HP Magic Biography

In fact, because of Hagrid's solitary tone, and because they didn't have to keep an eye on Glop, Harry had decided to put on a good show in his Protection of Magical Creatures exam on Tuesday to keep Hagrid from going.

However, Hagrid's teaching was as unreliable as ever.

Practical exams took place in the afternoon on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where students were asked to spot shapeshifters among a dozen hedgehogs (they coaxed them by giving them milk in turn: shapeshifters are highly vigilant , its hedgehog-like bristles have many magical uses, usually they are very violent, and will be very poisonous to anything they see); then properly demonstrate how to handle a Bowtruckle; Feed and bathe fire crabs in case of severe burns, followed by multiple choice questions to choose from a wide range of foods that should be given to sick unicorns.

Well, in fact, Harry just didn’t understand why he had to bathe those flaming guys. In Fan Lin’s words, high temperature is the most perfect sterilization...

Well, bacteria...

Harry could see Hagrid looking anxiously through the window of his cottage. When Harry's examiner, a plump, slightly undersized witch, smiled at him and told him he could go, Harry gave Hagrid a quick thumbs up in front of the castle.

The astronomy theory test was held on Wednesday morning, and it went smoothly. Harry wasn't sure he'd got all the moons of Jupiter right, but at least he was confident it wouldn't be too bad.

They had to wait until evening to test their practical skills in astronomy; so the afternoon was replaced by divination. Even if Harry's Divination had always been poor, this exam was absolutely abysmal.

He might as well look at the moving image in the blank crystal ball; because when he was testing the knowledge of tea, he felt his head was missing, and he predicted that Professor Marchbank would soon meet a fat, ignorant, wet Strangers, and the icing on the cake was that he completely confused the life line and the wisdom line in her palm, and informed her that she should have died last Tuesday.

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Cursing the death of a professor is probably the worst answer of all.

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Well, we usually always have a failing grade, said Ron despondently, as they made their way up the marble stairs. He just told him how he told his examiner he saw in his crystal ball an ugly monster with a tumor on his nose and only when he looked up did he realize it was his examiner in the crystal ball reflection, which made Harry feel a little better.

We shouldn't have taken this stupid subject in the first place, said Harry. despite this,

At least we can ditch it now.

Yes, said Harry, we don't have to pretend we care what happens when Jupiter and Uranus meet.

And from now on, I won't care if my tea leaves mean death, Ron, death—I just threw them all back in the box they belonged in. Harry smiled, which was something he'd always dreamed of. However, when Qiu passed by, Harry still became cautious.

How did you do in the exam?

I think it's okay... Cho said cheerfully, and both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like we'll have our zodiac chart soon before dinner.

When Harry points to the astronomy tower, they find that it is a perfect starry sky without clouds. The ground was sprinkled with a layer of silver moonlight, and there was a slight chill in the night sky. Each of them set up his or her telescope, and when Professor Marchbank gave the order, they all began to fill in the constellation diagrams they had been sent.

Professors Marchbank and Sinistra wandered among them, watching to see if they had found the right places for the stars and planets they should be looking at.

Except for the rustling of parchment, everything is so harmonious. Occasionally, there is the sound of a telescope adjusting its angle, and the sound of a quill pen capitalizing a close-up. Half an hour passed, and then an hour, and the golden light that had been flickering from the castle windows above the small platform gradually dimmed and disappeared.

Yet when Harry had finished the Orion constellation on his parchment, the front of the castle suddenly opened below where Harry was standing, so that the light that leaked through made a narrow path of light across the lawn.

This made Harry very curious. Strictly speaking, normally there would be no such interference.

As Harry made some adjustments with the adjusters of his telescope, he glanced down and saw five or six elongated shadows moving across the lawn before the door closed and the lawn was as dark as the sea again . Harry pulled his eyes back into his telescope and refocused it, now for Venus.

He stared at his constellation chart to determine the position of the planets, but something was disturbing him; he paused his quill on the parchment, and he squinted at the shadows on the ground to see half a dozen figures in the lawn. If they hadn't moved, the moonlight would not have shone on their heads, and it would have been impossible to tell which way they came from.

