: 889 Hagrid's Surprise

On Sunday morning, Hermione walked hard to Hagrid's cabin under heavy snow that was two feet deep.
Harry and Ron wanted to go together, but their accumulation of work reached an alarming height, so they reluctantly stayed in the lounge, trying to ignore the cheers outside, only Fanlin and Hermione went together of.
In fact, the students are enjoying the joy of skating and sledding on the frozen river; what is even more annoying is that they magically make the snowball fly up to the Griffindor Tower and hit the window hard.
"It's really annoying!" Ron growled, finally losing his patience, and stretched his head out of the window. "I'm the prefect, and another snowball hits this window-oops!"
He immediately retracted his head, his face covered with snow.
"It's Fred and George," Ron complained, closing the window behind him heavily, "Asshole..."
Hermione and Van Lin came back from Hagrid's cabin just before lunch, shaking slightly, the robes below the knees were wet. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"How?" Ron looked up and asked when she came in, "Have all his classes planned?"
"Anyway, I tried," she replied mutedly, and sat down in the chair next to Harry. She drew out her wand and waved it a few times in a complicated manner, and a burst of heat gushed from the end of the wand; she put the wand against the robe, and the robe gradually dried with the water vapor.
"When Fanlin and I arrived, he was not there at all. I knocked on the door for at least half an hour, and finally saw him walk awkwardly out of the forest—"
Harry groaned, "The creatures in the Forbidden Forest are likely to be the reason Hagrid was fired."
"What did he keep in it? Did he say something?" Harry asked.
"No," Hermione replied frustrated. "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 learn from Amoeba and not to learn from Fire Breathing-- Oh, I don’t think he will really get a fire-spitting monster."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Seeing Harry and Ron’s horrified expressions, Hermione said again,
From what he said about the difficulty of picking eggs, he hasn’t tried it. I don’t know how many times I told him that it’s best to follow Grapland’s lesson plan, but honestly Say I don’t think he even listened to half of what I said. You know, he is in a weird state now. He still refuses to say how he suffered so many injuries, but Fanlin said it was Hagrid’s wish. Yes, I guess it might be his brother..."
At breakfast the next day, Hagrid's appearance at the faculty desk was not warmly welcomed by all the students.
Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, yelled happily, ran across Griffindor and Hefpaff’s tables, rushed forward and clung to 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 liked Professor Grapland's class. The worst part was that there was a small but unbiased part in his mind. He knew that they had a reasonable reason: Grapland's concept of an interesting class was classroom. No one is in danger of losing his head. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
On Tuesday, with concerns about Hagrid, Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione went to find Hagrid together, wrapped thickly to resist the severe cold.
Harry worried not only what Hagrid decided to teach them, but also the performance of the rest of his classmates, especially the Malfoys, if Umbridge was present.
However, the highest prosecutor did not show up unexpectedly, when they struggled through the snow to walk towards Hagrid, who was standing on the edge of the forest and waiting for them.
Hagrid's appearance did not reassure them: Saturday's purple bruise had now turned to a faint yellow-green, and some cuts seemed to be dripping blood.
Harry didn't understand: Hagrid was attacked by some creature—perhaps, the venom of this creature prevented the wound from healing, or is it true as Fanlin said, his brother Glop?
As if approving of this unlucky imagination, Hagrid seemed to carry half a dead cow on his shoulders. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"We are in class here today!" Hagrid happily told the coming students, motioning to the black forest behind him. "More concealed! Besides, they also prefer darkness..."
"Why do you like darkness?" Harry heard Malfoy screaming at you and Gore, a little panicked in his voice.
"What did he say he likes the dark—did you hear it?"
Harry remembered the only time Malfoy had entered the forest before; he was not brave then. He laughed: after the Quiditch game, anything that made Malfoy uncomfortable satisfied him.
"Are you ready?" Hagrid asked happily after inspecting the students. "Okay, then, I have prepared a field trip into the forest for your fifth year. I think we can observe these creatures in their natural living environment. Now, the creatures we want to learn today are very rare. , I think I may be the only person in the UK who can tame them—"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Are you sure they are really tamed?" Malfoy asked, and the panic in his tone was more pronounced now. "It's just that it's not the first time you have brought wild animals to class, right?"
The Slytherins mumbled approvingly, and some Gryffindors seemed to think Malfoy made some sense.
"Of course they are tamed," Hagrid said, and he lowered his face and raised the bull on his shoulders a little bit.
"Then, what's the matter with your face?" Malfoy asked.
"Take care of your own business!" Hagrid said angrily. "Now that you have finished asking stupid questions, follow me!" He turned and strode into the forest.
No one seemed willing to go with him. Harry glanced at Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione, and several of them sighed and nodded lightly, and then the four of them led the entire class with Hagrid. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees were unusually dense and dark as dusk, and there was no trace of blood on the ground.
With a soft snort, Hagrid threw the half of the cow on the ground, took a step back, and then faced his students again. Most of the students crept to him among the trees, looking around nervously, as if At any time there is the possibility of being attacked.
"Come here, all come," Hagrid encouraged everyone. "Now ~EbookFREE.me~ they will be attracted by the smell of raw meat, but I still call them first, they will like to know that this is mine..."
He turned around, shook his fluffy head, tried to shake the head off his face, and then made a strange and creepy shout, which echoed in the dark woods, like something Some weird bird calls.
No one is laughing, they seem to be scared to make a sound. Hagrid screamed again. One minute later, the students were still watching nervously, trying to catch the first glance of the animals that came. Then, when Hagrid swung his head back for the third time to expand his chest, Harry gave Ron a light push and pointed at the black space between the two nodular yew trees.
A pair of expressionless, white, light eyes, shining with light, gradually getting bigger in the darkness; after a while, a fierce face, neck, and then the bone-like body of a black horse with wings emerged from the darkness. come out. It examined the entire class for a few seconds, flicking its long black ponytail, then lowered its head, and began to tear the flesh and blood from the dead cow with its fangs.
　　
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