Chapter 563: The Good Student, Gabrielle
Generally speaking, Gabrielle's magic power was very good. She had a lot of knowledge. But in some ways, she really needed Evan’s care.
She had probably been under the protection of Fleur all the time, and she lacked some common sense.
She was somewhat similar to Hermione and very fond of learning.
For example, Hagrid once came up to them in the Care of Magical Creatures classroom balancing a teetering tower of crates, each containing a very large Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Everyone else hurried away, and Gabrielle, the young foreign girl, was the only one to look yp to look up.
Evan quickly pulled her. When normal people would see this terrible monster, shouldn't their first reaction be to avoid it in fear?! It was not a wise choice to take the initiative to approach the Blast-Ended Skrewts that could burn people at any time.
Now, under the careful breeding of Hagrid, the remaining skrewts were about three feet long. They had become immensely strong. No longer shell-less and colorless, they had developed a kind of thick, grayish, shiny armor. They looked like a cross between giant scorpions and elongated crabs, but still remained without recognizable heads or eyes.
"Evan, what is this?" Gabrielle whispered, curiosity flashing in her light blue eyes.
"Blast-Ended Skrewts!"
"I've never seen ..."
"That's because they were developed by Hagrid himself!" said Evan, "Well, you stay away from them now."
Hagrid put the shaking crates on the ground in front of the students in turn.
"I’ve studied it carefully. The reason why the skrewts have been killing one another is an excess of pent-up energy that they needed to release."
Evan doubted this. Was it not because of their inherent ferocious nature?!
"In order to solve this problem, every two students must fix a leash on a skrewt and take it for a short walk," said Hagrid and he specially took out a skrewt and showed it in front of Gabrielle. "I’ve tried it in the morning class and it worked very well.”
Looking at him, he wanted to make a good impression on Gabrielle. He knew she was Madame Maxime's student.
Sure enough, Hagrid then asked Evan and Gabrielle help him demonstrate how to fix a leash on the skrewt.
"What should we do?" asked Gabrielle, eager to try.
"Where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the stinger, the blasting end, or the blood sucker?" said Evan reluctantly.
"Round the middle," said Hagrid, "You two need to put on your dragon-hide gloves, just as an extra precaution.”
Hagrid’s beetle-black eyes shone with excitement under his wild eyebrows. He proudly explained to Gabrielle the body structure of the skrewts, their habits, parts to pay attention to, and so on.
It could be seen that Hagrid was proud of being able to cultivate a brand new species.
Gabriel did ask a lot of questions, which made Hagrid very happy.
A few minutes later, both Evan and Gabrielle took a giant skrewt for a walk on the lawn.
Every step was very difficult. The Blast-Ended Skrewt was so powerful that it was difficult to control and did not listen to their commands at all. On the contrary, they both needed to be vigilant at all the time.
Every now and then, with an alarming bang, the skrewt’s end would explode, causing it to shoot forward several yards. Even though the leash was long enough, Evan and Gabrielle had to run fast to keep up with the skrewt.
It was a unique experience to be pulled and run by a Blast-Ended Skrewt.
As for other students, many of them were being dragged along on their stomach, trying desperately to get back on their feet.
If at this time, the skrewt suddenly turned around, the consequences would be simply unimaginable.
The lawn was a mess and Evan saw Colin and Ginny being dragged forward by a skrewt.
Everyone had a hard time, but Hagrid thought they were having fun.
In fact, maybe only Gabrielle was really happy. The girl ran around behind the skrewt, giggling.
"They're interesting, aren't they?!" Gabrielle laughed and said, "Hagrid is so good. He can breed magical animals by himself. I've never heard of anyone who has done it before. It's amazing."
Indeed, very few people can do this like Hagrid, as it is illegal and the cultivation process is very dangerous.
Those Blast-Ended Skrewts, for example, were the cross-breed of the Manticore and the Fire Crab. As the most dangerous and amazing animal, not anyone could dare come into contact with the Manticore.
Of course, omitting legitimacy and danger, from the perspective of a zoologist, the Blast-Ended Skrewt was still of great research value.
