The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

"Snape!?"

Harry yelled and almost jumped out of bed in surprise.

"That's right, he is your Potions Professor." Professor McGonagall said with some admiration, "His attainments in Occlumency are astonishing. He is a true master of Occlumency!"

Harry couldn't understand the admiration in Professor McGonagall's words.

How pitiful it was that Snape had to mess with him from time to time in a Potions class with dozens of people. What kind of horrific scene would it be if this really turned into a one-to-one private lesson?

Harry felt that Voldemort might not need to think about ways to kill him anymore.

Because according to the frequency of classes once a week, he would probably be beaten to death by Snape in less than a month!

Professor McGonagall naturally knew what Harry was thinking at this moment.

Seeing that Harry's face was really ugly, she sighed and said again:

"If you really don't want Snape to teach you, you can ask Dumbledore to help you find another teacher."

As soon as these words were spoken, a flame called hope suddenly emerged from Harry's eyes. He widened his eyes and said in an almost pleading tone:

"Who!"

"Link Foley, I once heard Dumbledore mention it. He has been studying Occlumency with Professor Snape for almost five years, and now he is also very accomplished in this area." Professor McGonagall said "Of course, you need to tell Dumbledore yourself after he comes back. Maybe he has other considerations."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall left the ward directly without looking at Harry's confused expression of joy and sorrow.

As the door was closed, Harry sighed heavily.

Professor McGonagall's words just now did not reassure him, but instead made the haze in his heart a little more intense.

This has nothing to do with the possibility that he will go to Snape to learn Occlumency in the future, but is simply worried about Link.

In the previous scenes, Link was fighting Voldemort.

Although judging from these pictures alone, Link actually still has the upper hand, so his life safety should be no problem.

But Link's state of being shrouded in cold fog and black smoke gave Harry a feeling that was far more evil and terrifying than Voldemort.

Harry had a rather ominous premonition about this, but out of trust in Link, he did not tell McGonagall about it, nor did he plan to tell Dumbledore.

At least he wasn't going to tell anyone until he talked to Link himself.

There are just too many things involved.

Having made up his mind, Harry lay back on the soft bed and rubbed the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead with his hands.

There are obviously thousands of thoughts in my heart, but I can't do anything.

Snapped--

A sudden explosion startled Harry.

Harry looked up and realized that it was Ron and Hermione who had opened the door.

The two of them had obviously run for a long time before they came over immediately. Ron's hair, which was too long because it had not been trimmed for too long, was stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Hermione also looked out of breath. .

"Harry, how do you feel now? I brought you a roast chicken..."

As Ron spoke, he took out another oil paper bag soaked in chicken fat from his arms.

Even though the oiled paper bag hadn't been opened yet, the unique aroma of roast chicken filled the air instantly, and Harry's stomach roared in response - he was pulled into the infirmary only halfway through breakfast, and it's not until now that he was pulled into the infirmary. It's already afternoon and I haven't eaten any rice yet.

Upon seeing this, Hermione quickly punched him and interrupted:

"Harry can't eat something so greasy!"

Ron shrank his neck when he heard this, while Harry's throat squirmed violently and said:

"It's okay. Professor McGonagall said that there is nothing serious about my health. He also said that I should leave the infirmary early and go back to the dormitory to prepare for my homework."

Hermione let out a long breath of relief.

She might still be skeptical about what others said, but if Professor McGonagall really asked Harry to leave the hospital as soon as possible to study, it meant that Harry's health was indeed fine.

Ron on the other side had already been laughing and helping Harry open the oil paper bag and handed it over.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he tore a chicken leg and started to chew on it, regardless of washing his hands.

The house elves at Hogwarts are extremely skilled in craftsmanship. The roasted whole chicken is quite delicious. The chicken legs are the best-tasting part of the whole chicken. When you bite into it, the rich juices explode instantly, and the oily vapor fills your entire mouth. Harry's dry stomach was immediately satisfied.

Seeing that Harry was eating so happily, Ron, who had just finished lunch, felt a little hungry again.

Not daring to grab Harry's big chicken drumstick, Ron carefully tore off a forewing root and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it, just to give it a taste.

"So," Ron muttered as he gnawed on the chicken, "you're fine, right?"

Harry was speechless and just nodded when he heard the words.

Ron then said:

"So are you going to the Forbidden Forest this afternoon? Today is the day we made an appointment with Hagrid."

Ron's words suddenly reminded Harry.

Ever since they bumped into the little giant in the Forbidden Forest that day, they had made an agreement with Hagrid to accompany Hagrid to meet the little giant every week.

According to Hagrid's words, this was to allow his brother Grawp to communicate with more people, so as to cultivate Grawp's social skills, and to prepare Grawp for officially entering everyone's life.

Harry quickly swallowed all the chicken in his mouth and said:

"Of course I want to go. If I don't go, Hagrid will definitely complain for a long time. I don't want to..."

Before Harry finished speaking, he heard Hermione say decisively:

"No! Didn't you hear what Professor McGonagall said before? She asked you to go and preview! Homework!"

"This is not good news for me. After all, I haven't even finished my vacation homework, and I haven't fully learned the previous knowledge. Going directly to preview will only make my brain more confusing."

"Then you should go and do your homework properly!"

"But, I don't want to write."

Harry said this with a shrug of his shoulders, and then said before Hermione changed her face completely, "Please Hermione, just let me go! Think about Hagrid, he lives alone in such a cold day In that simple cabin, the most anticipated thing is that we accompany him to meet his younger brother every week. Do you really want to extinguish the last spark of hope for a poor old man? "

The angry look on Hermione's face suddenly stopped, and her face turned from red to blue, and then quickly turned white again, but in the end she compromised:

"Okay, then it's only for this time! And when you come back this time, you must promise to complete all your homework before next week!"

