Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 352 The Three Little Ones and Umbridge Behind
"That's right, children, the green-blooded man in front of you is the Hagrid you've missed for a long time." Hera covered her mouth and smiled. The main reason is that Hagrid's current appearance is too funny, and there is simply too much difference from his usual friendly and approachable image.

"Oh, boys, I hope I didn't scare you." Hagrid scratched the back of his head, trying to wink at Harry, but it made him gasp in pain.

"Hagrid, what's the matter with you?" Hermione frowned and asked, in fact, not only her, but Harry and Ron included them all frowned. "Hagrid, have you been attacked?"

"I don't think I'm fine, I'm fine!" Hagrid said hurriedly. He closed the door and drew all the curtains quickly, but Hermione and the others still looked at him in horror.

It is normal for them to be afraid and frightened.Hagrid's hair was messed up, and it even had blood clots on it, which didn't seem like it was okay.It just made them worry badly.Not to mention, green dragon blood was still dripping on his face.

"Hagrid, what's that on your face—I mean, we all want to know why you put that green stuff on your face, we all know your blood is red." Harry asked, pointing to a line of blood that ran down Hagrid's cheek.

Hagrid returned to his seat very carefully, very carefully, for fear of tearing his rib wound, he patted the traveling cloak on the back of the chair nonchalantly, "Ha, it's nothing, it's just dragon's blood, they have an analgesic effect."

"So, can you tell us what happened to you?" Harry asked.

Hera tapped the table with her knuckles to attract their attention, "Children, do you want some hot tea? You must!?"

"Oh well." Harry murmured, but they all looked at Hagrid concerned, worried.

Hera quickly took three cups from the cupboard, put them on the table, and poured them tea, but they were clearly absent-minded, eager to know what had happened to Hagrid.

"Did the giant hit you, Hagrid?" Hermione asked softly.

Hagrid let go of his hand, and the dragon croak slid onto his chest.Hera also shook her hand pouring the tea, and spilled it directly on the table beside her.

"Giant?" Hagrid grabbed the dragonflesh before it slid down the belt and reapplied it to his face. "Who said giant? Who did you talk to, who told you - who told me - Hera!"

"It's not me, definitely not me." Hera quickly shook her head and denied, but it has to be said that Hagrid is really not good at keeping secrets. Now the three little wizards can confirm that Hagrid's injuries were caused by giants.

"." Hagrid pursed his lips, lowered his head, and Hera sighed, feeling even more helpless—isn't this still telling Harry what Hagrid did to them?

"We guessed it." Hermione said apologetically, dispelling Hera's suspicion at the same time.

"Oh, really?" Hera looked at her sternly, "Who told you, tell me, it was Dumbledore?"

"We guessed." Hermione stared into Hera's eyes, and Ron muttered, "Obviously." Harry nodded too.

Hera glared at them, while Hagrid snorted and threw the dragon meat on the table, "I've never seen a kid your age know so many things that he shouldn't know," he muttered, "I'm not complimenting you."

"This is obviously not a compliment. You'd better not be complacent about it." Hera said very seriously, "Some people call this—just inquire, meddle in other people's business. The more you know, the more dangerous you are. This has been a truth since ancient times."

"But we're in danger now, aren't we?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Hera was at a loss for words for a while, and finally she could only nod helplessly, and sat back on her seat.

"This is by no means what you should know. This is absolute confidentiality." Hagrid said. "I can't tell you that even my job can't cover this responsibility."

"That's right, Hagrid can't tell even if he loses his job." Hera nodded in agreement.

"Have you gone to find the giant?" Harry asked with a smile at the table.

Hagrid's beard twitched, "Well, it's gone." He muttered.

Hera slapped himself on the face, didn't Hagrid agree not to say anything?

"Found them?" Hermione asked breathlessly, they seemed to have forgotten Hera who was just beside her.

Hera knocked heavily on the table with her palm, making a sound like knocking on the door. "Children, I think this is absolutely not news that you should know. Now you'd better go back to the warm dormitory instead of spying on our secrets here."

"Tell us! It's not that difficult, Harry should know this." Ron muttered and lowered his head, he was still a little apprehensive facing Hera.

"Don't worry." Hagrid said, "I will let them know as appropriate, and I will never tell them the real secret."

"It's best to be like this." Hera sat with her shoulders on the side, and Hagrid insisted that he had nothing to do, and the more he obstructed, the easier it would be to arouse the little wizard's curiosity, so it's better to disclose some information appropriately.

If you really want to keep a secret, then don't reveal a word, because the moment you do, the bad guys will pry all the secrets out of your mouth. —by Hera Lestrange

In the following time, Hera's jaw dropped completely in shock. He even thought that Hagrid would reveal a lot of news, but he didn't expect Hagrid to be so exaggerated—he almost told everything, including the experience during this period, and he didn't even miss the matter of Madam Maxim.

Of course, when Hagrid mentioned Olim, the eyes of Ron and Harry became interesting. They both knew about the matter between Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime, and their eyes were particularly connotative, which made Hagrid a little embarrassed, but he quickly skipped that topic.

"I'm afraid we can't talk like this anymore." Hera said quickly. He stood up abruptly, walked to the window, and carefully opened a gap. "I just saw a glimmer of light."

"Someone's coming, put on your cloaks," said Hagrid quickly, "Quick!"

"Get in!" Harry hurriedly grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and put it on himself and Hermione, and Ron also ran over and got into the Invisibility Cloak.The three of them retreated into a corner crowded together.Fang Ya barked at the door.

Hera threw the teacup on the table into the trash can almost immediately, not intending to let anyone discover that there were five people in the room before.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Hera walked to the door and gently opened the door. It was Umbridge.

