HP Magic Biography

On the second day, everyone got up very late.

The Gryffindor room fell silent, and the listless conversation was interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Hermione's hair was messed up like grass again. She explained to Fan Lin that she had used a lot of fast-acting smoothing agent in order to attend the prom, but it would be too troublesome if she did it every day. She pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear as she spoke.

Fan Lin didn't think it was a big deal, Hermione was still the familiar Hermione, the girl with messy hair who would worry about house elves.

Hagrid's matter didn't seem to be exposed, which made Fan Lin heaved a sigh of relief, at least to say, there was nothing bad about it.

Sirius is coming back, before the second mission.

His own apparition was also on the agenda, and he had to prepare more things, so he naturally ignored Hagrid's affairs.

Seeing that February 24th was approaching day by day, Harry couldn't find any clues from the golden egg.

Whenever he entered the dormitory, he took the golden egg out of the large leather case and opened it, looking at it intently, hoping that there would be some clues. he

I tried to think about whether there were other sounds besides these thirty musical sounds, but I couldn't hear anything. Helpless, he had no choice but to close the egg, shake it vigorously, and then open it again, trying to find out the change in the sound.

He also tried to question the golden egg aloud, crying and shouting, but it didn't help at all.

He even throws eggs around the house, though he doesn't hope it will help in the slightest.

Fan Lin was very happy to help Harry, but Harry didn't want to do this, he still wanted to try it himself.

Cedric also gave him a hint to take the golden egg and take a bath.

But Harry didn't want to listen to him. Since he had to say something, be direct, like he told Cedric about the dragon, and, he hated Cedric, he was just a boy holding Qiu's hand in school. asshole.

Before you know it, the new semester is here again.

Harry went to school with a heavy load of books, parchment, and pens on his back, as usual, but the problem of the egg still haunted him, weighing down on him like the books and papers.

The snow on the ground is still very thick, and the windows of the greenhouse are all covered with a layer of water vapor. Looking out from the herbal medicine room, nothing can be seen.

Instead of paying attention to the subject of protection of magical creatures, Ron paid attention to the weather.

When they got to Hagrid's hut, they saw an old hag with bushy hair and a protruding jaw standing at the front door of the hut.

As they trudged toward her in the snow, the woman yelled, Come on, the bell rang five minutes ago.

Who are you? said Ron, glaring at her. Where's Hagrid?

I'm Professor Granby Punk, she said briefly, and I'm temporarily teaching you about the protection of magical animals.

Where's Hagrid? Hermione repeated aloud.

He's not feeling well, Granby said. Professor Punk said. A nasty laugh reached Hermione, and he turned to see Draco Malfoy and the other Slytherin students approaching.

Seeing Professor Granby Punk, they were not surprised at all, but looked very happy.

This way. Granby said. Professor Punk led them around the paddock. There were a few Beauxbatons shivering. The four of them followed her, looking back at Hagrid's cabin.

All the shades of the cabin were drawn. Is Hagrid in there? Is he sick or is he alone in there?

What Fan Lin was worried about still happened. He must have missed some news, otherwise Hagrid wouldn't have reacted like this.

Abandoned those rune horses, and also gave up teaching work.

What's wrong with Hagrid? Harry caught up with Professor Granby Punk and asked.

Never mind that, she said, looking as if she found Harry annoying.

I'll take care of it.

said Harry eagerly. What's the matter with him? Pretending not to hear, Professor Granby Punk led them through the small paddock where the rune horses were huddling together for warmth under a tree at the edge of the woods.

Under another tree was a beautiful unicorn tethered.

When the girls saw the unicorn, they all went whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, how pretty it is! murmured Lavender Brown. How did she get the unicorn! They're hard to catch, you know!

The unicorn was so white that the surrounding snow looked gray against it. It trampled the ground nervously with its golden hooves, its horned head relentlessly tossing from side to side.

Boys back! yelled Professor Granby Punk, reaching out and grabbing Harry. “Unicorns like women to touch them, girls step up and be small. Come on, take it easy.”

She and the girls approached the unicorn slowly, leaving a group of boys standing by the fence of the paddock to stare. It was at this point that Harry turned to Ron and said, What do you suppose happened to him? You don't think it was a Wreck--?

Oh, he wasn't attacked, not like you think, Malfoy said softly. He's just too ashamed of his big, ugly face to show up.

What does that mean? Harry said sharply.

Malfoy reached into his smock pocket and pulled out a folded newspaper clipping. Look at this, he said, I don't want to tell you, Potter... He smiled smugly.

Harry took the paper and opened it to read. Van Lin, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville all looked over. This was an article with a photo, in which Hagrid looked cunning.

Dumbledore made a big mistake, special correspondent Rita. Skeeter reports - Hogwarts, a school of magical talent whose eccentric headmaster Albus Dumbledore has never been afraid to hire some controversial staff. In September of this year, he hired the notorious Magic Eye Moody as a professor of anti-black magic class. This decision surprised the wizarding world, because everyone knows that Moody has such a habit: as long as he is present, no matter who suddenly If you move around, he will attack that person.

However, when he first accepted the professorship, Magic Eye Modi seemed responsible and approachable.

Hagrid, the school teacher who once admitted to being expelled from his student days to the third year, got a position early on with the offer of Headmaster Dumbledore.

