Chapter 889 Hagrid’s Surprise

Early on Sunday morning, Hermione trudged through two feet of snow to Hagrid's hut.

Harry and Ron wanted to go together, but their mountain of homework reached an alarming level, so they reluctantly stayed in the lounge, trying to ignore the cheers outside. Only Fanlin and Hermione went together. of.

In fact, the students were enjoying skating and sledding on the frozen river; what was even more annoying was that they used magic to make snowballs fly up to Gryffindor Tower and hit the windows hard.

"How annoying!" Ron growled, finally losing his patience and sticking his head out the window, "I'm a prefect, and if another snowball hits this window - ugh!"

He immediately retracted his head, his face covered with snow.

"It's Fred and George," Ron complained, slamming the window behind him, "Assholes..."

Hermione and Fanlin came back from Hagrid's hut just before lunch, shivering slightly, and their robes were wet from the knee down.

"How's it going?" Ron looked up and asked as she came in. "Has all his lessons been planned?"

"Anyway, I tried," she replied sullenly, slumping into the chair next to Harry. She took out her wand and waved it complicatedly a few times, and a burst of heat came out of the end of the wand. She pointed the wand at the robe, and the robe gradually dried as the water vapor evaporated.

"He wasn't even there when Fanlin and I arrived. I knocked on the door for at least half an hour, and finally I saw him clumsily walking out of the forest—"

Harry groaned: "Any creature in the Forbidden Forest could very well be the reason why Hagrid was fired."

"What did he keep in there? Did he say anything?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione replied dejectedly. "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 no one in their right mind would want to be like an amoeba without being like a fire-breathing creature— Oh, I guess he won't actually get a fire-breathing monster."

Seeing the horrified expressions on Harry and Ron, Hermione added, "From what he said about how difficult it was to get the eggs, it's not like he hasn't tried it before. I don't know how many times I told him that he'd better follow Grapland's lesson plan, but frankly Said I don't think he even heard half of what I said. You know, he's in a weird state now. He still won't say why he got so hurt, but Fanlin said it was Hagrid's wish. Yes, I guess it may be his younger brother..."

At breakfast the next day, Hagrid's appearance at the staff table was not warmly welcomed by all the students.

Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, shouted happily and ran between the tables of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, rushing forward to grab Hagrid's big hand; others, Susan and Clara exchanged gloomy looks and shook their heads.

Harry knew that many of his classmates preferred Professor Grapeland's class, and the worst part was that a small but unbiased part of his mind knew that they had a valid reason: Grapeland's concept of an interesting class was class No one is in danger of losing his head.

On Tuesday, with worries about Hagrid, Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione went to find Hagrid, wrapped thickly to resist the cold.

Harry was worried not only about what Hagrid decided to teach them, but also how the rest of the classmates, especially Malfoy's group, would behave if Umbridge was present.

However, the Supreme Prosecutor unexpectedly did not show up when they trudged through the snow towards Hagrid, who was waiting for them at the edge of the forest.

Hagrid's presence did not reassure them: Saturday's purple bruises had now turned a light yellow-green, and some of the cuts looked like they were dripping with blood.

Harry didn't understand: had Hagrid been attacked by some creature - perhaps the creature's venom prevented the wound from healing, or was it really his brother Grawp as Fanlin said?

As if approving of this ominous imagining, Hagrid seemed to be carrying half a dead cow on his shoulders.

"We have class here today!" Hagrid happily told the students who came, gesturing to the dark woods behind him. "More hidden! Besides, they also prefer darkness..."

"What likes the dark?" Harry heard Malfoy ask Clara and Goyle sharply, with a hint of panic in his voice.

"What he said about liking the dark - did you hear that?"

Harry remembered the only time Malfoy had gone into the forest before; he had not been brave then. He smiled: after the Quidditch game, anything that made Marv uncomfortable was satisfying to him.

"Are you ready?" Hagrid looked around the students and asked happily. "Okay, so, I've prepared a field trip into the forest for your fifth year. I thought we could observe these creatures in their natural living environment. Now, the creatures we are going to study today are very rare. , I think I might be the only person in Britain who can tame them—"

"Are you sure they are really tamed?" Malfoy asked, the panic in his tone more obvious now. "It's just that this isn't the first time you've brought wild animals to class, is it?"

The Slytherins murmured in agreement, and some of the Gryffindors seemed to think Malfoy had a point.

"Of course they're tamed," Hagrid said, scowling and lifting the cow a little higher on his shoulders.

"Then, what happened to your face?" Malfoy asked.

"Mind your own business!" Hagrid said angrily. "Now that you've finished asking your stupid questions, come with me!" He turned and strode into the forest.

No one seemed willing to go with him. Harry glanced at Ron, Fanlin and Hermione. A few of them sighed and nodded lightly. Then the four of them led the entire class and set off with Hagrid.

They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees were unusually dense, as dark as dusk, and there was no trace of blood on the ground.

With a soft groan, Hagrid threw the half cow on the ground, took a step back, and then faced his students again. Most of the students were tiptoeing toward him among the trees, looking around nervously, as if There is a possibility of being attacked at any time.

"Come here, come here," Hagrid encouraged everyone. "Now, 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 shaggy head, tried to shake the hair from his face, and then let out a strange and blood-curdling cry that echoed in the dark woods, like someone Some weird bird sounds.

No one was laughing, they seemed too frightened to make a sound. Hagrid let out another scream. A minute passed, and the students were still looking around nervously, trying to catch the first glimpse of the approaching animals. Then, as Hagrid tossed his hair back for the third time and expanded his chest, Harry nudged Ron gently and pointed to the dark space between two gnarled yew trees.

A pair of expressionless, white, glowing eyes shimmered and grew larger in the darkness; soon, a ferocious face, neck, and then the skeletal body of a winged black horse emerged from the darkness. come out. It surveyed the entire class for a few seconds, swishing its long black ponytail, then lowered its head and began tearing chunks of flesh from the dead cow's body with its fangs. (To be continued)