Hogwarts Card Drawer

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

"So, what about your face?" Parvati demanded, but he didn't notice Harry's tearing eyes.

"Mind your own business!" said Hagrid angrily. "Now that you're done asking stupid questions, follow me!"

He turned and strode into the forest. No one seemed willing to go with him. Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, sighed, and nodded lightly, and then the three of them led the whole class and followed Hagrid.

They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees were unusually dense, it was as dark as dusk, and there was not a trace of blood on the ground.

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

"Come here, come here," Hagrid encouraged them all. "Now, they'll be attracted by the smell of raw meat, but I'll call them first, they'll like to know it's mine..."

He turned, shook his shaggy head, tried to shake the hair off his face, and let out a strange and creepy cry that echoed in the dark woods like some Some weird bird calls. No one was laughing, they seemed too scared to make a sound.

Hagrid let out another scream. A minute passed, and the students were still nervously looking around, trying to catch the first glimpse of the approaching animal. Then, as Hagrid threw his hair back for the third time, expanding his chest, Harry gave Ron a little push and pointed to the black space between two gnarled yew trees.

A pair of expressionless, white, glowing eyes, gleaming and growing larger in the darkness; after a while, a fierce face, neck, and then the skeletal body of a winged black horse emerged from the darkness come out.

It surveyed the class for a few seconds, flicked its long black ponytail, then lowered its head and began tearing flesh and blood from the dead cow with its fangs.

Harry felt a pang of relief. At least it was proof that he wasn't fantasizing about the creatures, that they were real: Hagrid knew them too. He looked eagerly at Ron, but Ron was still staring around the woods, and after a few seconds he asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't Hagrid stopped shouting?"

Most of the students had the same expression as Ron: confused and nervously expecting, they were still looking around but couldn't notice the horse that was only a few feet away from them. Only two others seem to be able to see them:

A slender Slytherin boy standing behind Gower was watching the horse feed,

There was a look of disgust on his face; and Neville, his eyes following the long black ponytail.

"Oh, here's another one!" said Hagrid proudly as the second black horse emerged from the dark woods, folded its leathery wings close to his body, lowered its head and gorged itself. "Now... put your hands up, who can see?"

Chronos now knew what Hagrid was talking about, it was a creature that only those who had witnessed death could see with their own eyes - Night Rider.

Harry held up his hand, very glad he was finally about to learn the secrets about these horses. Hagrid nodded at him.

"Yes... yes, I know you can see that, Harry," he said gravely. "You can too, Neville, can't you? And—"

"Excuse me," Draco said sarcastically, "what the hell are we supposed to be watching?"

In answer, Hagrid pointed to the dead cow on the ground. The whole class stared for a few seconds, then some gasped in surprise and Parvati screamed softly.

Although Draco didn't cry out, his legs trembled too. If Kronos hadn't supported him by the side, Draco would have been frightened and would have knelt on the ground.

Kronos knew why, the scene in front of him was really weird: pieces of flesh and blood seemed to fall off the bones naturally, and then disappeared into the thin air, which looked really weird.

"I'm amazed how many people can see them," said Ron. "There are three in a class..."

"Yes, Wesley, we were weird just now," said a vicious voice from beyond the quiet snow, with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle right behind them. "You reckon if you saw someone dead it would be better if you looked at the Quaffle?"

"Okay, Draco." Kronos shook his head helplessly. He just explained the reason of the phenomenon to Draco, and he couldn't wait to run to mock the Gryffindors.

"Leave them alone, act like they don't exist," muttered Hermione, pulling out her wand and bewitching the air to re-warm so she could drive a trail through the seemingly unchanged snow. Easier trails to the Greenhouses.

December is here, and with it more snow and a load of homework that would crush fifth grade.

The responsibilities of Chronos and Prefect Daphne were also more onerous after Christmas. They were called in to oversee the dismantling of the castle's decorations ("You try dismantling the bell when the annoyance is on the other side trying to be like you," Chronos said).

To babysit the first and second graders who had to spend their free time indoors because of the excruciating cold (“These brazen slugs, you know, we weren’t as rough as they were in first grade,” Corot North complained).

Kronos finally had some extra time to finish his thesis for History of Magic class. will be called out by the administrator, Mr. Filch, to patrol the corridors.

Although Chronos knew that this was not Mr. Filch's intention, but in front of senior investigator Umbridge, Mr. Filch had to ask Chronos to come out and put on a show.

"I'm really sorry, Master Chronos, for disturbing you again." Filch respectfully followed behind Chronos, and said apologetically.

Kronos just waved his hand, he is not even willing to speak now.

"Actually..." Mr. Filch stammered behind him.

"Actually what?" Kronos asked impatiently.

"Actually, Professor Umbridge has a task for you," said Mr. Filch. "He found that many students were neither studying in the auditorium nor in their respective common rooms when classes were over, so he wanted you to Let's investigate what's going on with the other prefects."