Vol 2 Chapter 977: No training

Since three years ago, Avon got Gryffindor to stay in the Malay tribe's Sorcerer's Stone and got their friendship.
The sorcerer's stone has been stored in the Malay tribe for centuries, and it has been enough to give the horses countless extra meanings. It is a sacred existence that can be compared with the beliefs of stars and ancestors.
As the current owner of the Sorcerer's Stone, Ai Wen's status in the Ma Tribe is naturally high, even more than Dumbledore.
Especially after he combined the magic stone into one, the incident of fallen horses and evil spirits has always been a shame for this horse-man tribe.
However, Ai Wen is very skeptical that even if he comes forward, the horses may not agree to Hagrid’s request.
The relationship between Hagrid and the Ma Ren is already good enough, but the stocking of a very destructive giant in the Forbidden Forest is actually a very crazy move, and the entire forbidden forest is regarded as the horse people of their private land. It is stubborn and insists that tradition should not be changed.
Ai Wen sighed deeply when he thought about the grumpy Margaret and other guys.
"It's hard to imagine, he really wants to bring that big guy back. I originally expected Hagrid to give up!"
"Yeah, a giant, I dare say, you will see him on the tower of the castle." Ron said, suddenly he laughed. "Actually, this is not bad, isn't it? Think about it, Umbridge." Opening her window and welcoming her is the ugly face of the giant and a terrible roar. I dare say she will be scared and crying."
"This is not a joke!" said Hermione sternly. "If the giants are discovered by others, Hagrid will be expelled, even to the headmaster and others, we must keep the secrets of the giants. Ivan, you are ready Help him?"
"Try it out, but those horses are the most stubborn creatures I have ever seen, and they don't necessarily work." Avon said.
"Well, my go out!" said Harry. "Heidewei needs treatment. I am going to Professor Grappland."
"Wait a minute, let the house elves go to more than." Avon said, stopped Harry. "You are now very suspicious when you go out with Hedwig. I have to give a letter to the horses. Tell them about it and listen to their opinions."
Domestic elves send more letters than owls, and they are very convenient. Dobby is also happy to accept this task.
He even talked with you about the situation in the kitchen. Although Hermione did a lot of hard work, everything was the same. The only change was probably that the shiny state became worse. Since Mr. Crouch was killed, After Batty was sucked away from the soul, the sparkle completely collapsed!
She does nothing now, drinking every day, becoming a scum in the house elf, and making it difficult for the elves to accept it.
Now, only one person cares for her, and she has hidden her in the responsive room several times.

What do we have to do for the glitter?
said Hermione, watching Dobby’s disappearance in front of him with Hedwig.
I think that if she cares a little more, she will get better, look at Kreacher, he is a Good example."
"Kleche is not good because of caring," Ron said. "And he is only friendly to all three of you."
"Hey, we might be able to take a look at Mr. Crouch's tombstone, which might make her a little better." Hermione meditated and said, carefully considering this matter, "Who knows his last burial?" Where is it?"
Just then, Angelina walked in, and Fred and George followed her.
"There is no Quidditch ball training," she said emptyly. "Nothing this week, there may not be next week."
"But I am very restrained these days!" said Harry, very shocked. "I didn't say anything to her, I swear!"
"I know, I know," Angelina said painfully. "The other three college teams have been approved for reorganization. We just went to see her. She only said that she would have to consider it. It might take a while.


Considering what?
Ron said angrily.
She approved Slytherin. Why not approve us?

A moment of silence, everyone can imagine how Umbridge likes to use the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a threat to their heads.
Of course, she is not willing to give up this weapon too early, which is much more useful than closing the confinement!
"Okay!" said Hermione. "Think about the good things, at least you both have time to write Snape's article!"
"Is this a good thing?" Harry grabbed the white road, and Ron looked at Hermione incredulously. "It sounds as bad as helping the singer to find Mr. Crouch's burial. There is no Quidditch ball training, potion. The class is fined!"
He fell down on the chair and reluctantly picked up the pen to continue his potion paper.
"Hermione is right, it is not entirely a bad thing. I think there is time for combat training. At the very least, everyone at Gryffindor is free!" Ai Wen said, "We can start as soon as possible, tomorrow. How about at night?"
"I have no opinion!" Harry said immediately, how much would make him feel better.
At the very least, they are fighting against Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic, which seems to be his only sustenance.
"We have no opinions, no longer start, I have forgotten everything I learned before!" Fred said.
"Yeah, you know, there are so many things waiting for us to do every day." George agreed.
"That line, I will inform other people tomorrow. If there is time, they will have to go to the eighth floor to have the responsive house after dinner." Ai Wen said, "I and Hermione are all ready, a formal training venue and Everything related."
For the rest of the night, Ai Wen was discussing Hagrid and Glop.
There was no progress in Harry's potion class. He had a hard time concentrating on his thoughts. The house was so noisy: After countless attempts, Fred and George finally perfected a quick-moving class of sugar that was cheering. Demonstration.
George was sipping and holding a tablet to record the ordering information. Fred first bit the orange one, vomited and vomited, spit in the bucket in front of him, then swallowed a purple one and vomited. Stop immediately.
After a while, Lee Jordan lazily used the vanishing charm to empty the vomit.
Vomiting, cheering, and people ordering Fred and George, Harry couldn't concentrate on writing the correct formula for the enhancer.
Like him, Hermione has been sneering dissatisfied, even the giants don't talk about anything!
"Don't you stop them?" Aiwen asked, and Hermione was very uncomfortable with Fred and George.
She once threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley about this, but she just said it.