Gabrielle clearly thought so. She would never see this magical creature in Beauxbatons.
Her bravery and eagerness to learn were not only reflected in the Care of Magical Creatures class, but also in other courses.
For example, in Snape's Potions class, although Snape seemed cold and horrible, she turned a blind eye and kept raising her hand to ask questions.
Maybe Beauxbatons’s Potions class professor liked it when students did this, but Snape definitely didn’t. In his class, there was an unspoken rule: no questions were allowed.
He would write on the blackboard all the processes and materials of making potions and ask the students to study them by themselves.
However, it was obvious that there was a problem. Most of the potion formulas and cooking steps written by Snape on the blackboard were different from those in the textbook. They were all optimized and improved by him. If they were put outside, they would be absolutely amazing achievements.
But Snape didn't intend to explain to everyone how great this was, and the young wizards did not have the ability to distinguish accordingly.
They had just to do it, and in practice they understood why Snape had improved so much.
"Professor, I have learned this antidote formula before, and I haven't ground moonstone into powder..."
"Obviously, Miss Delacour,” said Snape coldly, "You need flip through your Potions book."
"But..." Gabrielle wanted to continue to ask. It was not even written in the textbook.
Evan pulled her arm discretely; didn't she see the way the others looked at her?!
After Evan stopped her, it didn't take long for Gabrielle to raise her hand again. Snape explained something completely different from what she had learned before.
Those who dared to interrupt Snape again and again ended up in a miserable situation.
Everyone was sweating for Gabrielle. This cute little angel-like girl couldn’t be Snape's opponent.
Fortunately, Snape was more concerned about the fact that Gabrielle was a student from Beauxbatons. His face was gloomy and terrible, but he didn’t say many of the words he used to say. He chose to ignore Gabrielle, just as he had always ignored Evan and Hermione.
But the other Gryffindor students were unlucky, and Snape had no scruples about them.
In order to stop Gabrielle asking and challenging Snape's bottom line, Evan had to explain to her personally after class.
Chapter 563: The Good Student, Gabrielle
Generally speaking, Gabrielle's magic power was very good. She had a lot of knowledge. But in some ways, she really needed Evan’s care.
She had probably been under the protection of Fleur all the time, and she lacked some common sense.
She was somewhat similar to Hermione and very fond of learning.
For example, Hagrid once came up to them in the Care of Magical Creatures classroom balancing a teetering tower of crates, each containing a very large Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Everyone else hurried away, and Gabrielle, the young foreign girl, was the only one to look yp to look up.
Evan quickly pulled her. When normal people would see this terrible monster, shouldn't their first reaction be to avoid it in fear?! It was not a wise choice to take the initiative to approach the Blast-Ended Skrewts that could burn people at any time.
Now, under the careful breeding of Hagrid, the remaining skrewts were about three feet long. They had become immensely strong. No longer shell-less and colorless, they had developed a kind of thick, grayish, shiny armor. They looked like a cross between giant scorpions and elongated crabs, but still remained without recognizable heads or eyes.
"Evan, what is this?" Gabrielle whispered, curiosity flashing in her light blue eyes.
"Blast-Ended Skrewts!"
"I've never seen ..."
"That's because they were developed by Hagrid himself!" said Evan, "Well, you stay away from them now."
Hagrid put the shaking crates on the ground in front of the students in turn.
"I’ve studied it carefully. The reason why the skrewts have been killing one another is an excess of pent-up energy that they needed to release."
Evan doubted this. Was it not because of their inherent ferocious nature?!
"In order to solve this problem, every two students must fix a leash on a skrewt and take it for a short walk," said Hagrid and he specially took out a skrewt and showed it in front of Gabrielle. "I’ve tried it in the morning class and it worked very well.”
Looking at him, he wanted to make a good impression on Gabrielle. He knew she was Madame Maxime's student.
Sure enough, Hagrid then asked Evan and Gabrielle help him demonstrate how to fix a leash on the skrewt.
"What should we do?" asked Gabrielle, eager to try.
