HP Magic Biography

In fact, Ron should have sworn a second ago that Umbridge was a conscientious person and would definitely come to Professor Binns to learn about the history of magic.

But he was wrong. When they entered the classroom, there was only one teacher in front of them...Professor Binns, floating a foot above his chair as usual, was about to continue his monotonous and long-winded lecture. Giant war.

Fan Lin felt a little disappointed. He still overestimated Umbridge's determination, but it seemed like a thankless task to come to inspect a course taught by a ghost.

And Harry looked even more disappointed, playing with the gold coins in his hand. If it weren't for the inability to speak loudly in class, maybe the experiment effect was good, but now Harry didn't even want to try to follow Binns's lecture ideas today. He idly scribbled on his parchment, ignoring Hao Min's frequent glaring and pushing at him, and he didn't raise his head until the obvious stabbing pain in his ribs annoyed him.

What?

Hermione pointed to the window, and Harry looked around to see Hedwig perched on the narrow edge of the window, gazing at him through the thick pane of glass, with a letter strapped to her leg.

Harry really didn't understand it, they had just had breakfast together, why on earth didn't it deliver the letter then as usual? Many of his classmates also recognized it.

Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so pretty, Harry heard Lina sigh to Lavender. He glanced at Professor Binns who was still reading his notes aloud. The professor didn't seem to notice that he was paying less attention than usual in the class.

Harry quietly left his own seat, curled up, and darted across the rows of the classroom to the window, where he slid the catch and slowly opened it.

He wished Hedwig would stick out her foot, so he could take the letter and let it fly back to the owl house. But at that time the window was wide enough that Hedwig wished to fly in, so she cried out lonely.

Harry hurriedly closed the window, glanced at the professor uneasily, curled up again, put Hedwig on his shoulders, quickly returned to his seat, transferred it to his lap, and untied it from its lap letters. Only then did he suddenly notice that Hedwig's feathers were strangely curled; some were down, and one of its wings was drooping.

It's hurt! Harry whispered, bending his head closer to it. Hermione and Fan Lin leaned in to get closer; Hermione even put down her quill.

Look, there's something wrong with its wings here. Hedwig trembled, and when Harry touched her wings, it couldn't help but jump slightly. Hedwig, all her feathers bristling, looked at him reproachfully.

Professor Binns,

said Harry loudly, and everyone in the room turned to look at him. I feel a little uncomfortable.

Professor Binns took his eyes off his notes and looked at Harry in surprise, only to find, as usual, that the room was full of people.

Uncomfortable? he repeated vaguely.

I don't feel well. Harry hid Hedwig behind his back, and walked firmly. I think I need to rush to the hospital quickly.

Yes, said Professor Binns, obviously at a loss, Yes, yes, rush to the hospital, okay, you can go, then...

Before Professor Binns finished speaking, Harry left quickly.

Once outside the classroom, Harry put Hedwig back on his shoulders and hurried down the corridors, not pausing to think until he was out of sight of Professor Binns.

His first choice in treating Hedwig is of course Hagrid, but since he doesn't know where Hagrid is now, his only remaining option is to seek help from Professor Graplan. He peeped out the window at the gloomy, windy land, and there would be no sign of her in the hut near Hagrid anyway; if she wasn't teaching now, she might be in the staff room.

Hedwig swayed feebly on his shoulder as Harry walked downstairs, wailing softly from time to time.

On both sides of the gate of the teaching and research room, a stone beast decoration is embedded respectively. As Harry approached the door, one of the Stone Beasts said in a hoarse voice, You should be in class now, little one.

It's urgent. Harry said curtly.

Oh, urgent, is it? said the other Stone Beast in a sharp tone. Well, let's do our jobs now, don't we?

Harry knocked on the door, he heard footsteps, the door opened, he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

You haven't been sentenced to another solitary confinement! said Professor McGonagall immediately, her square spectacles gleaming warningly.

I promise, no, Professor! Harry hurriedly defended himself.

Okay, so why aren't you in your class?

Obviously, because of a rush, said the second stone beast with his ugly face.

I'm looking for Professor Graplan, Harry explained. This is my owl. It's injured.

A wounded owl, isn't it? Professor Graplan appeared behind Professor McGonagall with a pipe in one hand and a copy of the Daily Prophet in the other.

Yes. Harry gently raised Hedwig on his shoulders carefully, It appeared behind the other delivery owls, and its wings became weird, look.

Professor Graplan gripped the pipe between his teeth, and took Hedwig from Harry while Professor McGonagall watched.

Well, said Graplan, her pipe bobbing back and forth as she spoke, it looks like it's been attacked by something. It's hard to imagine what could have hurt it like that. Of course, a devil bird would Birds are often hunted, but Hagrid has trained the Hogwarts well enough not to mess with owls.

Harry didn't want to know or care what a devil bird was, he just wanted to know if Hedwig could recover.

But Professor McGonagall looked at Harry keenly, and asked, Do you know how far this owl has flown, Potter?

Well, said Harry, about as far as London, I think.

Harry shot her a quick glance, and when he saw her frown, he knew she had figured out that London actually meant knowing about Sirius...

So whether Sirius revealed the news to him has become a question worthy of discussion.

Recovery solution, No. 12. Professor Graplan took out a monocle from her robe, stuffed it into his eye, and inspected Hedwig's wings at close range.

I can put it back together quickly if you give it to me, said Professor Graplan, but she can't fly very far these days anyway.

Well, yes, thank you, said Harry, just as the rest bell rang.

No problem, said Professor Graplan roughly, and then returned to the teaching and research room.

Wait a minute, Graplan! Professor McGonagall hurriedly shouted: Porter's letter!

Oh yes! said Harry, almost forgetting the scroll on Hedwig's lap.

Graplan handed over the letter to Harry, and then disappeared in the teaching room with Hedwig.

Hedwig had been staring at Harry until she disappeared, as if in disbelief that he'd dropped it like this.

Harry felt a little guilty, he was about to leave, but was called back by Professor McGonagall.

Potter!

Yes, Professor?

She scanned the porch up and down, as students came out in both directions.

Remember, she whispered quickly, looking at the scroll in his hand, that Hogwarts communication channel with the outside world will be well guarded, will you do that?

I... Harry was about to answer, but the students in the corridor had already swarmed. Professor McGonagall nodded to him and withdrew to the teaching and research room. Leaving Harry swept into the hospital by the bustling crowd.

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