Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 355 I want to go to North America for the Christmas holiday!
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you," said Hagrid patiently. "Now, can anyone tell me why some people can see it and others can't?"

There was silence among the students, none of them raised their hands, Hermione pursed her lips, her eyes flicked back and forth between Hera and Hagrid, she wasn't sure if she should raise her hands.After all, she knew about the Thestrals in advance and did her homework. If Hagrid gave her extra points because of this, it would be unacceptable to her.

Hagrid looked at Hermione with encouraging eyes, which made her pluck up the courage to raise her hand, "Okay, tell me."

"Thestrals are only seen by those who have seen death," she said.

"By the way," said Hagrid gravely, "five points from Gryffindor, Thestrals—"

This really made Hermione ashamed, she knew that she shouldn't get these five shares, it wasn't what she deserved at all, but she had been pestering Hagrid for the past two days and learned about the Thestrals in advance from him.

"Cough cough."

Hera narrowed her eyes, looking at the figure suddenly emerging from the forest trees, "Umbridge," he murmured.

And yes, there was Umbridge, standing a few feet away from Harry, still in the green hat and cloak, clipboard in hand.Hagrid, who had never heard of Umbridge's fake cough, looked at a Thestral next to him with some concern, apparently thinking it was the sound.

After all, what was Umbridge compared to Thestrals?

At least in Hagrid's heart, Umbridge was completely incapable of being compared with Thestrals.

"Cough, cough." Umbridge coughed again, and Hagrid confirmed that it wasn't the strange noise from Thestrals.

"Oh, hello." Hagrid smiled, and he felt relieved, but Hera sat up in the armchair, looking Umbridge up and down.

"Did you get the note I sent to your cabin this morning?" Umbridge was still speaking in that irritatingly slow, loud voice, as if Hagrid was a foreigner, with a side of mental retardation - as long as she sped up her speech a little, Hagrid couldn't understand her words at all. "Say I'm coming to your class."

"Oh, got it," said Hagrid brightly. "Glad you found the place! Look - I don't know - can you see it? We're talking Thestrals today -"

"I'm sorry," Professor Umbridge said loudly, cupping his hands to his ears, frowning. "What did you say?"

Hagrid looked a little puzzled.

"Er—thestrals!" he said loudly, "mass—er—winged, you know!"

He eagerly slapped his thick arms twice.Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow at him, writing on the clipboard and reading, "By... clumsy... gestures..."

Hera squinted her eyes, and didn't speak out in a hurry. As long as there were no safety issues, even if Hagrid's class was a messy devil's net, it would only make him get a slightly lower score in the Ministry of Magic's evaluation, and it wouldn't affect anything.

After all, as long as Hagrid was still at Hogwarts, that would be good news—Hera didn't expect too much from him, who made him insist on introducing Thestrals to students instead of talking about Stingers like Professor Grampney—oh, yes, Hagrid insisted that it was no fun at all.

"Okay..." said Hagrid, turning to the students, looking a little flustered, "uh... where did I go?"

"Seems to have a...bad memory," said Umbridge, but she said it so loudly that everyone could hear them clearly.Draco smiled, almost laughing - Hera gave him a hard look, and Hermione and Harry blushed with anger.

"This is a blatant insult!" Hermione almost didn't intend to lower her voice, which was clearly heard by everyone, but Umbridge continued to write and draw on her clipboard as if she didn't hear it at all.

"Can you tell me about this—night riding?"

"It's thestrals," Hagrid corrected. He glanced uneasily at Umbridge's clipboard, but continued bravely. "Yes, I was about to tell you how the herd came to be. This—it started with just one stallion and five mares. This one is called Wuwu," he patted the first one to appear, "my favorite, the first born in this wood—"

"Did you know," interrupted Umbridge loudly, "that the Ministry of Magic has listed thestrals as 'dangerous animals'?"

Hera's heart sank. What Umbridge said was indeed true. Thestrals were indeed extremely dangerous magical creatures, but in Hagrid's hands, they were no different from ordinary horses - but in the eyes of others, it was a different matter.

In fact, in Hera's eyes, thestrals were too dangerous. If they chose to attack Hera at this moment, Hera would have no choice but to run away.Even being able to escape unscathed is already the best result.

"Thestrals are not dangerous." Hagrid forced a smile, so forced that everyone subconsciously stepped back from Hagrid - they couldn't see thestrals.Then, the girl who screamed, "There's something next to me", bumped into the Thestral's body, which made her scream again and again.

"Ahem, thestrals are not dangerous. If you really get annoyed by them, they might bite you—" Hagrid scratched Wuwu's chin, and Hera could see a puff of white air coming out of Wuwu's nose. It stamped its hooves and stared at Umbridge unkindly.

If it could be knocked out like this, Hera would willingly carry Umbridge's coffin (this is something that only elders and friends who value him very much will do).

Unfortunately, Hagrid stopped Uuu, leaving Umbridge alive.

"Show...pleasant in cruelty," Umbridge wrote again in her notebook, still complacently writing, completely unaware that Hagrid had saved her life.

"No—no!" said Hagrid, a little anxiously. "I mean, dogs still bite, don't they? Thestrals just get a bad reputation for being associated with dead people—people used to think it was bad luck, didn't they? Just ignorance, right?"

To be honest, Hera thought that Hagrid's statement was of no use, because Umbridge didn't answer him at all, she finished the last note, looked up at Hagrid, and said slowly and loudly: "Please continue to teach as usual, I want to be among the students" - she pointed to one student after another - "walk around." - she pretended to be walking, "ask a question." She pointed to her mouth again, indicating to speak.

