To the class's horror, Hagrid proceeded to explain that the reason the skrewts had been killing one another was an excess of pent-up energy, and that the solution would be for each student to fix a leash on a skrewt and take it for a short walk.
"Take this thing for a walk?" Malfoy repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes. "And where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the sting, the blasting end, or the sucker?"
"Roun' the middle," said Hagrid, demonstrating. "Er yeh might want ter put on yer dragon-hide gloves, jus' as an extra precaution, like. Harry — you come here an' help me with this big one. . . ."
Hagrid's real intention, however, was to talk to me away from the rest of the class. He waited until everyone else had set off with their skrewts, then turned to me and said, very seriously.
"So — yer competin', Harry. In the tournament. School champion."
I raised an eyebrow. "One of the champions," I corrected. "But if you want to make it sound dramatic, be my guest."
Hagrid's beetle-black eyes looked very anxious under his wild eyebrows. "No idea who put yeh in fer it, Harry?"
"Not really" I said in a casual tone. "I don't think its any of the other student in Hogwarts or any of the students in the other schools, but that still leaves a lot of people to narrow down."
"And even among the people left, I can't really see why anyone would do something like this to me." I said to him only telling him about things that I should know at this stage.
The whole situation was part of a much bigger plan, one I knew all too well, having read the books before I ended up here. But I wasn't about to say any of that out loud.
Other than the trouble of explaining how I would know so much, and proving that truth, I didn't want anyone else meddling with my plan. Letting others in would only complicate things further.
The pair of them looked out over the lawn; the class was widely scattered now, and all in great difficulty. The skrewts were now over three feet long, and extremely powerful.
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 without recognizable heads or eyes.
They had become immensely strong and very hard to control.
"Look like they're havin' fun, don' they?" Hagrid said happily.
I assumed he was talking about the skrewts, because my classmates certainly weren't; every now and then, with an alarming bang, one of the skrewts' ends would explode, causing it to shoot forward several yards.
"They certainly do" I decided to humor him a little.
I could see more than one person being dragged along on their stomach, trying desperately to get back on their feet.
"Ah, I don' know, Harry," Hagrid sighed suddenly, looking back down at me with a worried expression on his face. "School champion . . . everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it?
I didn't answer. Since I already knew why everything was happening to me. It was just because JK Rowling had made me be the main character in her book.
But I obviously wasn't going to tell anyone that.
I spent some more time of class standing by Hagrid watching the rest of class struggle with their task. It was honestly more entertaining than any of the lessons I'd had so far.
I glanced over at Malfoy, who was struggling to maintain control over his skrewt, and almost chuckled. His usual confidence had been replaced with a nervous, wide-eyed look.
After a while, I noticed Hermione struggling with her skrewt, which was actually much calmer than the others.
It was still powerful, but it wasn't causing her the same amount of trouble as some of the other skrewts were.
I decided to help her out, figuring it would be a good opportunity to get away from the chaos.
"Thanks, Harry." she told me as she caught her breath tired from all the running that her skrewt was had put her through.
"This thing's more trouble than it's worth."
"No problem," I replied with a small smile.
Meanwhile, my mind was already elsewhere. I'd been thinking about something for a while now.
I was going to need more than just magical tricks up my sleeve. I needed to strengthen my body.
The Room of Requirement was always a good place for a bit of research, so today I would look for something specific: a way to strengthen my body. I'd seen a promising book last time, but I hadn't had the chance to dive into it.
I had been going to the Room of Requirement every day, but I would always get more absorbed in magical research.
After all, the original Harry's scrawny, malnourished frame wasn't going to do me much good in this situation.
With the lesson finished Hagrid packed all the Blast Ended Skrewts back into their crates.
Even though the skrewts seemed to struggle to escape from his grasp for Hagrid it really wasn't that much trouble. He handled them as easily as a normal person might handle a small puppy.
In the evening after all the lessons had finished, I again separated from Hermione leaving her at the common room to study her book, while making my way toward the Room of requirement.
With my invisibility cloak and the marauder's map it was a child's play to not be discovered.
I navigated through the corridors of Hogwarts following my usual routine.
After reaching the seventh floor and making sure the coast was clear, I again summoned the room that I have been using since I first came to this room.
I entered the room and made sure to give the commands to make it not appear for anyone else as long as I was here and started to head towards the book that I had seen before.
Taking it out I looked at its title that was "Body Magic Arts By Godric Gryffindore"
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