"Where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the stinger, the blasting end, or the blood sucker?" said Evan reluctantly.
"Round the middle," said Hagrid, "You two need to put on your dragon-hide gloves, just as an extra precaution.”
Hagrid’s beetle-black eyes shone with excitement under his wild eyebrows. He proudly explained to Gabrielle the body structure of the skrewts, their habits, parts to pay attention to, and so on.
It could be seen that Hagrid was proud of being able to cultivate a brand new species.
Gabriel did ask a lot of questions, which made Hagrid very happy.
A few minutes later, both Evan and Gabrielle took a giant skrewt for a walk on the lawn.
Every step was very difficult. The Blast-Ended Skrewt was so powerful that it was difficult to control and did not listen to their commands at all. On the contrary, they both needed to be vigilant at all the time.
Every now and then, with an alarming bang, the skrewt’s end would explode, causing it to shoot forward several yards. Even though the leash was long enough, Evan and Gabrielle had to run fast to keep up with the skrewt.
It was a unique experience to be pulled and run by a Blast-Ended Skrewt.
As for other students, many of them were being dragged along on their stomach, trying desperately to get back on their feet.
If at this time, the skrewt suddenly turned around, the consequences would be simply unimaginable.
The lawn was a mess and Evan saw Colin and Ginny being dragged forward by a skrewt.
Everyone had a hard time, but Hagrid thought they were having fun.
In fact, maybe only Gabrielle was really happy. The girl ran around behind the skrewt, giggling.
"They're interesting, aren't they?!" Gabrielle laughed and said, "Hagrid is so good. He can breed magical animals by himself. I've never heard of anyone who has done it before. It's amazing."
Indeed, very few people can do this like Hagrid, as it is illegal and the cultivation process is very dangerous.
Those Blast-Ended Skrewts, for example, were the cross-breed of the Manticore and the Fire Crab. As the most dangerous and amazing animal, not anyone could dare come into contact with the Manticore.
Of course, omitting legitimacy and danger, from the perspective of a zoologist, the Blast-Ended Skrewt was still of great research value.
Gabrielle clearly thought so. She would never see this magical creature in Beauxbatons.
Her bravery and eagerness to learn were not only reflected in the Care of Magical Creatures class, but also in other courses.
For example, in Snape's Potions class, although Snape seemed cold and horrible, she turned a blind eye and kept raising her hand to ask questions.
Maybe Beauxbatons’s Potions class professor liked it when students did this, but Snape definitely didn’t. In his class, there was an unspoken rule: no questions were allowed.
He would write on the blackboard all the processes and materials of making potions and ask the students to study them by themselves.
However, it was obvious that there was a problem. Most of the potion formulas and cooking steps written by Snape on the blackboard were different from those in the textbook. They were all optimized and improved by him. If they were put outside, they would be absolutely amazing achievements.
But Snape didn't intend to explain to everyone how great this was, and the young wizards did not have the ability to distinguish accordingly.
They had just to do it, and in practice they understood why Snape had improved so much.
"Professor, I have learned this antidote formula before, and I haven't ground moonstone into powder..."
"Obviously, Miss Delacour,” said Snape coldly, "You need flip through your Potions book."
"But..." Gabrielle wanted to continue to ask. It was not even written in the textbook.
Evan pulled her arm discretely; didn't she see the way the others looked at her?!
After Evan stopped her, it didn't take long for Gabrielle to raise her hand again. Snape explained something completely different from what she had learned before.
Those who dared to interrupt Snape again and again ended up in a miserable situation.
Everyone was sweating for Gabrielle. This cute little angel-like girl couldn’t be Snape's opponent.
Fortunately, Snape was more concerned about the fact that Gabrielle was a student from Beauxbatons. His face was gloomy and terrible, but he didn’t say many of the words he used to say. He chose to ignore Gabrielle, just as he had always ignored Evan and Hermione.
But the other Gryffindor students were unlucky, and Snape had no scruples about them.
In order to stop Gabrielle asking and challenging Snape's bottom line, Evan had to explain to her personally after class.