Also, besides her, who else would be so annoying?
"Oh, Lestrange," said Umbridge grandly, as she stood in the doorway, wearing her green tweed cloak and a hat of the same color with flaps.She pursed her lips and leaned back so she could see Hagrid's face, not even reaching his belly button.

"Professor Umbridge, what are you doing here?" Hera never suspected that Umbridge was malicious, and that she came here with good intentions.

"So," she said slowly and loudly, "you're meeting him privately here, and he's Hagrid, isn't it?"

"Pay attention to your wording, Umbridge." Hera said angrily, what is a private meeting?

They are aboveboard chatting together, okay?

Even with the curtains drawn.

Barely waiting for Hagrid to answer, she walked into the room, toad-like eyeballs rolling wildly.

"Go away." She waved her leather bag and shouted at Fang Fang, because it jumped up to her and wanted to lick her face.

"Er - I don't want to be rude," Hagrid stared at her, then at Hera, "but who are you anyway?"

"Umbridge, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor arranged by the Ministry of Magic at Hogwarts." Hera said quickly, while winking at Hagrid, "You know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Oh." Hagrid laughed almost quickly, "I think I get it, Professor Umbridge, it looks like you need to protect yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." Hera said slowly, he just hoped that Umbridge would leave quickly and leave time for him and Hagrid to catch up.

Umbridge soon stopped worrying about this point. In fact, she also understood what Hagrid meant, but she didn't believe in breaking curses at all. Even when the Dark Lord was gone, would his curse still work?
The previous professors were all because they were not capable enough.

"I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now—"

"Oh, we see." Hagrid laughed, which Umbridge thought she had been insulted.

"—and Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor," Umbridge said angrily.

"What's that?" Hagrid asked, frowning.

"That means that she has the power to do anything wrong in the school." Hera said humorously with her head down, which made Hagrid's face a lot ugly.

"I'm not going to be like some guys who haven't been certified by the Ministry of Magic and dare to blatantly violate the regulations of the Ministry of Magic." Umbridge said viciously, and she glared at Hera.

Hera also smiled angrily, pointing at Umbridge's big toad-like nose and said, "I won't draft documents in the middle of the night, just to arrest an innocent wizard early the next morning, just because he hopes to improve the actual combat ability of Hogwarts students."

"Then why don't you hold it in school?"

"Would you agree?"

"Obviously, no, it's too dangerous."

"The result is obvious." Hera spread her hands, "We have nothing to talk about."

"Hmph, don't get carried away, Lestrange, you'd better know who you're talking to right now," Umbridge said angrily.

Hera shrugged, "Of course I know, Ms. Umbridge, the Senior Undersecretary responsible to the Minister of Magic. In fact, I have never been able to connect you with Hogwarts. Even your original position was replaced by Richfar."

"You—!" Umbridge seemed to have been stepped on her tail, and she jumped up from the floor.

Hera patted Hagrid's stomach with a smile, which made Hagrid gasp, "It seems we've reached something really painful."

"Hmph, I don't want to waste my words with you, you're just being stubborn." Umbridge's facial features twisted together, and she was obviously blown away.

It had been a while since Hera had bothered Umbridge, and she must have missed that feeling.

"I heard voices just now, Hagrid, what's going on?" Umbridge whispered, her chest was heaving violently, it was obviously a great effort to calm down and ask Hagrid, but she had already made up her mind to ignore Hera.

"I was talking to Hera," Hagrid replied.

"There are three sets of footprints in the snow, from the castle to your cottage." Umbridge's voice was unrecognizable, terribly flat - perhaps Hera was so angry that she couldn't speak with that smooth emphasis.

Fang sniffed at the hem of Umbridge's robes, pulling them up to her waist in disgust, which made her look ridiculous.

Hera heard a burst of laughter from where Harry and the three of them were hiding, and in order to cover them up, Hera had to laugh.

It made Hera look pretty silly too.

"Oh, I just got back," said Hagrid, waving a big hand at the knapsack. "Maybe someone else was here besides Hera, and I didn't see it."

"Your hut brow leaves no footprints."

"I don't know." Hagrid pulled his beard nervously, and Hera replied for him. "Actually, it was me. I came here before Hagrid came back. When I went back, I deliberately walked backwards because the wind was too strong."

"I didn't ask you, Mr. Lestrange." Umbridge waved her hand impatiently, and she turned and walked from one end of the room to the other, inspecting carefully.She bent down to look under the bed, opened Hagrid's cupboard, and after examining the cauldron in which Hagrid was cooking, she turned and asked, "What's the matter with you? What's the matter with these injuries?"

Hagrid quickly took the dragon meat off his face, which Hera thought was a mistake, because the bruises around Hagrid's eyes were exposed, not to mention the blood and gore on his face.

"We just practiced, didn't we, Hagrid?" Hera said, and Hagrid nodded cooperatively. "Yeah, that's it."

"So," Umbridge said slowly, "you don't understand why I won't let you start a dueling club? You want students to look like this?"

"Oh, I'm sure I won't be so serious about my students." Hera said nonsense seriously, and even Umbridge knew he was lying, so she couldn't do anything about Hera for a while.

"Where have you been?" Umbridge interrupted Hera's nonsense coldly.

"Where am I going...?" Hagrid was taken aback.

"Yes, it's been more than two months since school started, and your class has been taken by another teacher. My colleagues don't even know where you are going. You didn't leave your address. Where did you go?"

After a moment of silence, Hagrid glared at him with his new eyes, and Hera could almost hear his brain whirling wildly, but there was no doubt that his reasons must be horribly lame.

so.
"He has gone to France with Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons. They are on their honeymoon. We all know that."

(End of this chapter)