On their way to the Hospital Wing, the two of them vented their frustrations about Snape, which improved their mood.
When they arrived at the hospital, Neville was the only one there; even Seamus, who had brought him there, was nowhere to be seen.
"Neville, are you alright?"
"Oh, it's you all. Madam Pomfrey has already treated me, and I should be able to be discharged safely around noon." Neville felt a warmth in his heart, surprised that someone would come to visit him.
After briefly inquiring about Madam Pomfrey's treatment process, the two prepared to leave.
"You should get some rest. You can copy my Potions notes, and of course, you can have mine too," Hermione comforted Neville, who seemed a little dejected because he had missed Potions and was now going to miss Care of Magical Creatures as well.
Ethan Jones said, "Indeed, you can try it yourself after you recover from your injury. As for the materials, ask the upperclassmen if they can buy them somewhere. There's always a way."
"Thank you." Neville's eyes were a little red with emotion.
After leaving the Hospital Wing, Hermione rushed to her last class of the week—Care of Magical Creatures.
"Go to class, I'll just go to the library to borrow a book. You can tell me about the course when we have lunch. It's a real shame I can only attend this afternoon." Ethan Jones had been looking forward to this course for a long time.
"Okay, see you at noon." Hermione hurried off.
Ethan Jones glanced back at the ward: "Poor Neville, such an interesting course, but he can only copy other people's notes after class. Poor thing, so poor."
He swayed his head as he walked toward the library.
Besides the materials he needed for his Charms class homework, he also wanted to know the underlying principles of what happened to him last night and whether it could be reproduced.
Perhaps because the relationship between emotions and magic is quite complex and profound, there weren't many related books in the general library section. There was only one book, What is the Connection Between Emotions and Magic?, which was the book that best suited his purpose.
He quickly flipped through a few pages, then sighed helplessly, "It's better than nothing, but it's too simplistic!"
With no better option available, he had no choice but to borrow the book.
The afternoon class on Care of Magical Creatures was on the third floor of the castle. He didn't dare to delay, so after having lunch with Hermione, he carried three books and headed to the classroom.
Although Hermione had already revealed some information to him, in order to maintain his curiosity about learning, she didn't tell him everything, only saying that it was very interesting.
This made him even more eager to see what kind of antics Professor Kettleburn, who had an extraordinary love for magical creatures, would pull off.
In truth, neither Kettleburn nor Hagrid, the two professors of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts, were particularly normal.
One of them illegally kept dangerous creatures such as Acromantulas while in school, and the other even injured himself all over.
A thought suddenly popped into his head: "Wait, could it be that Kettleburn taught Hagrid?"
He tried hard to recall information about the professor, but finally realized with dismay that the professor had appeared too few times and there was no useful information about him at all.
However, curiosity had already taken root in his heart, and he planned to ask the professor directly if he had the chance.
The tapping sound of the cane on the ground could be heard from afar in the corridor, which got the Slytherins into a good mood early on, quietly waiting for the professor to enter.
Professor Kettleburn, leaning on a cane and carrying a bulging cloth bag slung across his shoulder, walked into the classroom.
"Very good, first years. Today is our first lesson on magical creatures. Let me first introduce to you the classification of known animals by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the British Ministry of Magic."
"Magical creatures are divided into five categories, from X to XXXXX."
"They are X-class—boring creatures like the Flobberworm and the Horklump."
"Above that are Level XX – harmless or tameable, such as common garden Gnomes and Augureys."
"Next up is level XXX, which refers to magical creatures that are dangerous and can only be dealt with by capable wizards, such as Salamanders and Kneazles."
"Next up are level XXXX, which are more dangerous species. Only wizards with specialized knowledge and expertise can deal with them. For example, the Phoenix and the Unicorn are two very famous magical creatures that are level XXXX."
"Wow!" the Slytherins below exclaimed in surprise. They hadn't expected that the two magical creatures that appeared as materials for wand cores would actually be XXXX-level dangerous creatures.
"Quiet! Quiet! Next is the last category—XXXXX level. These magical creatures are extremely dangerous. They cannot be tamed or subdued, or they are known to have killed wizards. Remember, killed, not harmed!"
So if you encounter a Level XXXXX magical creature in the wild, don't hesitate to shout for help or, more effectively, hide on the spot and pray that they haven't discovered you.
Dragons are the most famous level XXXXX magical creatures, so you can see just how dangerous creatures of their level are.
Everyone fell silent. They couldn't imagine how desperate they would feel if they encountered a Dragon in the wild.
Professor Kettleburn was very satisfied with this effect; only in this way could they truly realize how dangerous the magical creatures of the wizarding world were.
Of course, for him personally, danger is danger, but he still has to make contact.
"Of course, there's no need to worry too much. Although I lost this arm and half a leg while taming magical creatures, as long as you follow my instructions and don't do anything dangerous, you'll be fine."
But when the professor said those words, the girls began to tremble. They didn't want to know what life would be like without limbs.
Unaware that his words had caused such great harm to several girls, the professor put his cane aside, took out a glass bottle from his bag containing a bright white lizard.
"Look, a Salamander! A level XXXX magical creature, but they're not very dangerous. Today we'll learn about Salamanders."
Everyone, look closely. Those of you who can't see from the back, come over and take a look. This is one of the few I managed to save. They can only survive for a maximum of six hours after being removed from the flame.
Although the girls were worried that they might lose an arm or a leg, their gloom was swept away when they saw such a cute little creature.
They disregarded the fact that it was a Level XXXX creature and rushed to the front of the stage to observe the Salamander.
The boys were also eager to try, but they were too shy to compete with the girls for a spot.
Kettleburn nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, everyone, go back to your seats. This Salamander will be given as a reward to the student who performed best today."
After hearing the professor's words, everyone became excited and listened attentively to the lecture with unprecedented enthusiasm, actively answering questions.
However, in the end, the Salamander ended up in the hands of Ethan Jones, who was well-prepared.
He had already read the textbook in advance and had heard Hermione mention that the lesson would be about Salamanders. He was well-prepared for this magical creature that appeared in the book, so he was naturally not as good as these Slytherins who were cramming at the last minute.