Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 354 Something Seems Beside Me! ! !
Obviously, Hermione had failed, and Hera had failed as well. They hadn't persuaded Hagrid to give up his horrible idea. The only thing that had changed was that they had known in advance what dangerous magical creatures they would see in Care of Fantastic Beasts. It was undeniable that it was difficult to find more terrifying animals than thestrals - at least in England.

Hermione wanted to tell Hagrid several times that it would be more beneficial to use Professor Graplan's teaching method, but Hagrid really went in one ear and out the other, and he didn't take it to heart at all.He didn't even listen at all, because he kept saying that no one in their right mind would give up working on thorns for Chimeras--fortunately, Hagrid didn't have Chimeras.

But Hagrid tried, he tried to get Chimera eggs, but even Hera didn't give him an accurate message.You must know that Hera is not only in the reselling business. Compared with reselling, smuggling is Hera's business.

"I hope you can show up in the castle every morning, okay?" Hera said before they left, "It's better not to make us worry about you anymore."

"I'll think about it," said Hagrid, getting up from the bed, eager to see his Thestrals, whom he hadn't seen for some time.

Hagrid reappeared at the staff table at breakfast the next day, and not all the students responded enthusiastically, with cheers from the Weasley twins and others—though Hera suspected they simply missed Hagrid's night watch days, when they could always sneak into the Forbidden Forest.And now Hera didn't give them any chance at all.

They rushed down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, taking Hagrid's huge hand and shaking it.Others exchanged gloomy glances with each other and shook their heads.They clearly prefer Graplan's course.

To make matters worse, Hera also felt that it would be more appropriate for Graplan to continue to be the teacher of the protection of magical creatures class. At least the interesting courses in Graplan's concept would never have any content that someone would get their head ripped off.

Hera sighed, probably the only thing he could do was help Hagrid while he was in class, lest he be expelled after his first class back at school—maybe in Azkaban—which was what really mattered.

Those Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban may have been so fanatical when they heard the news of Voldemort's resurrection. If Hagrid went in at this time, I'm afraid he would become their first medal of merit before their comeback.This is definitely not what Hera wants to see.

So, on Tuesday, Hera went to Hagrid's class in tight clothes, and he followed Harry and the others. The fifth grade students were the first batch of Haigrid's class.Harry looked very panicked all the way, as if he was terrified of thestrals.

In fact, he did need fear, he needed awe, and thestrals were not friendly creatures, even if they were trained by Hogwarts to pull carriages, it by no means meant that they were not threatening.

Hera was also worried about other people, such as Draco Malfoy, who was said to have had a 'fight' with Buckbeak, which ended with Draco being forced to spend the night in the school hospital.Hera had to prevent Draco from dying in Hagrid's class, so that Hagrid was thrown straight into Azkaban.

That was an extremely likely thing to happen, after all Draco was always so cheap.

But when Hera walked toward Hagrid who was waiting on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, she didn't see Umbridge. This was a strange thing, but it was disturbing.

Hagrid's appearance was still so worrying. The purple scars on his face before now showed a yellow-green color, as if dragon's blood had soaked into the wounds, and some wounds were still bleeding.As if to make him look more creepy, Hagrid was still carrying half a dead cow on his shoulders.

If that was his purpose, he accomplished it perfectly.

Hera followed the students to Hagrid, but Hera moved aside a little to avoid Hagrid mistaking them for students. After all, the fifth grade students were already 16 years old, and they were already about the same height as Hera, close to 180cm.

"Just pretend I don't exist." Hera pursed her lips and said to Hagrid.

Hagrid nodded, then turned to the students, "Takeaway is here for class today!" He was very happy, and turned his head to the dark forest behind him, "The forest is a bit dense! But they like darkness"

"What likes the dark?" Hera heard Malfoy ask Crabbe and Goyle sharply, with a tinge of fear in his voice, "What does he say likes the dark—did you hear that?"

"If you don't want to go to class, you can go back and ask Professor Snape to apply for an exemption from listening. I don't think he will be stingy." Hera said to them. He was hoping that Draco and the others would go back to the underground classroom. No matter what trouble they caused in the school, wouldn't Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix pay the bill in the end?

Draco shrank his neck resentfully, and said nothing.

"Ready?" said Hagrid, glancing briskly at the class. "Okay. I've saved a field trip to the woods for your fifth grade, and I want you to see how these creatures live in their natural environment. We're going to The study creatures are so rare that I think I may be the only one in all of England who has tamed them—"

There was no problem with what he said, but it made Draco even more frightened. He wondered if Hagrid was talking big, which made all the students start to panic, even Harry, Hermione, and Ron couldn't help but worry.

Even though they thought it was funny to see Draco make a fool of himself, that didn't mean they were willing to face a horde of horrific magical creatures - the kind that could snap their heads off at any moment.

But this displeased Hagrid very much, "Of course I'm tamed," he frowned, and lifted the dead bull on his shoulders upwards.

"And what's with your face?" Malfoy asked.

"It's none of your business!" Hagrid said angrily. "Now if you're done asking stupid questions, come with me!"

Hera sighed helplessly, and followed Hagrid towards the forest. To be honest, he strongly disagreed with Hagrid taking the students to the Forbidden Forest, even if it was on the edge.

But Hagrid paid no attention to what Hera and Hermione said.

They strode into the forest, and no one seemed willing to follow Hagrid except Hera.Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who sighed and nodded.So the three took the lead and followed behind Hagrid and Hera.

