Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 179 It feels so good to have friends.
"is this real?"

Harry opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, then closed it and swallowed forcefully.

In the passage, the corpses of giant arachnids were piled on the ground, leaving only a narrow path in the middle, which looked endless from a distance.

"Are you copying the old nest?"

Fred said in disbelief that at first he thought it would be nice to have dozens, but now.
Fred looked down at the big bag in his hand, can I go back and get two more?

David saw through his mind, and hurriedly said: "There will be opportunities in the future, and you can use the shrinking spell, so you can pretend more."

"That's fine." Fred replied, and he and George walked happily towards the Sea of ​​Spiders.

Harry and the others hesitated for a moment, and then went to cut the giant sting of the acromantula.

Only Ron was left beside David with a pale face, his mind was overwhelmed by the longing for Gallon, and there was one thing he had forgotten before. He was afraid of spiders, let alone such a big man.

"David." Ron's Adam's apple twitched, "There's no way he's alive?"

"No~" David said, "If there were, they would have already run out, Harry and the others could still be cutting there!"

"All right."

Although Ron believed David's statement, the fear in his heart still could not be dispelled, and the two tremblingly walked towards the spider pile.

He carefully rubbed it with his foot, and the acromantula was kicked to the place and shook, but there was no other movement.

Ron was completely relieved, squatted down and began to use the cutting spell to cut off the giant sting of the acromantula, which is the most valuable part of their body.

While putting away the two big stings, Fred gave George a look, and the two smiled knowingly.

Ron is miserable again.
David looked sympathetically at Ron, who was still working hard with a look of fear.

The spell in Fred's hand moved quietly, muttering in his mouth.

"Ron, look!"

George shouted, pointing in front of Ron.

"what?"

Ron looked up and looked in the direction of George's finger. The spider pile there moved, as if a live spider had crawled out of it.

"Mom!"

Ron's jaw almost fell to the ground, he fell back, and sat down on the ground. The pain woke him up, and then he yelled again, and ran behind David.

"It's Fred playing tricks on you."

David said helplessly, while using his wand to remove the spiders piled on top, a mutilated acromantula was still swaying wildly under Fred's control.

"Fred!"

The anger in his heart flushed Ron's face, he yelled, and rushed towards Fred furiously.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fred ran to the center of the spider group and apologized: "I was wrong, my dear brother, I will definitely not play tricks on you."

Ron was still angry, he stretched out his foot to test it, but he didn't dare to go in, but he didn't want to let Fred go so simply.

David hurriedly gave Ron a step: "I'll help you watch Fred, and never let him mess around!"

After glaring at Fred, Ron nodded to David, turned around and ran to the corner to continue his money-making business.

In the following time, Fred, as he said, did not play any more pranks, and concentrated on handling the corpse of the acromantula.

David was helping Harry and the others pack the parts they cut out, because they were not very skilled in using the shrinking spell, and they couldn't shrink to a suitable size.

Besides, Harry and the others had to share half of the proceeds with him anyway, so helping them pack was also helping themselves.

After filling up the packages they brought, Fred and Harry hammered their waists and rubbed their wrists. Repeatedly using the spell for a long time made them very tired, and they didn't even want to say another word.

Walking back to the mouth of the down pipe, Ron silently looked at the sloping pipe, and said in a daze, "David, how do we go up now?"

"It would be good to fly up with the floating spell." David said subconsciously.

"Flying up?" Ron said grumblingly. He felt that at his own level, he could only control him to go up for a short distance before falling down.

David also realized this. He touched his chin and thought for a moment, then said, "I can go up first, and then use the rope to drag you up."

"That's a good idea!" Ron said quickly.

"Row!"

David stood at the entrance of the pipe, controlled the clothes on his body and dragged his clothes to climb quickly, and soon reached the girls' bathroom.

Myrtle came back at some point. She heard a noise in the compartment, and immediately floated out and said, "David, when did you come?"

While taking out the rope and throwing it down through the mouth of the pipe, David said, "It came in the morning, but you weren't there at that time. Where did you go?"

Myrtle replied in a rather good mood, "I went outside for a walk."

"Did you have any fun today? Can you share it with me?"

The rope David held in his hand moved, and with a wave of his wand, the rope automatically dragged the people below and slowly rose up.

"Today is my birthday," said Myrtle, dangling.

"Your birthday?" David was taken aback, and immediately said, "Happy birthday to you, I'm sorry, I just found out now that I couldn't prepare a birthday present for you."

"Oh, that's enough." Myrtle twirled happily in the air.

After chatting with Myrtle for a few more words, Harry and the others were dragged up by being entangled in the rope, and they all leaned tiredly against the wall on one side.

David could only say goodbye to Myrtle, and took them back to the dormitory.

Fred contacted the buyer last night, and now they only need to owl the big sting to Diagon Alley.

As night fell quietly, Harry and Ron got into bed early and fell into a sweet dreamland.

In order not to wake them up, David tiptoed out of the dormitory,

In the lounge downstairs, Hermione was curled up on the sofa and reading a book. Her experience of several night tours made her calm like an old hand.

"What have you prepared?"

David walked up to Hermione and asked softly.

"Don't tell you!"

Hermione tilted her head and made a grimace.

"Then I won't tell you either!"

"Hmph, don't say it if you don't say it, anyway, I'll find out later!"

Hermione raised her head and pulled David's hand out of the doorway.

Going down to the basement floor and pushing open the kitchen door, the house elves immediately surrounded him enthusiastically.

"Is the cake ready?" David asked.

"Ready, sir."

A house-elf standing in the front snapped her fingers, a fragrant, delicate and beautiful head with myrtle painted on the surface and words wishing her a happy birthday.