This made Hagrid very angry, including Hera, they all thought it was an insult, maybe it would be a good choice to let Wuwu make a hole in her body, but Hagrid controlled his anger, and he didn't even say any harsh words - of course, he was always a nice guy.

Even though it's not a good thing.

Hera sat down on the armchair again, and there seemed to be no problem at present. Umbridge didn't do anything out of the ordinary. It can even be said that everything is for the quality of teaching at Hogwarts. Hagrid is simply thinking too simply on his own - but this does not mean that Hera wants Hagrid to be expelled.

"Oh, anyway," Hagrid tried to go on, "the-thestrals, yes, they have a lot of good stuff"

"Do you think you can understand Professor Hagrid's speech?" Umbridge asked a Slytherin girl, and almost didn't need to listen carefully to guess what she would say. In fact, it was similar to Hera's guess.

"I can't. Because it sounds. A lot of times. It's like purring."

Well, it managed to make Hagrid's face even redder, and the few patches of skin on his face that weren't livid were as red as the bottom of a boiling teapot, but he tried to pretend he didn't hear the girl's answer.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can help here." Hera sighed, and perhaps it was a complete failure when Hagrid insisted that he must show the students the Thestrals during class.

"Really. Alas." Hera took out her wand and tapped it on the armchair, turning it back into a huge rock, raised her cloak, and prepared to leave the Forbidden Forest.

"Hera, you're not going to look again?" Hermione asked in a low voice, Hagrid was so focused on Umbridge that he didn't notice them at all.

Hera nodded, "I'm afraid that's the case," he squinted at Hagrid, "everything is a foregone conclusion." He pointed to his feet, "I think Hagrid is likely to leave—even though he just came back."

"But Dumbledore!?" Hermione covered her mouth in disbelief, and she exclaimed in a low voice.

Hera shook his head, took a deep breath, the cold air made him shiver, "I don't think Dumbledore has the energy to do this kind of thing for the time being, he is very busy now."

Yes, even though Dumbledore was in the castle these days, Hera had no doubt that he was busy searching for any clues about the Horcrux's whereabouts, otherwise he would not have left most of the castle's affairs to Hera - even though it made Hera tired to death.

"But we can't let Hagrid leave Hogwarts, can we?" Harry asked, coming closer.

Hera pursed her lips and patted Harry's shoulder, "Don't worry, we won't agree."

This seemed to reassure Harry a lot, but the decision on the direction of this matter is not in the Order of the Phoenix, but in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, it doesn't matter whether Hera agrees or not.

"By the way, how is your little club?" Hera said, leaning down in Harry's ear at a volume only he could hear.

A smile appeared on Harry's face, "It's not bad, we will probably hold the last assembly before the holiday this week, do you want to come?"

"I'm afraid not." Hera frowned, and pointed in Umbridge's direction with her eyes. "You know, we need to help you keep an eye on Umbridge so that she won't notice your smile."

"Okay." Harry said regretfully.

"Okay, children, then I'll leave first, I can't do better here." Hera sighed, and added in a low voice, "Hagrid has screwed up everything."

"I think so," said Hermione pessimistically, covering her face.

After Hera and Hagrid waved, they returned to the castle on their own way.

December brought more snow and an avalanche of homework for the students, but this made Hera very happy, because he ate a specialty from a far eastern country—sugar cane.

And in the notebook, Leni's page also had a lot of handwriting, and Hera could assert that the "foolish witch" Dunger said was definitely her, because she couldn't wait to ask Hera to make a Portkey to the Ministry of Magic for her.

"Chenghui, two thousand Galleons." Hera brazenly quadrupled the price—before Dunge only promised him 500 Galleons.

"Black-hearted dealer, my previous seller only wanted me 1500 Galleons, how dare you ask for 2000?"

"Huh?" Hera squinted her eyes, and didn't care about a thick drop of ink dripping from the quill in her hand on the notebook. "1500 Galleons?" He murmured, "Donge, Donge, no wonder the Pig's Head Bar forbids you to enter. With your despicable character, you are definitely not suitable to appear in any transaction."

After thinking for a while, Hera leaned down and continued to write on the paper: "1500 Gold Galleons, the transaction is concluded."

"Yeah." Leni just recovered briefly, and the notebook soon became silent.

After the deal with Leni was concluded, Hera was ready to make the Portkey. He needed some materials, and now Hogwarts was missing a few of them. He needed to wait for his friend in Greece to mail them to him—it was too dangerous to use an owl, and Hogwarts was already under surveillance, but if it was mailed to Hogsmeade, the security would be greatly increased. After all, how could the guys from the Ministry of Magic think that someone would use Muggle methods?
This Christmas holiday, to be honest, Hera wants to go out and relax. He never admits that he wants to escape. He just wants to take Penello to North America to travel, to see the snow-capped mountains there, and to go skiing. I heard that there is a novelty called a computer. He is so curious.

That's what he told Dumbledore.

Dumbledore just glanced at him, and then didn't speak again. If he didn't agree, he refused.

Without Penello, Hera could only stay in the castle alone.Well, in Dumbledore's words, he was with him as a bad old man, students, and teachers.

During the weekend, Hera had been wandering around the door of the principal's office on the eighth floor early. He didn't want Umbridge to find out about the last assembly before the festival—once Umbridge came over, Hera could at least delay her for a while and find a way to notify Harry and the others.

Earlier, Harry had told Hera where they were meeting, and told him he could join them whenever he wanted - in fact, Hera was more than welcome.

"Hera!"

"Shh!" Hera put her fingers up in front of her lips, "Go in quickly, Harry and the others have been waiting for you for a long time."

(End of this chapter)