The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

When Professor Dolores-Umbridge returned to the office, the expression on his face felt like eating shit.

"What else, Patrick?" Her lips trembled and asked coldly.

It's not that Jon doesn't know what he says, and he nodded his head and waist quickly: "It's okay, Professor Umbridge... Or should I go back first?"

Umbridge didn't answer, her eyes were fixed on the wall full of cat plates.

Jon stepped back carefully, and walked to the door: "Farewell, then, Professor Umbridge."

Panic escaped from Umbridge's office, and Jon obviously noticed the strange appearance of this senior Hogwarts investigator... He didn't want to be shocked by the aftermath under the opponent's rage.

At the last glance after leaving here, Jon noticed that Umbridge was packing things... He took all her documents, luggage and cat trays into the suitcase with a magic wand...

"This is too miserable!" Jon murmured secretly.

...

Professor Newt Scamander moved to the Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts on the fourth floor.

Umbridge, who moved out, was planning to find a classroom or office in the castle and live in first... But Professor Minerva McGonagall told her regretfully that every office or classroom in the castle had their own Purpose: No way, no empty room can be made in a short time.

At the moment when Professor McGonagall was rejected, the expression on Umbridge's face seemed to be overwhelmed at any time.

Finally, the poor Professor Umbridge had to learn from the previous Mad-Eye Moody and set up a tent outside the castle.

Of course, there are not many sympathetic students like Jon at Hogwarts.

Most of the students were secretly making fun of Umbridge.

Gryffindor’s Weasley brothers and Lee Jordan even secretly threw a few large dung eggs into Umbridge’s tent. The picture was so beautiful that it couldn’t be seen...

...

The course taught by Newt Scamander, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, is naturally very popular.

It's a pity that Jon's next Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be on Friday two days later.

But on Thursday morning, there is a lesson to protect magical animals.

For the returning Professor Ruber Hagrid, most of the students are still looking forward to it... After all, they have had enough. Previously, every class in Umbridge was like a repeater, teaching them how to deal with werewolves and horsemen. , Half-orcs like murlocs.

On Thursday morning, Hogwarts had the first light snow of the semester, and the entire castle became white.

Jon and the others were all wrapped up tightly, and they came to Hagrid's cabin again after more than two months.

The students of Gryffindor came earlier than them.

Students like Ginny Weasley who had a good relationship with Hagrid had a worried look on their faces... Obviously, they were worried that Umbridge, who had become irritated, would anger Hagrid.

After all, the senior investigator at Hogwarts had never concealed his aversion and discrimination against a hybrid giant like Hagrid.

But to everyone's surprise, until the class bell rang, Dolores Umbridge did not appear in the class of magical animals protection.

...

With the ringing of the class bell, Jon saw the big Professor Hagrid, carrying a few large cardboard boxes, walking towards this side; his annoying hound "Ya Ya" was not following him. Stop barking lightly.

"Come here...Come and take a look!" Hagrid said enthusiastically.

Despite the enthusiasm in his words, Hagrid seemed to be in a worse state than yesterday morning.

His hair was messy, with blood clots on it, his left eye was swollen into a seam, blue and purple, his face and hands were bruised, and some were still bleeding. In addition, he was very careful in his actions. Looking at this, it is very likely that a rib was broken...

"What's the matter with you, Hagrid?" Ginny Weasley asked with a look of concern.

"It's nothing... I fell... I fell last night..." Hagrid hesitated and changed the subject: "The content of today's lesson is very, very interesting... Come and see!"

Jon walked in and looked into the box, only to find that there were many fluffy black guys inside: they had long noses and flat front paws, like shovel, very strange.

These little moles, fluffy little guys, raised their heads and blinked at the classmates. Facing the attention of so many people, they seemed a little confused.

"These are..." Hagrid seemed satisfied with their curious expressions.

"It's sniffing!" Astoria exclaimed with surprise: "Professor Hagrid, where did you get it?"

"Hey... it's not me." Hagrid smiled and touched his head: "Professor Scamander raised him. He asked me to help him take care of these little guys. Then I asked him if he could bring them to class. After the students study, Professor Scamander agreed to me..."

"Usually you can see it in the mines. They like shiny things..." Hagrid continued.

Jon heard Astoria whisper and explain to Selwyn over there: "Sniffs are very, very rare magical animals. I didn't expect to see them in class."

Tiffany Selwyn glanced slightly at the little mole-like creatures in the cardboard box.

Then, a Sniff suddenly leaped up. It looked like it wanted to bite off the watch on Selwyn's wrist. Selwyn backed away screaming in fright.

"However, this also means that if left unattended indoors, they are likely to cause serious damage; but in general, sniffing does not cause harm to people, they are very gentle magical creatures..."

"If you want to get close to sniffing, you have to take off all the shiny things on your body..."

Some bold students are already taking off jewelry such as bracelets, watches or necklaces, and are beginning to get close to the sniffers.

Jon thought for a while, then took another look at the iron ring in his hand, and decided to take a few steps back.

It would be embarrassing if someone sniffed and swallowed his own iron ring.

...

While the other students were watching and sniffing, Hagrid strode to Jon's side.

"Hey, boy, have we met in Boothbarton?" Hagrid asked quickly, "What is your name?"

"Yes, Professor Hagrid, my name is Patrick, Christopher Patrick!" Jon said quickly.

"Unexpectedly, you really came to Hogwarts, Patrick, that's great!" Hagrid patted Jon's shoulder enthusiastically, and almost shot half of Jon's body into the snow... m.