Vol 2 Chapter 872: Hedwig the Wounded

In fact, Ron should vowed to ensure that Umbridge was a conscientious person, and he would come to Professor Bins to understand the history of magic.
But he was wrong. When they entered the classroom, the only teacher who appeared in front of them...Professor Bins, floating about a foot above the chair as usual, was about to continue teaching the monotonous and cumbersome. Giants war.
Fanlin felt a little disappointed. He still overestimated Umbridge's determination, but it seemed to be a thankless thing to investigate a course taught by a ghost.
Harry seemed even more disappointed. He was playing with gold coins. If he couldn't speak loudly in class, perhaps the experimental results were good, but now Harry doesn't even want to try to follow Binns's lecture ideas today. He scribbled idle on his parchment, ignoring Hao Min's frequent glaring and shoving at him, until the last obvious tingling in his ribs annoyed him, then he raised his head.
"what?"
Hermione pointed to the window, and Harry looked around and found Hedwig was perching on the narrow edge of the window, staring at him through the thick glass window, with a letter tied to its leg.
Harry really didn't understand it. They had breakfast together just now. Why didn't it deliver the letter at that time as usual? Many of his classmates also recognized it.
"Oh, I have always liked that owl, she is so beautiful" Harry heard Lina sigh to Lavender. He glanced at Professor Bins, who was still reading notes aloud, as if the professor hadn't noticed that he was paying less attention than usual in the class.
Harry quietly left his seat, curled up, and quickly passed the rows of seats in the classroom to the window. He slid the window hook and slowly opened it.
He wanted Hedwig to stretch out his feet, so he could take the letter and let it fly back to the owl house. But the window was wide enough at that time, so Hedwig wished to fly in, so it cried 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 on his leg. Letters. It wasn't until then that he suddenly noticed that Hedwig's feathers were curled strangely; some were down, and one of its wings was drooping.
"It's hurt!" Harry whispered, bending his head closer to it. Hermione and Van Lin leaned to get closer; Hermione even put down her quill.
"Look, there is something wrong with its wings." Hedwig was trembling, and when Harry touched her wings, it couldn't help but jump up slightly. All of Hedwig's feathers were erected, and it looked at him reproachfully.
"Professor Bins," Harry said loudly, and everyone in the classroom turned to look at him, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
Professor Bins took his gaze away from the notes and looked at Harry in surprise, but as usual, only found the room full of people.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" he repeated vaguely.
"I don't feel well all over," Harry hid Hedwig behind his back and stepped firmly. "I think I need to get to the hospital quickly."
"Yes," Professor Bins said, obviously a little at a loss, "Yes, yes, rushed to the hospital, ok, you can go, then..."
Before Professor Bins had finished speaking, Harry left quickly.
As soon as he left the classroom, Harry put Hedwig on his shoulders and hurriedly walked on the porch before stopping to think until he was out of the sight of Professor Bins.
His first choice for treating Hedwig is of course Hagrid, but since he doesn't know where Hagrid is now, his only remaining choice is to seek help from Professor Grapland. He peeped from the window into the gloomy and windy ground outside the window, and the cabin near Hagrid would not have her notice anyway; if she was not teaching now, she might be in the teaching and research room.
Harry went downstairs, Hedwig swayed weakly on his shoulders, wailing softly from time to time.
On both sides of the gate of the teaching and research section are embedded stone beasts. When Harry approached the door, one of the stone beasts said in a hoarse voice: "You should be in class now, little guy."
"This matter is urgent." Harry said very briefly.
"Oh, it's urgent, isn't it?" Another stone beast said in a sharp tone, "Well, this lets us do our job, doesn't it?"
Harry knocked on the door, he heard footsteps, the door opened, and he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.
"You haven't been sentenced to another confinement!" Professor McGonagall said immediately, her square glasses shining with warning light.
"I promise, no, professor!" Harry hurriedly defended himself.
"Ok, then, why aren't you in your class?"
"Obviously, it's because of something urgent," the second stone beast said with his ugly face.
"I'm looking for Professor Grapland," Harry explained. "This is my owl. It's injured."
"Wounded owl, isn't it?" Professor Grapland appeared behind Professor McGonagall, holding a pipe in one hand and a daily prophet in the other.
"Yes." Harry gently lifted Hedwig on his shoulders cautiously. "It appeared behind the other delivery owls, and its wings became weird, look."
Professor Grapland bit the pipe tightly with his teeth, then took Hedwig from Harry under Professor McGonagall's gaze.
"Well," Grapland said, her pipe swinging back and forth as she spoke, "it seems to have been attacked by something. It's hard to imagine something that would hurt it like this. Of course, the devil bird would. He often hunts birds, but Hagrid has trained Hogwarts well so that they don't provoke owls anymore."
Harry didn't want to know or cared about what a demon bird was, he just wanted to know if Hedwig could recover.
But Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with keen eyes and asked, "Do you know how far this owl has flown, Potter?"
"Well," said Harry, "it's probably as far as London, I think."
Harry glanced at her quickly, and when he saw her eyebrows tightened, he knew that she knew that "London" actually meant to know Sirius...
Then whether Sirius revealed the news to him, this has become a question worthy of discussion.
"Rejuvenation liquid, number 12." Professor Grapland took out a monocle from her robe, stuffed it into his eyes, and checked Hedwig's wings up close.
"If you give it to me, I can quickly restore it," Professor Grapland said, "but she can't fly too far these days."
"Well, yes, thank you." Harry said, at this moment, the rest bell rang.
"No problem," Professor Grapland said gruffly, and then returned to the teaching and research office.
"Wait a minute, Grapland!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly shouted, "Potter's letter!"
"Oh yes!" Harry said, he almost forgot the scroll on Hedwig's leg.
Grapland handed the letter to Harry ~EbookFREE.me~ and then disappeared in the teaching and research room with Hedwig.
Hedwig had been staring at Harry until he disappeared, as if he couldn't believe he would drop it like this.
Harry felt a little vain, he was about to leave, but was called back by Professor McGonagall.
"Potter!"
"Yes, Professor?"
She scanned the porch up and down, and students came out in both directions.
"Remember," she whispered quickly, looking at the scroll in his hand, "that channel of communication between Hogwarts and the outside world will be well guarded. Would you do this?"
"I..." Harry was about to answer, but the students in the hallway had swarmed. Professor McGonagall nodded to him and withdrew to the teaching and research section. Harry was left swept into the hospital by the bustling crowd.
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