After learning that Myrtle is celebrating her birthday today, David and Hermione discussed celebrating her, and found the house elves to order a cake.

"Are you satisfied?" asked the house-elf nervously.

"Very satisfied, this is simply the most beautiful birthday cake I have ever seen!"

David said in surprise, looking at the little people dancing around the cake and those gorgeous patterns.

"That's good"

The house-elves around were greatly relieved. Today, for this cake, they have hollowed out their minds.

"thank you all."

After thanking him, David took the cake and went to the second floor with Hermione.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom, a not-so-pleasing singing voice came from inside, and it was out of tune.

"Myrtle!" Hermione called softly.

"Hermione?" The singing stopped, Myrtle flew to Hermione's side, "Why are you here?"

"You see what this is?"

With a smile on her face, Hermione took out the cake that David hid behind her.

"Birthday cake?" Myrtle hurriedly stepped forward, looked at the portrait on it carefully, her voice choked up, "Is this for me?"

"Of course, happy birthday to you!"

After David took out a small table and enlarged it, Hermione placed the cake on the table.

Turn off the small lights in the girls' bathroom, and the warm candles lit on the cake make the room bright again.

"Make a wish," David said.

Myrtle nodded, closed her eyes reverently in front of the cake, and made her first wish in so many years.

Hermione and David whispered Happy Birthday to her.

After Myrtle opened her eyes, she pursed her lips and blew lightly forward.

David hurriedly picked it up with his wand, the candles on the cake went out, and the lights on the wall came back on.

"Can you help me share the cake?" Myrtle said to Hermione.

"Let's divide it later, you haven't opened the present yet!" Hermione took out a beautifully wrapped small package from her arms, "I prepared this specially for you."

"Oh, thank you!" Myrtle's teardrops flickered in the corners of her eyes, and she subconsciously reached out to catch them, but her hands slipped through the package.

"I'll open it for you!"

Hermione noticed the disappointment on Myrtle's face, and said hastily, tearing off the wrapping paper.

The box contains three beautiful small flowers strung together. It has five to six layers of petals, which are unfolded in layers, and are sky blue, light yellow and light pink.

There is also a small delicate bud in the center of the flower.

"It's so beautiful." Myrtle stared at the flowers closely, and stroked them with her hands in the air.

"As long as you like it."

Hermione walked to Myrtle's exclusive compartment, took out three flowers and hung them on a hook above the wooden board, then she tapped the buds with her wand, and a pleasant floral fragrance wafted out from the buds.

"Can you smell it?" Hermione asked.

Myrtle was startled, and went back to the compartment, passing through the flowers, with a thoughtful expression on her face: "I can smell a little bit, it smells so good!"

"That's good, it has three kinds of floral fragrances in it, and it will switch by itself after a while."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily that she had been busy in the dormitory until nine o'clock in the evening before making these little flowers.

"What have you prepared?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at David triumphantly.

David smiled and took out a rectangular package. After tearing off the package, a silver metal board about half a centimeter behind appeared in front of everyone.

There is a rectangular concave area on the front of the board, and the rest of the area is written with blessings for Myrtle, which David asked Professor McGonagall to complete with him.

"What's this?" Hermione asked, while Myrtle blinked curiously.

"You'll know it when you see it."

David bypassed Hermione, walked into the compartment, fixed the board to the wall with a spell, knocked on it, and said a spell.

A photo slid down from the top, which was the front view of Hogwarts Castle, with a few birds flying on it.

Ten seconds later, the photo slid down, and a new photo appeared, which was the scene of David's small courtyard. It happened to be spring, and Huobie, Moller, and Millie were flopping among the flowers.

After Maolizi fluttered a few times, the photos continued to slide down, and the scenery of different places began to appear one by one, and all of them contained some interesting animals or wizards.

"It contains some photos I took before, you can take a look when you are bored, and I will update it for you from time to time in the future." David introduced.

"Thank you."

Myrtle stared at the scene in the photo obsessively. This was the first time she had seen the outside world in all the years since she died.

Looking at the funny moves or enthusiastic dances made by those people above, Myrtle couldn't help showing a bright smile, as if she also joined in it.

Hermione gently tugged on David's arm and led him to the table with the cake, leaving the compartment to Myrtle alone.

"The gift you prepared is awesome!" Hermione praised in a low voice.

"Your ones are not bad either." David and Hermione smiled at each other.

After David had cleared a patch of ground with his wand, he sat down and leaned against the wall, with Hermione leaning on his shoulder.

Together they quietly waited for Myrtle.
A few minutes later, Myrtle broke away from her beautiful fantasy, flew to the front of David and the two, and thanked them solemnly.

David and Hermione waved again and again, saying no, they were friends after all.

After dividing the cake, David and Hermione ate spoonfuls, and Myrtle floated back and forth on her cake with a faint smile on her lips.

The joyful heart also dispelled the haze in Myrtle's memory, and she began to tell David and David the happy memories she picked from her mind.

Of these, Hagrid is mentioned the most.

In Myrtle's words, he is a big, reckless and ignorant man who doesn't know how powerful he is, and always hurts other children.

I don't know what danger is. I always raise some weird animals in the castle, and I will meet the professors' anger from time to time.

It's a pity that the happiness in Myrtle's memory is short-lived. Since her death, she seldom leaves this girls' bathroom.

But from the first time she and David met, her life gradually became brighter and more turbulent.

Looking at the two people who were leaning together in front of them, and listening to the interesting stories they said, Myrtle smiled sweetly on her face.

It's nice to have friends.
(End of this chapter)