Chapter 918

Sure enough, after Fred and George drank the Aging Potion, they immediately walked toward that line.

Then, they were thrown out as if by an athlete.

Darren grabbed them one by one.

Watching helplessly as identical long beards sprouted on their faces.

"I warned you... I suggest you go find Madam Pomfrey; she is already dealing with several students just like you."

Dumbledore laughed so hard his beard was shaking.

Then he looked at Darren and said: "Oh, Darren, don't worry, it's just a little magic; they have to be taught a little lesson."

Only then did Darren embarrassedly put down Fred and George.

The two of them weren't angry either.

Instead, they giggled and admired each other's beards, and even wanted to make a toy product like this.

After eating.

Darren was dragged by Harry and the others to Hagrid's place.

Because Darren also wanted to know what happened to those Blast-Ended Skrewts.

So he went out braving the cold wind.

Hagrid's attire today was very unusual.

He was wearing a fuzzy brown suit, paired with a yellow and orange tie.

Darren wouldn't comment on the clothes.

But Hagrid's aesthetic was truly...

He might have wanted to use hair oil to comb his hair back.

But his hair was too messy, so he couldn't do it at all.

He might have wanted to tie a small braid, but he had too much hair, and it was of uneven length, so the braid was messy too.

His attire shocked the three of them.

But none of the three could think of a new way to give Hagrid a makeover.

Because Hagrid wasn't good-looking to begin with.

Changing his style wouldn't help.

So they could only pretend not to see.

Hermione thought for a long time and finally asked: "How are those Blast-Ended Skrewts?"

When she came, she had intended to be more tactful, but Hagrid's attire clearly made her forget tact.

"In the pumpkin patch outside, they've grown very large, but they've also started killing each other."

Hagrid was worried.

Darren saw with sharp eyes the way those Blast-Ended Skrewts were tearing at and devouring each other; he thought of *Anaconda*.

Sure enough.

Whatever Hagrid raised changed its appearance. He really wanted to take out his wand and kill those Blast-Ended Skrewts now.

Unfortunately, he was a little Saintly Father.

He could only suppress his disgust.

Of course, there was also Hermione's reason.

Because Hermione finally took out her S. P. E. W. badges.