HP Approaches the Magical World

Hagrid lived up to expectations and brought in a group of Thestrals.

Although it is a bit strange to say the word "living up to expectations" in this situation, Hermione couldn't think of the right words for a while. He stretched out a hand and hid it behind his back. Here, her magic power was almost fully output, sending out the situation she was facing at this moment.

At times like this she needs some guidance.

But she still maintained her composure on the surface, at least when Hagrid asked her, she was able to raise her hand to answer the question with ease.

Then she felt the vibration of the notebook, blocked by the bodies of Harry and Ron, she quickly took out the notebook and glanced at the response on it.

Jon's response was very simple, only a few words.

"Wait and see the changes? Whose changes should we watch at this time?"

She was about to write a response to Jon, but then she heard a cough.

"Cough, cough."

Here comes Professor Umbridge.

She was standing a few feet away from Hermione, still in her green hat and cloak, clipboard in hand.

Hagrid, who had never heard of Umbridge's fake cough, looked at a Thestral next to him with some concern, apparently thinking it was the sound.

"Cough, cough."

"Oh, Hello!"

Hagrid smiled, and found the source of the strange noise.

"Did you get the note I sent to your cabin this morning?"

Umbridge still spoke as slowly and loudly as she had spoken to Hagrid the last time, as if the other person was a foreigner and mentally retarded,

"Say I'm coming to your class."

"Oh, see," said Hagrid brightly. "Glad you found the place! Look - I don't know - can you see? We're talking Thestrals today -"

"I'm sorry," Professor Umbridge said loudly, cupping his hands to his ears, frowning, "what did you say?"

Hagrid looked a little puzzled.

Hermione and the others were not puzzled at all. The students present all showed that they were very familiar with Umbridge's appearance. Every time she wanted to make things difficult, she would always look like this.

There were tears of anger in Hermione's eyes - she was actually anxious, because Umbridge was obviously walking towards this way, and she hadn't been able to quickly stuff the notebook back.

"Hare, wicked hag!"

She whispered, watching Umbridge approach Pansy Parkinson, "I know what you're up to, you ugly, perverted, vicious—"

And the things Jon took out were all guaranteed, and while feeling Hermione's emotional changes, the notebook seemed to have never appeared before, and it melted in the air, and only Hermione felt it while holding it. The feel of it reminds me that this notebook still exists.

Inspired magic permanently inscribed on the cover of this notebook made from the fur of an invisible beast.

It's just that the old witch who made Hermione nervous didn't come to them. Instead, after twisting the facts falsely, she walked out of the group of students with a smug smile.

"That evil, hypocritical, perverted ugly monster!"

Half an hour later, Hermione, who had already sorted out her emotions, said angrily, and they walked back to the castle along the path they stepped on the snow when they came.

"You see what she's trying to do? It's her half-animal trick again - she wants to make Hagrid a mentally retarded troll just because his mother's a giant, which isn't fair, actually. Not a bad one - I mean, it would be fine if it was a skelt again, but thestrals are pretty good - honestly, for Hagrid, they're pretty darn good!"

"Umbridge said they were dangerous."

"Well, like Hagrid said, they can take care of themselves."

Hermione said impatiently, "I don't think a teacher like Graplan would normally teach this before exams, but they sure are interesting, aren't they? Some see it, some don't! I wish I could."

"Really?" Harry asked quietly.

Hermione suddenly appeared terrified. Part of this terrified came from her disguise, and part of her true feelings. After all, she had been hiding herself under the appearance of nothingness recently, and her words were a little too deliberate. Just at that moment , she thought she almost let Harry find out.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry - I certainly don't want to - that's such a stupid remark."

"It's okay," Harry was not really angry at first, he said quickly, "don't worry."

"I'm surprised there are so many people who can see," said Ron, "there are three in the class..."

"Yeah, Weasley, we're wondering too."

Said a strange voice.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were walking behind them without hearing them, because the snow was so deep.

"Would you see the Quaffle better if you'd seen someone die?"

He, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed out loud, pushed past, and walked toward the castle, singing "Weasley is our king."

Ron's ears were red.

"Don't talk to them, don't talk to them."

Hermione persuaded hastily, she drew out her wand, and used the spell to generate heat, melting a path leading to the greenhouse on the untrodden snow.

As time slowly passed, winter came again.

December brings more snow and an avalanche of homework for fifth graders. As Christmas approaches, the work of Ron and Hermione's prefects becomes more and more onerous.

These days, Harry has been able to hear Ron complaining.

Because they were in charge of supervising the decoration of the castle ("You go to hang the streamers, and Peeves grabs the other end and strangles you," said Ron), and they had to watch the first and second grades stay indoors because of the cold rain between classes. students ("They've got thick skins, we definitely weren't that aggressive in first year," Ron added), and Argus Filch would take shifts patrolling the corridors, as Filch suspected that fighting at the festival might Increased ("That guy has shit in his head." Ron was still pissed).

Hermione was too busy knitting elf hats, and was anxious that she only had three left.

"Those poor elves I haven't freed yet, have to stay here for Christmas because there aren't enough hats!"

This was probably the only thing Hermione cared about besides the mission, but no one told her that those things were actually taken by Dobby himself, not because other elves needed them.

——Because Harry is the only one who knows about this, and Harry doesn't want to tell these things, he is now devoting himself to writing a paper for History of Magic class, and this is the first time since he started school Would love to leave Hogwarts for the holidays.

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