Chapter 667 The Nifflers

"Behold, they are small treasure detectors, very useful," said Hagrid cheerfully, seeming pleased with the performance of that Niffler.

In his view, a cute magical creature should open its mouth and show its fangs to bite others.

The fiercer their impulse, the sharper their teeth and claws became, Hagrid observed.

As for animals that were cute in appearance and gentle in character, they had never been Hagrid's focus.

"Do these Nifflers bite?" Colin asked, concerned. "Should we keep a bit of distance?"

"Don't be foolish, they are only interested in shiny valuables," replied Evan and continued on.

"Well, I thought we'd have some fun with them today. Do you see over there?" Hagrid pointed to a large patch of freshly turned earth and gathered the group. "I've buried some gold coins there. I have a prize for whoever's Niffler unearths the most. Just remove all your valuable belongings, pick a Niffler, and get ready to release them."

Evan approached and selected a Niffler. The little creature thrust its long snout into Evan's ear and sniffed enthusiastically. It was truly quite adorable. It was remarkably easy to control a Niffler to find gold coins.

As soon as Evan stood still, the Niffler he had chosen dove into the patch of earth as if it were water. Before long, it came running back to Evan, spitting out gold coins into his hand, and licking his hand as if taking credit.

The Niffler was both cute and remarkably practical, especially in treasure hunting. Even Evan couldn't help but want one.

As for the others, they had been around Hagrid to ask this question.

This had undoubtedly been the most enjoyable moment they had had in Care of Magical Creatures, and everyone was quite pleased with the Nifflers.

"Surely their families wouldn't agree to have a Niffler at home," said Hagrid, smiling. "Nifflers can't stay idle. They ransack houses in search of valuables. Well, hurry to seek gold. I buried a hundred coins."

Evan didn't rush. He stayed to chat with Hagrid, hoping to cheer him up as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, Evan, I have everything under control," said Hagrid, glancing sadly at the Beauxbatons carriage. "That woman doesn't deserve my pity. She doesn't even dare to admit her identity."

"Madame Maxime has too many concerns. After all, she is the headmistress of Beauxbatons and needs to take others' opinions into consideration..." Evan thought for a moment and continued, "if you can, you should try to talk to her and give her a chance."

"That's what Harry and Hermione told me this morning. They are good kids!" said Hagrid, smiling broadly, but his eyes were once again moist. "I'm glad to be friends with you. By the way, if you don't have class Friday afternoon, you can come to my cabin with Harry and the others. I've prepared a new cake. You'll like it."

"Well, I'll go!" Evan doubted whether he would like Hagrid's cake. But seeing Hagrid's demeanor at that moment, it wasn't really suitable to keep irritating him.

"Evan, aren't you going to look for the gold coins? There's a reward," Hagrid continued. "Ron got the most in the morning class. The Niffler he chose unearthed almost half of the gold coins."

"Yes, he has always been very good at those things. I prefer talking with you for a while," said Evan.

He knew it was goblin gold, which would disappear after a few hours.

Even if it wasn't, Evan wasn't interested in searching for gold with the others. He didn't care for Galleons.

Evan looked at the Niffler and placed a small goblin gold coin in his hand. This gold coin was no different from real Galleons, even its weight was exactly the same, and only the magical reaction in it could distinguish it.

It had to be said that this magic was truly astonishing, and goblins had this ability!

Evan remembered Ron's gloomy and sad face at lunchtime, muttering about gold coins from time to time. He even pointed at a potato and said something like 'I hate being poor.'

Harry and Hermione didn't say a word at that time, and Evan was a bit puzzled. Now he knew what had happened.

Ron must have known from Hagrid, in the morning Magical Creatures class, that the goblin gold would disappear. He was thinking about the galleons he had collected and given to Harry at the Quidditch World Cup in exchange for the Omnioculars he received from him.

Harry had told him that the Omnioculars were his Christmas present. But on Christmas Day, Harry gave Ron a Chudley Cannons hat, which was very expensive.

Since he had no money, Ron gave him a pack of Dungbombs. Of course, it couldn't compare to the Chudley Cannons hat, but it was at least intriguing.

At the very least, Harry didn't mind at all. He didn't even notice Ron's gold coins disappearing. Or maybe he did notice, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. There was no need to keep score so clearly among friends.

But after a few years of contact, Evan knew that Ron cared a lot about these kinds of things. Unlike Fred and George, who fought to make money and stay positive, Ron was always negative in this regard.

He placed too much importance on money, power, and strength. This was not a good thing, and it always worried Evan.

As long as these weaknesses existed, it was easy to be tempted and bewitched by Voldemort. But so far, Ron had been able to awaken at a critical moment, showing that his nature was not evil.

Instantly, Evan thought of Peter Pettigrew. He was not inherently a bad person, and all the people he knew and interacted with were very decent. However, his later life experiences eventually veered more and more off course...

In last year's Sirius incident, Ron proved to be different from Peter Pettigrew.

But there was another point that could not be ignored. He had not yet faced Voldemort...

Connecting Ron to Pettigrew, Evan suddenly felt it was not a good omen.

He shook his head hastily, but Peter's appearance became clearer before his eyes.

Evan couldn't help but think that Peter Pettigrew was still in Azkaban. Without his help, who would Voldemort choose to contribute a part of their body to complete the magic this time?

Furthermore, was it a wrong choice to allow Voldemort to regain his strength?

Evan watched the Durmstrang ship rise and fall on the lake with the wind. He knew he was too nervous at that moment.

In the face of Voldemort... the darkest wizard in history, no one would worry at all.

Not to mention that Voldemort was now associated with the dreadful evil god...