"Of course, school starts next week, and I don't want to be grounded by Professor McGonagall because I didn't finish my homework."

Harry agreed without hesitation.

After saying that, he and Ron winked at each other with a playful smile.

I have to admit that sometimes it works quite well to use George and Fred's methods to deal with people.

Half an hour later, the three of them, wearing invisibility cloaks, braved the wind and snow and arrived at the hunting ground.

Hagrid was already dressed and waiting at the door of the hut.

It could be seen from the snow covering his body and his beard and hair that were almost dyed white that he had been standing here waiting for a long time.

Seeing him looking towards Hogwarts Castle from time to time, Hermione's nose felt sore for no reason, and she immediately lifted the invisibility cloak and said:

"Hagrid! We're here! Why don't you go wait in the hut?"

"Ha! You're finally here." Hagrid laughed happily when he saw this. The snow on his head shook and fell off, finally revealing his face. "It's okay. I It’s not cold at all. But you guys, why are you dressed so thinly? That’s not okay, at least put on a scarf. Don’t move around here, I’ll be right back!”

As he spoke, Hagrid went straight into the hut.

Harry and Ron were glaring angrily at Hermione - they had planned to hide themselves and scare Hagrid.

As a result, after hearing what Hagrid said, the circles in their eyes were slightly red.

After a while, Hagrid came out again.

He also held three scarves in his hand, and without saying a word, he put them around the necks of Harry and the three of them.

Since they were made by Hagrid himself, these three scarves naturally have Hagrid's rough style.

It was indeed warm, but the strange color that was neither yellow nor white had anything to do with aesthetics. The woolen material that had not been deeply processed was even more irritating to the neck.

Best of all the size of these scarves is so big!

Harry felt as if he had put a wool blanket directly over his head, which was very inconvenient.

However, despite the flaws of these scarves, none of the three Harrys had any intention of taking them off. Instead, they smiled sweetly at Hagrid.

Seeing this, Hagrid also smiled even more happily.

He clapped his hands vigorously, and then led Harry and the three of them into the Forbidden Forest.

And just when their figures completely disappeared into the dense forest, a snowdrift deep in the hunting ground suddenly moved.

As large swaths of snow fell, a young man wearing tights was revealed.

Even though he had been hiding in the snow all morning, the boy didn't seem to know what cold was.

He brushed the snow off his head and face without any care, and then took out a double-sided mirror from a small bag on his waist and began to wipe it.

One, two, three...

The water vapor on the mirror gradually dissipated, and Umbridge's figure wrapped in pink appeared.

"what's up?"

Umbridge said without even looking at the camera, trimming her nails.

"Professor, Hagrid entered the Forbidden Forest again," the young man said, licking his dry lips, "but this time Harry Potter and his two followers followed Hagrid."

Umbridge stopped moving her hands, narrowed her eyes and looked at the camera and said:

"Follow me! We'll be there soon!"

"Yes! I understand!"

The young man bowed respectfully, put away the double-sided mirror and walked toward the Forbidden Forest.

As the boy's pace gradually accelerated, the boy's figure gradually became illusory.

In the end, the boy's figure had completely disappeared, leaving only a series of footprints on the snow that were spreading rapidly into the distance.

……

On the path in the forbidden forest.

The three Harrys, who had no idea, still followed Hagrid and continued to go deeper into Grawp's stronghold.

Thanks to Hagrid's efforts to clear the way, the three of them moved forward much faster this time, and the experience of traveling was much better.

"...Grawp has not been as lively as before recently. I think he must have adapted to the environment in the Forbidden Forest and became as peaceful as when I first met him. Hey! You will definitely not guess, Grawp Luopu also made friends. Although it was just a little goblin, this is a good sign! I think one day Luopu will definitely have the ability to truly coexist peacefully with others. When that time comes, I will ask Deng If Blido gives Graup a job, he will definitely agree! Haha..."

Hagrid said cheerfully, while the Harry trio behind him looked at him with complicated expressions.

Along the way, Hagrid was so excited that he could hardly contain himself, and basically kept talking.

At first, Harry and the others would chime in with a few words from time to time, but as time went by, Harry and the others had nothing to say.

The current Hagrid is simply incomprehensible.

Any creature with a normal IQ knew that Dumbledore would never allow a giant to live in the Forbidden Forest, let alone give him a position, even though the giant was Hagrid's half-brother.

This is a matter of principle.

Even if Dumbledore really planned to do that for Hagrid's sake, Umbridge and the parents of the students would still find ways to make it dirty.

At the same time, Harry didn't think Hagrid could educate Grawp into a person who could live a normal life with ordinary people.

The poor brain capacity of giants is destined to use more direct and straightforward methods to deal with most things in life, and many of these methods are simply intolerable to ordinary people.

The most typical example is personal hygiene.

Due to their strong physiques and primitive aesthetics, the giants have no concept of bathing at all.

So in fact, the smell of giants is not much better than that of trolls.

This difference in living habits based on IQ defects is difficult to change even for geniuses among giants, let alone a relatively mentally retarded person like Graop.

Also, Hagrid's claim that Grawp was gradually 'getting better' seemed to Harry to be nonsense.

Hagrid's method of training Grawp was no different from the methods used to train animals in the circus.

It is nothing more than guiding Graupp to perform an action similar to a 'handshake', and then giving him a piece of meat. After the reward mechanism is repeated to reinforce this process, Graupp will naturally use the 'handshake' action. Keep it firmly in mind.

But this has nothing to do with 'getting better'. Graup just wants to eat meat.

As for the goblin who had made friends with Grawp, Harry could only pray that he would still be alive when they arrived.

Because according to Hagrid's description, the time he spent with Grawp was almost more than a day and a night.