At such a distance, Harry couldn't see too lightly, but Harry still felt something faintly.

The only people who can do this are the people Fudge sent to replace Umbridge. Poor Umbridge is still detained in the tribe.

Just as Harry was distracted, someone coughed behind him, and he remembered that he was still in the exam.

He had completely forgotten where Venus was. Pressing his eyes to the binoculars, and just as he spotted Venus again on his constellation chart, he heard distant knocking echoing through the deserted field, followed by a large dog feeding with cloth. muffled voice. He raised his head, his heart beating violently.

There was light in Hagrid's window, and his silhouette showed that he thought of fighting the men crouching on the lawn. When the door opened, he clearly saw six figures flashing in quickly. The door closed again and there was silence.

Harry felt very uneasy. He glanced around to see if Ron had noticed what he was seeing, but then Professor Marchbank walked up to him, as if Harry was peeking at someone else's work. Harry sloppily filled out his constellation chart and then looked curiously at the railing of Hagrid's hut, pretending to add something.

The silhouette of the window of the hut is constantly moving, and the lights are flickering. He could feel Professor Marchbank's eyes on his neck and he forced his eyes to turn to his telescope again, staring intently at the moon, which he'd marked an hour earlier. As Professor Marchbank continued on, he heard a roar from the direction of the cabin, echoing through the darkness to the top of the Astronomy Tower.

Several people around Harry turned their binoculars away and stared in the direction of Hagrid's cabin. Professor Sinistra coughed dryly again.

Concentrate now, boys and girls, he said softly. Most returned to their binoculars. Harry looked to the left to see Ron staring blankly at Hagrid's cabin.

Hmm - due in twenty minutes, said Professor Sinistra.

Ron came to his senses now, and immediately turned his attention back to his horoscope; Harry looked down at his phone and noticed that he had mistakenly put Venus on the chart for Mars. He hastily corrected it.

There was a loud bang on the field. Several people shouted: Ouch!

They were all too eager to see what was going on below and poked themselves in the face with the end of their binoculars. Hagrid's door was flung open, and by the light leaking from the hut they could clearly see a burly figure growling and pumping his fists, entangled by six people, all of them, shooting through them in his direction. With the slightest sign of the red light, they seemed to be trying to stun him.

Some timid girls let out a burst of screams, but this only resulted in Professor Sinistra's indignation.

Honey! Professor Sinistra said indignantly, This is an exam!

But no one cared a bit about their horoscope anymore. The red light was still emanating from Hagrid's cabin, but for no reason, they seemed to be testing him.

Hagrid was still standing straight, and Harry tried to see the battle as clearly as possible. Echoes of capitulation and shouting echoed across the field; a man shouted; Be sensible, Hagrid!

Hagrid growled; Damn reason, you don't want to just take me away, Davash!

Harry could vaguely see the blurred outline of Fang, trying to help Hagrid, jumping around those wizards until he was hit by a stun spell and fell to the ground. With a furious growl, Hagrid grabbed the man off the ground and threw him, who seemed to fly ten meters away and never got up again.

Harry turned to look at Ron and saw him looking at him too, his expression terrified. No one had ever seen Hagrid blow that much.

Look! shrieked Parvati, leaning on the railing and pointing to the ground floor of the castle where the front door opened again; more light leaked into the dark lawn, and a long black shadow was now passing through lawn.

Now, really! Professor Sinistra said anxiously, You know! Only ten minutes left!

But no one was paying attention to him: they were watching the man run towards the field next to Hagrid's hut.

How dare you! The figure shouted while running, How dare you!

That's Mag! Someone whispered, this figure is too recognizable

Keep him! I said stay! Professor McGonagall's voice pierced the darkness. How could you attack him in this place? He didn't do anything, there was no reason—

Both Parvadi and Lavender screamed. About four of the figures in the cabin hit Professor McGonagall. On the way from the castle to the cottage the red light hit her all together, and for a moment she seemed to glow a terrible red, and then at once she fell on her back and did not move again.

A bunch of beasts! cried Professor Sinista, who now seemed to have completely forgotten about the exam. No warning! Barbarism!

