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I don't like Hagrid as a professor. If I had to give him a score for his teaching work, I would give him six out of ten at most. Five of the six points are due to the fact that he has a good relationship with his mother. Added family affection - I heard from my mother that Professor Hagrid hugged me when I was a child. Of course, I looked dazed. It was not until I was several feet away from the ground that I realized that it was not a giant teddy bear in front of me and started crying Struggling to get back into my mother's arms.

Talking about elders (although Professor Hagrid doesn't seem to mind this, and has a relationship with Potter and the others as ordinary friends) is inappropriate behavior, but it must be admitted that even Potter and his group must admit that compared to the students who have learned What, Professor Hagrid is more infatuated with those strange things he got from who knows where, this can be seen from the "Monster Book of Monsters" that has bitten a lot of people before the school started.

Draco also said that Hagrid once tried to raise a dragon, but it was so ridiculous that only Crabbe and Goyle would go back to him with a smirk, no matter how vividly he said it, and he made Potter into In this story, it is said that when Potter and Miss Granger went to the Astronomy Tower in the first grade, they were caught by Professor McGonagall because of the dragon.

Naturally, this is all a story he made up to cover up the fact that he violated the school rules and deducted fifty points from Slytherin. Sometimes I think that Draco may have a talent in novel writing that he didn't realize. He spoke so truthfully that maybe Professor Lockhart before his amnesia could fight him.

Draco hasn't bothered with Longbottom lately, we've all tacitly refrained from mentioning the unpleasant days leading up to Christmas, and I haven't commented on the greeting card he's tucked into his tuxedo robes.

Instead, he asked me in an "I'm just asking by the way" tone after returning to school, why I was given a broomstick care kit this year instead of books related to potions like last year and the year before.

"Ah, I knew you wouldn't need it." I scratched my head, "Then I'll give you the potions book next year."

He was writing a history of magic homework at the time, his brows were frowned because of the tedious homework, and he looked impatient when he looked up at me: "Alice Snape, is that what I just said?"

"I really don't understand—you can understand the winding steps in the potions book, but you can't understand the simplest—words." He became more irritable because he accidentally poked the textbook, and lowered his voice He turned his head and muttered a few unpleasant words.

I chose this gift after listening to Miss Brown’s words. Before the holiday, many girls got together and murmured what to give to whom this year, and calculated what they could receive. She looked at the Christmas shopping list recommended by the Daily Prophet and said, she I want to give Black a broom care set.

"For Merlin's sake," Patil told her, "Lavender, it's not Valentine's Day."

"But boys will love this kind of gift, and the basic price is very reasonable—"

I was fighting with Draco over the Longbottom thing, but I have to admit that I still cherish the few friends I have at Hogwarts, even though he only played with me to learn from my potions homework and more nonchalant smiles from my dad.

My pocket money is only enough to buy the basic model, and the moment I sent it, I already thought that this kind of thing in Draco's house can be used for fun, and there is a high probability that he will mock me at the beginning of school.

"But I really don't need this kind of basic suit," he said, but his tone was not as sharp as I thought.

"I don't need what you gave me." I shrugged. "I don't have any occasions where I need to wear a dress robe."

"It will," he narrowed his eyes, "and soon, Alice, only I can't tell you now."

He obviously wanted to show off how proud he was of knowing something that others didn't, but unfortunately we had already reached Professor Hagrid's cabin, it was a bit late, and there were already a lot of Gryffindors standing there and Slytherin.

"First lesson after Christmas!" Professor Hagrid looked very happy, and once again he ignored the shock and bewilderment of all the students at the sight of the huge animal face behind him, which lasted for several minutes. I suspect that he always interprets our scared expressions as excitement and eagerness to try.

"The Hippogriff!" He waved his hand and pointed behind him, "It's very beautiful, isn't it?"

A few Gryffindors echoed him.And when he suggested that everyone stand closer and observe, almost everyone took a step back in unison—only the Potter trio and Miss Granger remained in place.Draco let out a sneer not far from me, obviously in his eyes it was Potter's time to show off again.

"The hippogriff is a proud magical creature—"

"It's so stupid, the big fool with the big bird." When Hagrid tried to explain the hippogriff named Buckbeak to us, Draco chose not to listen as usual, Turned around and started complaining to Crabbe and Goyle in haughty tones from Professor Dumbledore to Hagrid's big drooling dog.It wouldn't make much difference if he didn't listen to this class before, after all Hagrid didn't know what he was doing most of the time.

But to be honest, although this Hippogriff looked scary at first glance, many girls would like to retreat directly to the bushes to cover themselves tightly, but when Potter stood up Well, after following Hagrid's instructions and approaching that "Buckbeak" step by step, it didn't seem strange anymore, and even bowed its head in return, which was quite docile.

"I think its fur should be very comfortable to the touch." After Potter hugged Buckbeak's neck with great effort, I heard Miss Brown mutter, "But I will definitely not go near it."

When Buckbeak flew up with Potter, the whole Gryffindor burst into cheers. After its wings were fully opened, the light-colored feathers reflected the holy light in the afterglow of the setting sun, which reminded me of my childhood. The pegasus mentioned in those good night stories.

"Do you think that if a dementor comes over this time, Potter will fall into the lake in fright?" Many people were waving to Potter in the air, and I heard Draco behind me talking. At first I thought He was talking to Crabbe and Goyle again, or Miss Parkinson, after all, he was with Slytherin when Gryffindor and Slytherin were in class together.

