The Whomping Willows planted earlier had already grown into a small forest.
These Whomping Willows were very fierce, lashing out at any living thing, but they were docile towards Charlie.
Charlie waved his wand, moving the group of Whomping Willows at the entrance of the box to another location.
He decided to leave the box at the Orphanage this semester, letting Norbert guard it, and moving the Whomping Willows to make it easier for Norbert to enter and exit the box.
Norbert had grown very large by now.
His wingspan exceeded fifteen meters, and his claws were sharp enough to tear through steel plates.
At this moment, he was lying in the cave, his tail swishing back and forth.
Judy was hanging onto his tail, his short legs frantically pedaling.
Charlie walked into the cave, and Norbert immediately ran to Charlie, causing Judy to lose his grip on the tail and fall to the ground with a thud, landing on his back.
Charlie patted Norbert's head.
"Norbert, you have to stay here this semester."
Norbert snorted, spraying hot air all over Charlie's face.
"Stop it." Charlie wiped his face.
"When I'm not here, you have to protect Grandma White for me."
Norbert flicked his tail, seemingly understanding.
Just then, Judy laboriously climbed onto Norbert and straightened himself up.
He proudly patted his chest with his paw.
Big Brother, you can count on me.
Charlie smiled and tapped his head: "Then I'll leave it to you two."
Early the next morning, Charlie brought Grandma White into the box.
Grandma White stood at the entrance of the box, looking at the scene inside, completely stunned.
She hadn't expected such a large space inside a box. Was this magic? It would be great for storing potatoes.
"Charlie, this..." Her voice trembled slightly.
Charlie smiled.
"Grandma, there's also a big fellow inside, don't be afraid."
He held Grandma White's hand and walked deeper into the box.
Grandma White's steps were a bit stiff.
After a few steps, Norbert appeared.
He lay on the ground, his huge body shimmering with a metallic luster in the light, his round pupils looking at Grandma White, and hot air spray from his nostrils.
Grandma White took a step back in fright.
"Wh-what is this?" Her voice was trembling.
Charlie patted Norbert's head.
"This is Norbert, he is a Dragon."
Norbert was very perceptive; he lay on the ground, his head pressed against the surface, his tail wagging frantically from side to side.
Grandma White looked at the behemoth, her heart beating rapidly.
Charlie turned around and looked at her.
"Grandma, if you encounter danger, just open the box, and Norbert will come out to protect you."
Grandma White swallowed, and Norbert's obedient appearance slowly relaxed her nervous mood.
"He's very well-behaved." Charlie smiled.
"You can touch him, he's very gentle."
Grandma White hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently touched Norbert's nose.
Norbert closed his eyes, his tail wagging even more happily.
Charlie stayed with Grandma White in the box for a while, and only after confirming that she was no longer afraid did he take her out.
Another week passed.
This morning, Charlie was lying in bed sleeping when suddenly there was a tapping sound on the windowpane.
He opened his eyes and saw an Owl standing on the windowsill, holding a letter in its beak.
Charlie opened the window and took the letter.
This time, the Owl didn't wait for Charlie to get the jerky; it flew away directly.
Damn it, last time it ate a piece of jerky, and Storm hooked up with its sweetheart right in front of it, even having nightly parties in the Owlery, while it could only watch helplessly.
It would never fall for that damned trick again.
Charlie was unaware of this, only marveling at how dedicated the Owl was, delivering letters tirelessly.
"Storm, you should learn from others."
Storm rolled his eyes.
Charlie opened the letter, which contained a booklist.
The third-year course booklist was similar to before, but it had an additional section for electives.
Charlie looked at the elective courses, his brow furrowing.
Divination, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures Class, Muggle Studies.
At least two must be chosen.
Charlie stared at these names, his head aching; he would have to take a few more classes.
However, it was fortunate that Charlie had asked Senior Jenny about electives last semester.
At the time, Senior Jenny said:
"Choose Divination and Care of Magical Creatures Class. Divination is just making things up, and the teacher won't pursue it. Care of Magical Creatures Class is just interacting with small animals, very relaxed."
"Absolutely do not choose Arithmancy and Ancient Runes; those two classes have an insane amount of homework."
So Charlie decisively checked Divination and Care of Magical Creatures Class on the booklist.
Why not choose more classes? Choosing more was impossible; he would rather sleep lying down than sleep in the classroom.
On the last day of the summer holiday, Charlie went to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for the next semester.
At Flourish and Blotts, Charlie pushed open the door, and the brass bell chimed crisply.
Most students had already bought their books by then, so the bookstore was relatively sparsely populated.
The owner was dozing behind the counter, and hearing the bell, he suddenly lifted his head.
"What do you need?" The owner rubbed his eyes.
Charlie pulled out the booklist: "The monster book of monsters, and Unfogging the Future."
The owner's face immediately fell.
He stood up and walked to an iron cage in the corner, his face full of reluctance.
Tearing and screaming sounds came from the cage; Charlie took two steps closer and saw the scene inside clearly.
A dozen green-covered books were crawling horizontally in the cage, their pages opening like crab claws, revealing dense, sharp teeth.
Two books grabbed the cover of a third book and pulled hard, tearing that book in half directly.
Paper scraps fluttered in the air, falling to the bottom of the cage.
The owner put on a pair of thick Dragon-hide gloves and picked up a wooden stick leaning against the wall.
He took a deep breath, as if going into battle.
The owner knocked on the cage door with the stick, and the books inside immediately surged towards him, their pages opening and closing frantically, making clicking sounds.
"Damn books."
The owner cursed, then used the stick to reach into the corner of the cage, hooked the book furthest from the door, and quickly dragged it out.
The book struggled wildly, its pages slapping against the stick.
The owner quickly closed the cage door, pressing down on the book with his gloved hand, but the book was still desperately trying to stand up, its sharp teeth aiming to bite the owner's hand.
"Be careful." The owner held up the book, his face covered in sweat.
"This thing bites."
Charlie reached out and took the book.
The monster book of monsters twisted frantically in his hand, its pages opening, its sharp teeth biting towards Charlie's fingers.
Charlie's eyes narrowed slightly.
Monarchs Might emanated from him, and the air solidified for a moment.
The monster book of monsters' movements stopped abruptly, its pages slowly closed, and the entire book, like a deflated ball, slumped softly in Charlie's hand.
The owner was stunned; he had felt Charlie's aura change for a moment, leaving him with lingering fear, and then the monster book of monsters had wilted.
He stared wide-eyed at the book in Charlie's hand, then opened his mouth.
"How did you do that?"
Charlie stuffed the book into his backpack.
"You just need to scare it a lot."
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