Coward! Hagrid roared; his voice came clearly to the top of the tower, and several lights inside the castle came on, Reddu Coward! Do this—this—

Hagrid gave the nearest attackers two solid blows in anger; it looked like they were over in no time, they had already passed out. Seeing Hagrid fall, Harry thought he was finally overwhelmed by a spell, but instead, Hagrid stood up immediately, suddenly with a sack on his back.

Then Harry realized Fang was on his shoulders.

Get him, get him! screamed one of the Ministry's men, but the rest of the help seemed reluctant to do so within the reach of Hagrid's fist; indeed, he backed away so quickly that He tripped over one of his unconscious colleagues and fell.

Hagrid had already started turning around with Fangs on his neck and running fast. The others cast a final Stunning Spell behind him but missed, and then Hagrid, racing out of the gate at full speed, disappeared into the night.

There was a long silence as everyone looked at the venue with their mouths open. Then Professor Sinistra said feebly, Well, big guy, there's still five minutes to go.

Although Harry's paper was only two-thirds filled, he desperately wanted the exam to be over. When he was finally done, Ron forced their binoculars back into their master's hands and rushed down the spiral staircase.

None of the students went to bed; they were all talking loudly and excitedly at the bottom of the stairs about what they had witnessed.

Oh shit, how could they do that, Umbridge isn't back yet.

Fudge is worried about everyone. Harry tried to think in Fan Lin's way, but it still couldn't stop his anger.

She's clearly trying to avoid a situation like Professor Trelawney's, said Ernie MacMillan wisely, pushing to join them.

Hagrid did a good job, didn't he? said Ron, looking deeply frightened. How did those spells bounce off him?

That's because of his giant blood. Harry said reluctantly. It's very difficult to stun a giant. They are like trolls. They are really strong. But poor Professor McGonagall was hit by four stunning spells. Hit in the chest and she sure isn't young anymore, is she?

Terrible, terrible Ernie said, not knowing how to describe it, he could only shake his hand helplessly, Okay, I'm going to sleep. Good night everyone.

The people around them also walked away, but they were still talking excitedly about what they had just seen.

At least they didn't take Hagrid to Azkaban, said Ron. I think he went to meet Dumbledore, didn't he?

Maybe...he will do it, but Professor McGonagall... Harry was a little annoyed, he really wanted to pull out his wand and rush down from the observatory.

Oh, this is horrible, I really thought Dumbledore would be back soon, but now we've lost Hagrid again. They walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room to find it was full. The commotion outside the venue had been quelled by several people who had rushed to revive their friend.

Seamus and Dean had gone ahead of Harry and Ron and had told everyone what they had seen and heard from the top of the Astronomy Tower.

But why is Hagrid carrying a bag now? Angelina Jackson asked, shaking her head, He's not like Trelawney, he taught better this year than in previous years!

Just like Umbridge, people in the Ministry of Magic don't trust half-humans. Colin said, Fan Lin told me that because of bloodlines, many half-bloods have no status in the Ministry of Magic, and... ...

And what?

Dumbledore...

Dumbledore is wanted, and Hagrid is a staunch supporter...

All of a sudden everyone fell silent. The team they were discussing should have brought Fan Lin and Hermione with them, and they were standing...

Well, and they think Hagrid put the Boggart in their office... Katie Bell went on.

Oh, man, Lee Jordan said, covering his mouth, I put the Boggarts in her office. Fred and George left me a pair before they left; I've let them float in their windows.

Anyway, they fired him, said Dean. He was so close to Dumbledore.

That's true, said Harry, sinking into a chair beside Ron.

I just hope Professor McGonagall is okay, Lavender said sadly. They took her back to the castle and we watched them go through the windows of the dormitory.

Colin Clivey said, She doesn't look good.

Madame Pomfrey will cure her. Alicias Pinnet said firmly, She has never failed.

Harry felt wide awake when the common room emptied out at four in the morning; images of Hagrid running off into the dark kept coming to his mind; he was so angry at the Ministry that he couldn't think of anything The punishment is worthy of them.