Not being able to find trouble with Longbottom undoubtedly made Draco feel unhappy, and Draco Malfoy never intended to suffer these unhappiness by himself. His way of dealing with it was to find trouble with other people. good goal.I turned around and found that he was standing behind me at some point, following my gaze to Buckbeak who was gliding on the lake.

"Don't make jokes about this kind of thing." The existence of the dementor instantly made me think of my mother who had gone to the Albanian forest for several days without any news, and I felt that my stomach began to writhe uncomfortably again, " It's not something funny."

Draco narrowed his eyes, showing a subtle expression as if he smelled something bad.

Potter's success dispelled many Gryffindors' doubts. Many people began to line up under Hagrid's command. Although many timid girls said they dare not ride, they bowed from a distance and then Watching Buckbeak return the salute seemed pretty good too.

"Going to line up?" I came back to my senses, and I felt that I had just said something wrong. Draco might think I was speaking for Potter, but when I asked, I found that there was only a smile on my face not far from me. Longbottom with a hesitant expression, Miss Brown and Miss Patil are trying their best to prevent him from getting close to Buckbeak, the reason is that in the divination class just now he was divined out of death again.

"I knew it, this beast isn't dangerous at all." Draco swaggered past the crowd and walked directly to the Hippogriff without knowing why. "If Potter can do it, it means anyone can do it—I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you, you ugly, stupid big fool?"

"If you piss it off, it's probably the last thing you'll do." What Hagrid had said earlier popped into my head, but I had barely huddled forward when I heard it He uttered a short scream, and the crowd became confused in an instant.

"Back! Back!" Miss Granger's voice was quickly drowned out by all kinds of voices one after another. Instead, she was pushed by the flustered others. I grabbed her sleeve to keep her from falling fall.Hagrid stood in front of the angry Buckbeak. Through the gap of countless people, I saw Draco curled up on the grass, but I couldn't see where he was injured.It wasn't until Hagrid lifted Draco up from the ground like a chicken that I saw that blood was falling from a deep wound on his arm to the ground, and Miss Pansy Parkinson let out a shriek. Shouting—for a split second, it made people think that she was also attacked by Buckbeak.

Miss Parkinson was crying so hard that the Slytherins were now divided into two groups, the boys and Gryffindors were arguing over whether it was Hagrid's fault or Draco's fault, and the girls gathered around Miss Parkinson to tell She handed out handkerchiefs and tissues, and they didn't join the boys until Miss Parkinson stamped her feet and said she was going to see how Draco was doing.

"He—will he be all right?" I heard Longbottom hesitantly say, he was still staring at the blood-stained grass on the ground, and his face was a little pale.

"Madame Pomfrey will definitely be cured."

"Madame Pomfrey can be cured in an instant."

I looked up at Potter, who looked back at me, and described to Longbottom several wounds he'd seen in the school hospital that were far worse than Draco's arm.Needless to say, there was nothing wrong with what he said.It was strange that he wasn't on the front line against Slytherin, and it was hard to say who had a worse complexion than Longbottom.

"They're not going to fire Hagrid, are they?" Miss Granger looked anxious, she kept wringing her fingers, "It's all Malfoy's fault—"

"Who knows how he's going to confuse the school board group with exaggeration," said Ron Weasley sharply. "They better not just listen to Malfoy's side. We can all testify that he provoked Buck first." Piccolo's."

It was not yet the expected end of get out of class time, but the gathered crowd began to disperse in twos and threes. Gryffindor and Slytherin never lacked in quarrels, and they always felt that they were the winners in the quarrels.

At dinner, Draco was not seen at the Slytherin table, only Crabbe and Goyle were telling the story of his injury to others, each time the version was different, and the matching actions were also different. exaggerate.I don't have much appetite, and I feel full after just a few bites of toast.

"Miss Snape."

When I just walked out of the auditorium and didn't know whether to go back to the Gryffindor lounge or the library, I heard Crabbe's voice. He and Goyle finally ended the performance at some point. Walking towards me with a bulky body.

It's a struggle to understand what Crabbe and Goyle are saying, since most of the time they just have to smirk and nod to Draco's every punctuation mark.

The Potter trio also came out of the Great Hall, and Black threw an undisguised look of disgust at the three of us, they seemed to be discussing something, and quickly whispered something to the Gryffindor lounge go over there.

"He needs to spend the night in the school hospital?" I asked Crabbe, frowning in confusion. "He's injured so badly—are the hippogriff's claws poisonous? Even if they were, Madam Pomfrey would have found them." Papa or Professor Sprout helped, but I saw them at supper and it didn't look like they needed to intervene."

"We just thought," the two of them tossed and said only one thing, "as friends you should visit."

I didn't want to go, and Miss Parkinson wasn't at the Slytherin table, she must still be in the hospital hospital - I don't really want to share a room with Miss Parkinson unnecessarily, probably because every The first time Draco said this to her and then turned to greet me, her expression made me think I was a thief-if there was a day when Draco really had a "Pansy Parker" hanging around his neck. "Privately owned by Jinsen" sign, I will definitely stay away, Merlin, her expression is really unpleasant.

"If I don't go, are you going to keep blocking me?" After a few minutes of stalemate, I became a little impatient.

Goyle actually nodded at me.

"He asked you two to come to me?" I folded my arms and looked at the two big men.

Crabbe nodded to me, Goyle gave him a jab with the elbow, and they shook their heads at me together.

"I see, I remembered, there is dad's homework to be handed in tomorrow - I will go back and get it before I go." I nodded to them, "I will go, let me go back and get the homework he needs to see first, May I?"