Chapter 30 Thestral

On the way back, several people were very happy.

William was in a good mood with several big orders; Neville beat Malfoy, and although he was more sitting on Harry and bitten by a mouse, he was still happy.

However, Neville soon became unhappy, and Hermione told him that the mice had a series of viruses such as Hantan.

Neville turned pale and double-checked his ankle for rat bites.

William comforted: "It's all right, Neville, that mouse is domestic, otherwise Percy and Ron would have been sick long ago."

"But it always has to move. If it encounters a mouse of the opposite sex, it may be bitten!" Hermione retorted loudly.

"I happen to know of several such examples, all written in the Encyclopedia Britannica, in which a boy was eleven years old, and he had a mouse..."

Hermione, with her strong memory, accurately repeated several examples, and Neville turned paler.

But there was no wound on his ankle, and he hurriedly showed the two of them the red and swollen bag on his right hand.

"Is it the mouse that bit it?"

"Neville, the mouse only bit your ankle." William rolled his eyes.

"Maybe it's been transferred?" Hermione said seriously: "William, we can't rule out this possibility!

I happen to know a few examples of this, and one of the boys was only eleven years old..."

William knocked on her head, this girl just knew too much.

"But I felt that the wound started to become red, swollen and itchy, and my hand was very uncomfortable." Neville said ill.

William lowered his head and took a serious look at the red packet, and pushed the glasses that did not exist on his face.

"Neville, from my years of clinical experience, it's just a small mosquito bite."

Hermione stuffed her furry head again, she hesitated: "It seems like..."

Neville's heart dropped.

But Hermione stared wide-eyed and said solemnly: "But mosquitoes can also transmit many viruses, such as yellow fever.

I happen to know a few examples of this, and one of the boys..."

Neville's heart dropped, and he fell directly into the cliff.

William and Hermione consoled for several minutes before Neville reluctantly believed he would be alright.

In order to comfort him, William also took out a bottle of water, pretended to be a potion, and wiped it for him.

Neville was completely relieved.

Hermione was very happy. After today's incident, she found that she was really not bad, but the few people she knew around her were too good, and it seemed that she was not very good.

William did not correct Hermione's behavior of showing off her knowledge. Everyone has their own personality, and there is no need to force them to change.

Instead of catering to others, be yourself.

As for whether Hermione will grow up...

William believed that it would be, after all, there was still a kind Professor Snape, he would make Hermione grow up quickly.

It will be a great experience.

Well... of course to Professor Snape.

Walking on the road, Hermione asked curiously, "William, how do we divide the hospital?"

Neville also looked at William, which was a concern of every little wizard.

William shrugged and smiled: "I won't tell you, you can't know everything before school starts. This is an annual reserved program."

"Okay, I think I'm ready," Hermione said to herself.

She has recited so many spells,

No matter what kind of test she takes, she believes that she will get a good score.

"Which college do you want to go to?" William looked at the two.

"I want to go to Gryffindor, but I feel like I can only go to Hufflepuff." Neville said incredulously.

"This is a typical prejudice, and there is nothing wrong with Hufflepuff." William said seriously: "There is no difference in any college. In fact, Cedric is a student of Hufflepuff.

He was the best student of their class, so I don't agree with which college is the best. "

"Is that so?" William's words made Neville a little happier.

"What about you, Hermione?" William asked. "Which house do you want to go to?"

"I don't know, I would love to be in Ravenclaw, where there are a lot of students who love to learn.

Of course, if it's Gryffindor, it's not bad, I heard that Headmaster Dumbledore graduated from there..." Hermione was uncertain.

"By the way, there will be surprises at this dinner party." William laughed.

"What surprise?"

"secret."

The train moved fast, and when it was dark, they finally reached the terminal.

Everyone crowded out of the train and walked along the platform.

A lamp flickered over the students' heads, and Hagrid was shouting, "First-year! First-year here!

Hi William, I got your present and love it! See you at dinner later.

Did you see Harry? Harry, come this way, how are you? "

The first-year wizards all followed Hagrid to one side, while the other students went the other way.

At the end of the street lights, there were at least a hundred carriages waiting in place.

There was a creature pulling in front of each car, and they had no flesh on them, black fur clinging to the skeleton, every bone clearly visible.

Their heads resembled those of dragons, and their pupilless eyes were white and stared straight ahead. Wings sprout from the bulge between the shoulder bones—big, black, tough wings.

The animals were motionless, standing silently in the darkening darkness, looking eerie and ominous.

"Merlin, it's actually Thestral." William rubbed his hands excitedly. It was the first time he had seen this rare magical creature.

Used to pull a car...too extravagant.

It feels like the tractor is equipped with a BMW 7-series engine, which is a waste.

William looked at Thestral curiously, even trying to poke with his wand.

"Can you actually see them?" Cedric asked in surprise.

"Oh of course, I think..." William wasn't sure if it was because he had witnessed Tywin's death in the time loop, or the old goblin's death in Gringotts.

The Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death anyway, so they are also considered ominous creatures, like crows gathered around Death Qi.

A few people got into the dark carriage, and the carriage started automatically, stumbled along the way. There was a faint smell of musty and straw in the carriage.

Well, not even a tractor, at most a pedal tricycle.

After entering the carriage, Cedric stopped talking to Qiu and hugged William eagerly.

"William, can you...that...you know?"

William stretched out his arms to cover his body, trying to get Cedric, the greasy man, to get away.

Qiu Ye looked at Cedric with strange eyes.

"No, Yestral tail feathers are a very special kind of wand core, can you help me get a bundle?"

William glanced at Yestral's shriveled body. He didn't have much flesh on his body, so he just relied on hair to keep him warm. Cedric actually asked him to shave a... bundle?

You thought it was Chinese cabbage.

"Why don't you go by yourself."

"I can't see it. If I can see, how can I ask you to help."

At this moment, Ye Qi, who was pulling the carriage in front, suddenly stopped.

It blinked its white eyes timidly, and turned to watch the secret conversation, as if it could understand every word of the two.

This is embarrassing.

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket, thanks to "Xue Qingyuan", "Black Hand Chief Xian Yuwei", "Fellow Daoist, please stay", "Feng Ling 15", "Storm Warlock"

, "Yao Day 1", a reward from several bigwigs. \(//?//)\

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