HP Magic Biography

Early on Sunday morning, Hermione walked to Hagrid's hut with difficulty stepping on two feet of snow.

Harry and Ron wanted to go together, but their accumulated homework reached an alarming height, so they reluctantly stayed in the lounge, trying to ignore the cheers outside, only Fan Lin and Hermione went together of.

In fact, the students were enjoying the joy of skating and sledding on the frozen river; what was even more annoying was that they were enchanting snowballs to fly up to Gryffindor Tower and hit the windows hard.

How annoying! growled Ron, finally losing his patience and sticking his head out of the window. I'm a prefect, and if a snowball hits this window - ouch!

He immediately retracted his head, his face covered with snow.

It's Fred and George, Ron grumbled, slamming the window behind him, Bastard...

Hermione and Fan Lin came back from Hagrid's hut just before lunch, trembling slightly, the parts of their robes were wet below the knees. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

How? Ron asked, looking up when she came in. Have all his lessons planned?

Anyway, I tried, she replied muffled, sinking into the chair next to Harry. She drew out her wand, waved it complicatedly a few times, and a burst of hot air gushed out from the end of the wand; she pointed the wand at the robe, and the robe gradually dried with the wave of water vapor.

When Fan Lin and I arrived, he wasn't there at all. I knocked on the door for at least half an hour, and finally saw him clumsily walking out of the forest—

Harry groaned: The creatures in the Forbidden Forest are all likely to be the reason for Hagrid's dismissal.

What did he keep in there? Did he say anything? Harry asked.

without,

replied Hermione dejectedly. He said he wanted to treat them as a surprise. I tried to explain Umbridge to him, but he just didn't understand. He always said that no normal person would want to be an amoeba without learning a fire-breather—oh, I don't think he'd actually get a fire-breather. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

Seeing Harry and Ron's horrified expressions, Hermione said again, From what he said about the difficulty of holding eggs, it's not like he hasn't tried it. I don't know how many times I told him he'd better follow Graplan's lesson plan, but frankly Said I don't think he even listened to half of what I said. You know, he's in a weird state right now. He still won't say exactly how he got hurt so much, but Van Lin said Hagrid was willing Yes, I guess it might be his brother...

Hagrid's appearance at the staff table at breakfast the next day was not warmly received by all the students.

Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, yelled happily, running between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, rushing forward and clutching Hagrid's big hand; others, Like Susan and Claire, they exchanged a gloomy look and shook their heads.

Harry knew that many of his classmates preferred Professor Graplan's class, and the worst part was that a small but unbiased part of his mind knew they had a valid reason: Graplan's concept of an interesting class was the classroom No one in the world is in danger of losing his head. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

On Tuesday, with concerns about Hagrid, Harry, Ron, Van Lin and Hermione went to find Hagrid together, wrapped up thickly to resist the severe cold.

It wasn't just what Hagrid decided to teach them that Harry was worried about, but how the rest of the schoolmates, especially Malfoy's gang, would behave if Umbridge was there.

However, the Supreme Prosecutor unexpectedly did not show up, when they walked across the snow to Hagrid who was waiting for them at the edge of the forest.

Hagrid's presence didn't reassure them: Saturday's purple bruises had now turned a pale yellow-green, and some of the cuts looked as if they were bleeding.

Harry didn't understand: had Hagrid been attacked by some creature—perhaps, the creature's venom preventing the wound from healing, or was it really, as Van Lin said, his brother Grop?

As if approving of this ominous vision, Hagrid seemed to be carrying half a dead bull on his shoulders. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

We have class here today! Hagrid told the approaching students cheerfully, gesturing to the dark woods behind him. It's more hidden! Besides, they also prefer darkness...

What likes the dark? Harry heard Malfoy ask Clara and Goyle sharply, a little panic in his voice.

He said he liked the dark—did you hear that?

Harry remembered the only time Malfoy had been in the woods before; he hadn't been brave then either. He smiled: after the Quidditch match, anything that made Malfoy uncomfortable pleased him.

Are you ready? Hagrid asked happily as he toured the circle of his classmates. Okay, so, I'm planning a field trip into the forest for your fifth year. Thought we could go and observe these creatures in their natural environment. Now, the creatures we're going to study today are very rare , I think I might be the only one in England who can tame them—\u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

Are you sure they're really tamed? Malfoy asked, the panic in his voice more palpable now. It's just that this isn't the first time you've brought wild animals to class, is it?

The Slytherins grunted approvingly, and some of the Gryffindors seemed to think Malfoy had a point.

Of course they're tamed, said Hagrid, scowling, lifting the bull on his shoulders a little.

Then, what about your face? Malfoy asked.

Mind your own business! said Hagrid angrily. Now that you've finished asking your stupid questions, follow me! He turned and strode into the forest.

No one seemed willing to go with him. Harry glanced at Ron, Fan Lin, and Hermione. They sighed and nodded lightly, and then the four of them led the whole class out with Hagrid. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees were unusually dense, it was as dark as dusk, and there was not a trace of blood on the ground.

With a soft grunt, Hagrid threw the half cow on the ground, took a step back, and then faced his students again. Most of the students crept towards him among the bushes, looking around nervously, as if There is a possibility of being attacked at any time.

Come here, come here, Hagrid encouraged them all. Now, they'll be attracted by the smell of raw meat, but I'll call them first, they'll like to know it's mine...

He turned, shook his shaggy head, tried to shake the head off his face, and let out a strange and creepy cry that echoed in the dark woods like some Some weird bird calls.

No one was laughing, they seemed too scared to make a sound. Hagrid let out another scream. A minute passed, and the students were still nervously looking around, trying to catch the first glimpse of the approaching animal. Then, as Hagrid threw his head back a third time, expanding his chest, Harry gave Ron a little push and pointed to the black space between two gnarled yew trees.

A pair of expressionless, white, luminous eyes, gleaming and growing larger in the darkness; after a while, a fierce face, neck, and then the skeletal body of a winged black horse emerged from the darkness come out. It surveyed the class for a few seconds, flicked its long black ponytail, then lowered its head and began tearing flesh and blood from the dead cow with its fangs.

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