However, last year, Hagrid took advantage of the headmaster's influence to obtain the post of professor of Conservation of Magical Animals, completely ignoring the many more qualified applicants at that time.

With his newly acquired rights and his menacing appearance, Hagrid used monsters to scare his students one after another.

So far, multiple students have admitted that Hagrid disabled many of their classmates while in class. And Dumbledore turned a blind eye to these situations.

I was once attacked by a Hippiegly baboon, my friend Wesson. Crabbe was bitten hard by a Furbud. Draco Malfoy.

Says a fourth grader, We hated Hagrid, but we were all too scared of him to say anything.

Hagrid wasn't about to stop his intimidation campaign. Instead, in a conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted to keeping flame-tailed snails, a highly dangerous creature that falls somewhere between a praying mantis and a fire crab.

Breeding of new breeds is undoubtedly carried out under the strict supervision of the school department to ensure the control and regulation of marquee animals.

However, Hagrid seemed to think he could override these controls. I'm just interested in it, he said, and quickly changed the subject.

As if this wasn't enough to prove that Hagrid wasn't a pure-blood wizard, the Daily Prophet is now releasing more and more evidence to expose Hagrid. He's not a wizard, not even a real person.

His mother, we can say with refusal, was nothing more than a giant named Fliurfa, and no one knew her whereabouts.

These bloodthirsty, brutal giants are now endangered due to civil wars in the last century. The rest are anonymous, the thugs responsible for their massacres during the tyranny.

Many giants who served 'the one' were killed by the Aurors, but Flioufa was not among them. She may have fled to other mountains and joined other groups of giants.

However, judging from Hagrid's violent behavior in teaching, it seems that this son of Flioufa has inherited her cruel nature. Hagrid, on the other hand, was close friends with the author of You Know Who's Down. In this way, he found an umbrella for his mother's hiding. Maybe Harry. Potter was unaware of this unpleasant fact about his giant friend. — but it was Albus Dumbledore's responsibility to make sure Harry. Potter and the other students understood the dangers of being with the half-giant.

Harry looked up at Ron and Van Lin after reading, and Harry noticed that Ron's mouth was open.

How did she find it? Ron whispered. But that wasn't Harry's concern.

We all hate Hagrid, what do you mean? Harry spat at Malfoy. Then pointing to Carat, he said, Look at these rubbish - bitten by a Furboot! They don't even have teeth.

Carat smiled idiotically, obviously, he was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Great, I think that's the end of the idiot's teaching career. Malfoy said with twinkling eyes. Half-giants - I reckon he drank a bottle of Scrooge when he was young. No parent would Like this, they will be worried that he ate their baby lol...”

Are you paying attention? Professor Granby Punk's voice came over. The girls are now all around the unicorn petting it. Harry's hand was shaking even with the paper, and he turned to look at the unicorn, but he couldn't actually see anything.

And Professor Granby Punk was counting the magic of unicorns aloud so the boys could hear too.

I hope she'll stay and teach us, that woman, said Paviti Patti, as the children returned to the castle for lunch after class. Classes should have corresponding animals, such as unicorns, not monsters.

What about Hagrid? said Harry angrily.

He? said Paviti stiffly. He can go on being his gamekeeper, can't he?

Paviti had been cold to Harry since the ball. He thought he should have taken care of her more, but she looked like she was having a good time, too. She was also gleefully telling people how she had arranged a date with the Durmstrang boy next weekend.

It was a really good class, said Hermione. They walked into the hall. Until Professor Granby Punk told me, I didn't know anything about the Unicorn...

Look at this, interrupted Harry, holding the article under her nose. Hermione read the article, and she had the same reaction as Ron.

How did that dreadful Skeeter know? You don't think Hagrid told her that?

No. Harry walked to the table and plopped down on the chair angrily. He didn't tell us that he told her, did he? I guess she must have been mad because Hagrid refused to tell her about me, so she went to search Hagrid's information to get back at him.

Maybe she overheard his conversation with Madam Maxim at the ball. Fan Lin said calmly.

That's impossible, she can't come to school anymore. Hagrid says the Headmaster has banned her... said Harry.

But we really haven't seen Rita Skeeter anywhere. Hermione said, Or did we not find it?

I can be sure that there was no one around at that time. Fan Lin said, From the reaction the next day, it seems that there is no second person who knows Hagrid's identity except us, otherwise This kind of news can break out in an instant.”

Fan Lin frowned, Besides, Madam Maxim will not let such a thing break out, if someone from Beauxbatons hears it, then don't worry about it...

Then how did this news break out? Hermione asked, The Disillusionment Curse?

Unless I hide the past very early, otherwise, I can't find it...

That's not necessarily true? Ron said in a low voice.

No one would be so bored as to deliberately eavesdrop on these news, Fan Lin glared at Ron.

Then there are two other possibilities, the invisibility cloak and the Animagus...

Shouldn't Animagus be registered with the Ministry of Magic, Rita is a reporter, she should be...

So, for convenience, if she masters the Animagus, wouldn't it be of greater help to her career, of course, there is also the invisibility cloak, but that possibility is less, the invisibility cloak is easy It turns out she couldn't have gotten a cloak like Harry's when the teachers were on patrol...