After walking for about 10 minutes, I came to a place with dense forests and as dark as dusk, and there was not a single snow on the ground.Dr. Hagrid knocked the half cow down on the ground, and Hera quickly took two steps back to prevent the cow's blood from splashing on his cloak. Hera wasn't sure that the self-ironing warm cloak could clean the blood, which was definitely one of the most difficult stains to clean.

The students, compared to Hera, seemed much more nervous. After all, they were just students, and many of them had never even entered the Forbidden Forest. After all, not everyone enjoyed breaking into the Forbidden Forest every day like the Weasley twins. Most of their students obeyed the school's regulations honestly, and resolutely never stepped into the Forbidden Forest.

Therefore, they were overly nervous now, many of them used tree trunks as cover, looked around nervously, and approached Hagrid and Hera cautiously, as if they were guarding against being attacked at any time.

If Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive, he must be very relieved - at least he taught students to 'stay alert'.

"Relax, children." Hera clapped her hands encouragingly, "Hagrid and I are here, and we will protect you."

"Yes, come closer, come closer." Hagrid followed suit, kicking the dead cow on the ground. "Now, they will be attracted by the smell of meat, but I still have to call them because they like to hear it's me."

Now the student's face turned paler, and he would be attracted by the smell of meat. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't be a kind magical creature—it was definitely an extremely ferocious magical creature.

Hagrid turned, shook his head to shake the hair from his face, and let out a strange, high-pitched cry that echoed in the dark woods like the cry of a giant bird.No one laughed, and most of them seemed too scared to make a sound.

Hera also held the wand nervously. According to Hagrid, as long as you don't provoke them, they will not attack humans, but there will always be accidents, right?
Hera must ensure that this class can end normally, and all the little wizards return to the castle one by one.

Hagrid yelled again, and a minute passed, and everyone was peering around nervously, not knowing what would happen.It wasn't until Hagrid threw back his hair and expanded his broad chest for the third time that Hera caught sight of a pair of bright white eyes in the dark between two thick yew trees.

The white eyeballs gradually enlarged over there, followed by a dragon-like face, neck, body with bare bones, and a huge, winged thestral emerged from the darkness.It looked at Hera for a few seconds, flicked its long black tail, then lowered its head and started tearing at the dead cow with its fangs.

It seemed that it was much more interested in the dead cow than in Hera.

A few students—well, only Harry was relieved in fact, Longbottom had closed his eyes early and passed out, falling on the shoulders of the students beside him.

"Well, it looks like it was definitely a mistake for Hagrid to ask Thestrals to serve as the lecture content for the first class." Hera thought in his heart, he could only hope that Neville would wake up as soon as possible, after all, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be unrelated - if he was always like this before class ended, Hera would consider taking him to Madam Pomfrey.

However, there were also many students who looked towards the forest in great confusion. They were still curious, why did Hagrid stop barking?

They obviously can't see thestrals, or they haven't grasped the meaning of death, but this is a bit too demanding for students, isn't it?

Most of the students looked around with confused and nervous expressions, but they couldn't see the dark horse standing a few feet away.Besides Harry, someone else seemed to have seen it: a thin Slytherin boy behind Goyle was watching thestrals eating meat with a very disgusted expression on his face; as for Neville, he was also awake.At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the long black tail that kept flicking.

"Oh, here comes another one!" Hagrid said proudly, and a second Thestral appeared from the forest, folded its leathery wings, lowered its head and greedily ate raw meat, "Now... anyone who sees it, raise your hand."

Hera hugged her shoulders, turned a huge rock into a comfortable armchair, and sat quietly listening to Hagrid's class. This was not a very difficult task. Hera only needed to ensure that the class would not develop in an extremely dangerous direction—maybe it was not so easy in Hagrid's class.

When Hagrid asked who could see thestrals, only Harry raised his hand, the Slytherin boy and Neville didn't raise their hands, they seemed to be still watching, not sure if their ability to see thestrals was something that needed to be kept secret.

The dead cows on the ground must be extremely terrifying in the eyes of the vast majority of students. After all, watching them peel off their bones and disappear into the air piece by piece with the naked eye, it looks absolutely weird.

"What?" A girl screamed. They all noticed something abnormal about the dead cow. It was magical, but also terrifying.

"What's eating it?"

Many students screamed at this moment. They retreated behind the nearest tree and asked loudly in fear.

"Oh, thestrals." Hagrid said proudly. Not many people showed happy expressions, but Hagrid continued on his own, "There are a lot of them here at Hogwarts. Now, who knows—?"

"But they're very, very unlucky!" interjected a girl, looking horrified, "and bring all sorts of terrible misfortunes to whoever sees them, Professor Trelawney told me once—"

"No, no, that's just superstition." Hagrid said the 'bad things' about Professor Trelawney unscrupulously. In fact, it wasn't really bad things, it was just a negation of divination.However, if Professor Trelawney was here, even if she knew she couldn't beat Hagrid, she would rush up to fight him.

Hera hugged her shoulders. To be honest, the thermal cloak kept heating up his lower back, making him drowsy, even if it was in the Forbidden Forest.

"They're clever and useful. There's not much to do with this group, of course, except for pulling the school carriage, unless Dumbledore's going away and doesn't want to Apparate—there's another pair, see—"

Hera managed to keep her spirits up and raised her eyelids. Sure enough, just as Hagrid said, another pair of Thestrals appeared, and even brushed past the girl who screamed just now—she trembled all over with fright!

"Help me, I feel like there is something, it's right next to me!"

(End of this chapter)