Chapter 872 The Injured Hedwig

In fact, Ron should have sworn a second ago that Umbridge is a conscientious person and will definitely come to Professor Binns to learn about the history of magic.

But he was wrong. When they entered the classroom, there was only one teacher in front of them...Professor Binns, floating one foot above the chair as usual, was about to continue teaching a monotonous and long and cumbersome lecture. Giant War.

Fanlin felt a little disappointed. He still overestimated Umbridge's determination, but coming to inspect a ghost professor's course seemed to be a thankless task.

Harry looked even more disappointed, playing with gold coins in his hand. If he hadn't been unable to speak loudly in class, perhaps the experimental effect would have been good, but now Harry didn't even want to try to follow Binns' lecture ideas today. He doodled on his parchment idly, ignoring Hao Min's frequent glares and pushes at him, until a clear sting in his ribs annoyed him, and he raised his head.

"What?"

Hermione pointed to the window, and Harry looked around and saw Hedwig perched on the narrow edge of the window, staring at him through the thick glass, with a letter tied to her leg.

Harry really couldn't understand it. They had just had breakfast together. Why on earth didn't it deliver the letter at that time as usual? Many of his classmates also recognized it.

"Oh, I've always liked that owl, she's so beautiful," Harry heard Lina sigh to Lavender. He glanced at Professor Binns who was still reading his notes. The professor didn't seem to notice that he was paying less attention than usual in the class.

Harry quietly left his seat, curled up, and quickly crossed the rows of seats in the classroom to the window. He slid the hook and slowly opened it.

He wanted Hedwig to stretch out her foot so he could take the letter and fly it back to the Owl Room. But by then the window had been opened wide enough, so Hedwig wished she could fly in, and she cried lonely.

Harry hurriedly closed the window, glanced at the professor uneasily, curled up again, put Hedwig on his shoulders, quickly returned to his seat, transferred it to his lap, and untied it from his legs letters. Only then did he suddenly notice that Hedwig's feathers were strangely curled; some were upside down, and one of her wings was drooping.

"It's hurt!" Harry whispered, bending his head closer to it. Hermione and Fanlin leaned closer; Hermione even lowered her quill.

"Look, there's something wrong with her wings here." Hedwig trembled, and when Harry touched her wings, she couldn't help but jump slightly. All Hedwig's feathers stood up and she looked at him reproachfully.

"Professor Binns," Harry said loudly, and everyone in the classroom turned to look at him, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

Professor Binns looked away from his notes and looked at Harry in surprise, only to find, as usual, a room full of people.

"Feeling uncomfortable?" he repeated vaguely.

"I feel bad all over." Harry hid Hedwig behind his back and took a determined step forward. "I think I need to rush to the hospital quickly."

"Yes," Professor Binns said, obviously at a loss, "Yes, yes, rush to the hospital quickly, okay, you can go, then..."

Before Professor Binns finished speaking, Harry left quickly.

As soon as he left the classroom, Harry put Hedwig on his shoulders again and hurriedly walked along the corridor. He didn't stop to think until he was out of sight of Professor Binns.

His first choice for treating Hedwig is of course Hagrid, but since he doesn't know where Hagrid is now, his only remaining option is to seek help from Professor Graplan. He peered out of the window into the dreary, windy land, and there would be no sign of her near Hagrid's hut anyway; if she wasn't teaching now, she would probably be in the research office.

Harry walked downstairs, Hedwig swaying weakly on his shoulder, letting out weak wails from time to time.

There are stone beast decorations embedded on both sides of the door of the teaching and research room. As Harry neared the door, one of the Stone Beasts croaked, "You should be in class right now, little one."

"This is an emergency," Harry said simply.

"Oh, it's an emergency, isn't it?" said another stone beast in a sharp tone. "Well, that makes us do our jobs, doesn't it?"

Harry knocked on the door, he heard footsteps, the door opened, and he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

"You are not sentenced to another confinement!" Professor McGonagall said immediately, her square glasses shining with warning.

"I promise, no, Professor!" Harry defended himself hastily.

"Okay, so why aren't you in your own class?"

"Obviously, it's because of something urgent," the second stone beast said with his ugly face.

"I'm looking for Professor Grupplan," Harry explained. "This is my owl, and it's injured."

"Injured Owl, huh?" Professor Grapeland appeared behind Professor McGonagall, holding a pipe in one hand and a Daily Prophet in the other.

"Yes." Harry carefully lifted Hedwig on his shoulder. "It appeared behind the other delivery owls, and its wings became very weird. Look."

Professor Grubbly-Plan clenched the pipe tightly between his teeth, then took Hedwig from Harry as Professor McGonagall watched.

"Well," said Grapeland, her pipe swinging back and forth as she spoke, "it looks like it was hit by something. It's hard to imagine what could hurt it like that. Of course the devil bird would. He often hunts birds, but Hagrid has trained them well at Hogwarts not to provoke owls."

Harry didn't want to know or care what a demon bird was, he just wanted to know whether Hedwig could recover.

But Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with keen eyes and asked, "Do you know how far this owl has flown, Potter?"

"Well," said Harry, "about as far as London, I suppose."

Harry glanced at her quickly, and when he saw her eyebrows tightening, he knew that she had figured out that "London" actually meant knowing about Sirius...

So whether Sirius revealed the information to him becomes a question worthy of discussion.

"Recovery fluid, number twelve." Professor Grapeland took out a monocle from her robe, put it into her eye, and examined Hedwig's wings up close.

"I can restore it quickly if you leave it to me," Professor Graplan said, "but she can't fly too far these days."

"Well, okay, thank you." Harry said, and at this moment, the break bell rang.

"No problem," Professor Grapeland said gruffly, and then returned to the teaching and research office.

"Wait a minute, Graplan!" Professor McGonagall shouted hurriedly: "Potter's letter!"

"Oh, yes!" said Harry, who had almost forgotten the scroll in Hedwig's lap.

Grapeland handed the letter to Harry, and then disappeared from the teaching and research room with Hedwig.

Hedwig stared at Harry before disappearing, as if she couldn't believe he would leave her like this.

Harry felt a little guilty. He was about to leave, but was called back by Professor McGonagall.

"Potter!"

"Yes, Professor?"

She glanced up and down the hallway, students coming out in both directions.

"Remember," she whispered quickly, looking at the scroll in his hand, "the communication channel between Hogwarts and the outside world will be well guarded. Will you do this?"

"I..." Harry was about to reply, but students were already swarming in the corridor. Professor McGonagall nodded to him and retreated to the teaching and research office. Harry was left to be swept into the hospital by the bustling crowd. (To be continued)