My Hogwarts Day

Britain, Hogwarts, Great Hall

After Richard finished his dinner, the three of Harry came to find him.

"Richard, have you seen Hagrid?" Harry asked directly.

"Hagrid? No, but it's time for me to go over after class and tell him Malfoy has nothing to do.

"Then why didn't he come to eat?" Ronald asked strangely.

"Actually, Hagrid doesn't come to the auditorium much to eat, doesn't he eat in his cabin all the time?" Richard said indifferently.

"No, Hagrid has been eating in the auditorium since he became a professor, there must be something wrong if he didn't come today, why don't we go and see him.

Richard was shocked, how did you know, Hagrid was just announced as a professor yesterday, how did you know that he was eating and drinking in the auditorium all the time.

Richard, who just wanted to refuse, was dragged out of the castle by Hermione and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

The grass was still wet and looked almost black in the twilight.

They walked to Hagrid's cabin, knocked on the door, and a voice barked, "Come in." Hagrid sat in his shirt shirt beside his scrubbed wooden table, his hound gnashing, his head resting on Hagrid's lap, watching Go to them and know that Hagrid has drunk a lot of wine. There is a single-stemmed wine glass as big as a bucket in front of him, and it seems difficult for him to see them clearly. "I'm afraid it's a new record," he said inarticulately, when he recognized them, "I don't think they've ever had a one-day teacher.

"Didn't fire you, Hagrid!" Hermione gasped.

"Not yet," said Hagrid mournfully, taking another sip of something from the tankard, "but it's only a matter of time, isn't it, after Malfoy

"How is he now?" Ronald said, as they all sat down.

"Richard just told me he wasn't badly hurt, I went over to look at him," said Hagrid dully, "but he still said it was in pain, bandaged and moaning

"He's faking it," Harry said quickly. "Madam Beevery can cure anything. Last year she made half of my bones grow back, and Malfoy will try to take advantage of it."

"Of course the school administrators know about it," said Hagrid mournfully, "and they think I'm taking the plunge. Should have put the Hippogriff in later, after finishing the Flobberworm or whatever." Besides, I thought I could get the first lesson well, and it was all my fault.

"No Hagrid, this is also my problem. We discussed it together at the time, and I will tell them that I must use the Hippogriff." Richard said at the right time

"It's all Malfoy's fault, not you!" Hermione said sincerely.

"We are all witnesses," said Harry, "You said that if you insulted the monster, it would attack. Malfoy didn't listen, and it was his own fault. We'll tell Dumbledore the truth. "

"Yes, don't worry, Hagrid, we will support you." Ronald said.

Tears streamed from the creases of Hagrid's dark eyes. He grabbed Harry and Ronald and pulled them towards them so that their bones almost broke, and seeing this, Richard was pretty sure he had just dodged.

"I think you've had enough, Hagrid," Hermione said firmly, and she took the tankard off the table and went outside to pour it out.

"Ah, maybe she's right," said Hagrid, letting go of Harry and Ronald, who both staggered back and rubbed their ribs.

Hagrid struggled to get up from his chair, and followed Hermione outside with unsteady steps. They heard loud splashing.

"What did he do?" Harry said nervously, as Hermione entered, the big wine glass in her hand. "He stuck his head in the bucket," Hermione said, putting the goblet away. Hagrid came back, wet with long hair and beard, wiping the water from his eyes.

"That's much better," he said, shaking his head like a dog, and water droplets flew on them. "Listen. You're doing me a favor by coming here to see me, I really do," Hagrid broke off abruptly, glaring at Harry as if he'd just discovered he was here now. "What do you think you're doing, huh?" he growled, so suddenly that they jumped up and down. "You're not supposed to be wandering around after dark, Harry! And you three! Let him do that!"

"It's okay Hagrid, Richard is here." Harry explained hastily.

"That's not okay, Richard is a kid too, that's...

Although Hagrid didn't finish his sentence, everyone knew what he wanted to say

Hagrid walked over to Harry, grabbed his arm, and pulled him toward the door.

"Come on!" said Hagrid angrily. "I'll take you back, but don't let me see you coming here after dark to see me. I don't deserve it."

Malfoy did not appear at the Slytherin table again until Thursday morning.

At this moment, the three of Harry happened to pass by Slytherin's dining table.

"Have you seen your mate Hagrid lately?" Malfoy stopped Harry and asked them quietly.

"It's none of your business." Ronald walked forward hurriedly, as if there was something dirty.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to be a teacher again," said Malfoy, with feigned distress, "my dad wasn't too happy about my injury.

"Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you the real deal," Ronald growled.

"He's complained to the school administrators. He's complained to the Ministry of Magic. My dad is a man of influence, you know. And it's a bad old wound like that." He sighed phonically He took a deep breath, "If my arm can never return to its original shape, who knows what will happen?"

"So you're putting on a show," Harry said, "to try and get Hagrid fired.

"Well," said Malfoy, his voice low as a whisper, "it's partly true, Potter. But there's something else as well.

"Leave him alone, we'll continue to eat, and there's a Potions class in the morning, if you don't want to be late." Hermione directly interrupted their conversation.

Malfoy saw that Hermione was about to say something, but Richard's appearance came to his mind unconsciously, making him shut up quickly.

In fact, Malfoy was able to leave the infirmary on Tuesday, but he stayed there on purpose to make himself look more seriously injured, and then (caai) he wrote a letter to tell Lu about everything that happened Hughes Malfoy.

This time Lucius replied quickly. He first warned Draco not to provoke Richard, but the pride of being the patriarch of the Malfoy family prevented him from writing too bluntly.

And Draco obviously only understood the superficial meaning, so he didn't take it too seriously.

Also in his mind, tell Malfoy to be honest at Hogwarts and he'll take care of Hagrid.

Obviously our Malfoy classmate only saw half of it again. He only knew that Lucius would solve Hagrid, but he didn't see it to be honest.

After breakfast, Richard and Hermione came to the Potions classroom together.

The gloomy basement Richard didn't want to complain about anything anymore, he took out his potions textbook and casually flipped through it.

As the class bell rang, Professor Snape floated from the back of the classroom to the podium like a black bat.

Today they're working on a new potion: the shrinking solution.

Richard had successfully refined this potion as early as the first year of school, so Snape did not let him continue to refine it, but asked Richard to guide the little wizards of Ravenclaw to refine the potion

As for Gryffindor, that was the fun part of Snape's class, and of course he had to do it himself.

Sure enough, after a while, the venomous Snape started to exert his skills.

"Potter, use your troll's brain to figure out how to peel a fig, Gryffindor snaps it.

"Weasley, if you can't cut a daisy root to even size, put your hands directly over the fire and roast it, I'm sure it will help you."

Of course, the problems of these two people pale in comparison to Neville's.

A few seats away from them, Neville was in trouble.

Neville always had a nervous breakdown in Potions, Potions being his worst subject, and since he was terribly afraid of Snape, things were ten times worse.

His potion was supposed to be a bright green acidic substance, but instead.

"Orange, Longbottom," Snape said, spooning a little out and letting it splash back into the cauldron so everyone could see it. "Orange. Tell me, boy, has something penetrated this thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, plainly, that only a drop of rat bile was needed? Didn't I see Say, is a little leech sap enough? How can I explain it to you, Longbottom?"

Neville's face was pink and he was shaking, he looked like he was going to cry.

"Sir," said Hermione, "sir, with your permission, may I fix it for him?"

Because of Richard, Snape didn't do anything to Hermione, just ignored Hermione.

"Longbottom, before get out of class is over today, we're going to give your toad a few drops of this potion and see what happens. Maybe doing so will encourage you to make this potion well.

Snape walked away, leaving Neville terrified. "Help me!" he pleaded to Hermione.

As for Richard, Ravenclaw is worthy of being a school of high school masters, basically there is no need for Richard to say anything, just simply check the color and see if there is no problem.

get out of class was about to end, and Snape strolled over to Neville, who was cowering next to his cauldron.

"Come over here, everybody," said Snape, his dark eyes glowing, "to see what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he makes a shrinking potion, his toad will shrink into a tadpole. If he does it wrong Now, I have no doubt of it, the toad will be poisoned and die.'

Snape held Rifle the Toad in his left hand, and put a small spoon into Neville's stinger, which was now green. He poured a few drops down Lyfe's throat.

There was a moment's silence, when Raffles gasped for air; then with a soft pop, Raffles the tadpole writhed in Snape's palm.

The students of Gryffindor applauded. With a sour look on his face, Snape took a small bottle from his robe pocket and poured a few drops on Raffle, who suddenly reappeared, completely adult toad.

Snape's complexion turned bad instantly, like a child whose toy has been robbed, he immediately stared at Hermione, and then left the classroom without saying anything, talking while walking.

"Richard, get the classroom in order."

Immediately Richard was dumbfounded, is this himself?

Fortunately, with the help of all Ravenclaw little wizards and Harry and others, it was quickly cleaned up. .