Chapter 900 (1/2)

On Sunday morning, Hermione trudged to Hagrid's hut in two feet of snow.

Harry and Ron wanted to go together, but their accumulated homework reached an alarming level, so they reluctantly stayed in the lounge, trying to ignore the cheers outside. Only van Lin and Hermione went together.

In fact, students are enjoying the pleasure of skating and sledding on the frozen river; what's more annoying is that they use magic to make snowballs constantly fly up to Gryffindor tower and hit the windows heavily.

”What a nuisance!” Ron yelled, finally lost patience, put his head out of the window, ”I'm a prefect, another snowball hit the window - ouch!”

He immediately turned back, his face covered with snow.

”It's Fred and George,” Ron complained, slamming the window behind him. ”Asshole...”

Hermione and vaseline came back from Hagrid's cabin just before lunch, trembling slightly, wet below the knees of their robes.

”How about it?” When she came in, Ron looked up and asked, ”have you planned all his classes?”

”Anyway, I tried,” she replied stiffly, plumping into the chair next to Harry. She drew out her wand and waved it in a complicated way, and a burst of heat came from the end of the wand; she pointed the wand to the robe, which gradually dried up with the evaporation of water vapor.

”When van Lin and I arrived, he wasn't at all. I knocked on the door for at least half an hour before I saw him clumsily come out of the forest --”

Harry groaned, ”the creatures in the forbidden forest are likely to be the reason for Hagrid's dismissal.”

”What did he keep in it? Did he say that? ” Harry asked.

”No,” Hermione replied dejectedly. ”He said he wanted to make them a surprise. I tried to explain Umbridge to him, but he just didn't understand. He always said that no normal person would want to learn amoeba and not learn to spit fire Monsters - Oh, I don't think he'll really get one. ”

Seeing Harry and Ron's startled expressions, Hermione added, ”from what he said about the difficulty of getting eggs, he didn't have to try. I don't know how many times I've told him that he'd better follow graplan's course plan, but frankly I don't think he's even heard half of what I said. You know, he's in a weird state right now. He still refuses to say why he suffered so many injuries, but Van Lin said it was Hagrid's wish. I guess it might be his brother... ”

At breakfast the next day, Hagrid's appearance at the teacher's desk was not warmly welcomed by all the students.

Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, ran between the tables of Gryffindor and huffpaff, and rushed forward, clutching Hagrid's big hand; others, like Susan and Clare, exchanged a gloomy look and shook their heads.

Harry knew that many of his classmates preferred professor grabland's class. The worst thing was that there was a small but unbiased part of his mind. He knew that they had a reasonable reason: grapram's concept of an interesting class was that no one in the class was in danger of losing his head.

On Tuesday, worried about Hagrid, Harry, Ron, van Lin and Hermione went to Hagrid, wrapped up in a thick blanket, to fight the cold.

Harry was worried about not only what Hagrid decided to teach them, but also the performance of the rest of his classmates, especially the Malfoys, if Umbridge was present.

However, the supreme prosecutor did not show up unexpectedly, as they struggled through the snow to Hagrid, who was standing on the edge of the Forest waiting for them.