Chapter 394: Professor Hagrid Is Back

( ) By the time Hermione came out of the Room of Requirement, a long time had passed.

The corridor outside was still so dark that her body could not be seen, quietly engulfing her figure; the rain outside the castle seemed to have grown a lot unconsciously, covering up the sound of her quickly leaving footsteps thoughtfully.

However, she is not the only one who takes care of such a "gentle" rainy night.

When Hermione was groping in the dark again and sneaking back to the dormitory by the same route, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed out of the window at the end of the corridor again, illuminating a hidden corner behind her.

There, a figure that covered the whole body in a hooded cloak flashed away.

The figure stood motionless, its entire face hidden in the shadow of the hood. Looking at the appearance of standing still with the head slightly tilted, it seemed to be listening to the distance Hermione left.

"Boom—"

Another explosion resounded from the clouds, passing through the barriers of the storm curtain, and reaching the ears of everyone who was still awake.

After confirming that Hermione had gone far away, the figure moved. I saw him walking lightly, and took a few steps to the place where the door of the Room of Requirement disappeared, and stretched out his hand to touch it a little.

As one can see, it is indeed just a white wall, without leaving the slightest trace.

The figure seemed unwilling to give up, not only imitating what Hermione did before, but walked back and forth a few times around the area, and even pulled out his wand to examine the wall carefully, but he still didn't get anything.

In the end, the man seemed to give up. After staring at the direction Hermione left and pondering for a moment, he left in a hurry.

But the man didn't notice that while he was following Hermione all the way, someone was also quietly following behind him. When he looked around and turned the corner, there was another thoughtful figure in the corridor.

...

Hagrid is back.

Yes, because his injuries all over his face and buttocks have completely healed, so he can finally come back to teach everyone.

In the early morning of the next day, when the little wizards walked into the chilly auditorium one after another, they found that there was a big and conspicuous figure on the teaching staff.

Many Gryffindor students like Hagrid very much.

Although his Care of Magical Creatures class has always been a little... you know... a little exciting, don't the lion cubs of Gryffindor House take a bite of it?

Just like the two twins Fred and George, and their iron buddies Lee and the others cheered and rushed to Hagrid, grabbing his big, thick hand again and again.

Of course, there are not very few children who like Hagrid, but to be honest, there are really not many. Leaving aside those Slytherins who had always rejected him, even in Gryffindor House, where the voices of support accounted for the majority, there were still a few who seemed unwilling.

By the way, all of them are girls.

Like Parvati, Lavender, etc., when seeing Hagrid's figure, they immediately exchanged a few glances with a depressed face, and their mood was not very beautiful.

In this regard, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the three "hardcore supporters" of Hagrid, actually couldn't understand the thoughts of those who silently opposed it.

Because when Hagrid was away, Professor Graplan, who came to replace him, did teach more popularly-at least Graplan would not find those magical animals full of violent factors as everyone's subjects.

After all, how many people would be willing to take the risk of being bitten off their necks by "teaching aids" to attend lectures?

Care of Fantastic Creatures has always been taught in both Houses, Gryffindor with Slytherin and Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff.

Last night, it rained heavily all night, from small to heavy, and then from heavy to small, until it finally stopped reluctantly when the sky was about to dawn.

So today it was wet everywhere outside, and even the remaining temperature in the air seemed to have been washed away by the heavy rain last night. As the cold wind kept blowing, everyone couldn't help shrinking their necks.

The three of Harry and the other students walked together on the flagstone path among the lawns. They were wrapped tightly up and down, but they still didn't feel much warmth.

In the crowd, Hermione hid half of her face in the scarf, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she couldn't help yawning as she walked.

It seemed that even though it was so cold around her, it still couldn't dispel her sleepiness caused by lack of sleep.

When she sneaked back to the dormitory last night, it was not very late at all, but when she got under the covers and tried to fall asleep as soon as possible, she found that her mind was full of everything she saw in the Room of Requirement.

With the turmoil and depression in her heart, she stared at her eyes until before dawn before falling asleep.

"...What do you think Hagrid will prepare for us later?" Ron looked excited.

"Well, who knows?" Harry shook his head and said, "I just hope he can try his best to restrain himself, after all, everyone is quite tense during this time, but it's best not to cause any trouble."

"Yes!" Ron heard the words, and the excitement on his face was slightly suppressed, "I see Aurors in school from time to time these days, I saw them early today... I don't know if they are Still running around all night!"

"Not at all." "Not at night."

Harry and Hermione dismissed Ron's guess almost simultaneously.

"Huh?" Ron asked strangely, "How do you know?"

"It's the Marauder's Map," Harry said in a low voice.

"Oh, so—" Ron nodded, and looked at Hermione again, "What about you, Hermione? How do you know?"

"Me?" Hermione just woke up from the daze, but regretted her subconscious answer just now, "Well... Actually, I came out once last night."

"Come out, outside?" Ron asked in surprise, "Did it rain a lot last night?"

"Hush—quiet!" Hermione said angrily, "Didn't come outside the castle, just in the corridor—I went to check the training ground we're going to use soon."

"Why didn't you call me? And... You actually violated the school rules on your own initiative. It's really... Did you go somewhere else? I can't believe you just went to see the venue!" Ron complained dissatisfied up.

"Shut up!" Hermione said angrily, "Believe it or not..."

It didn't take long before they came to the class place without knowing it.

According to the old Umbridge, today was Hagrid's first class after returning, and she must have arrived early with a disgusting smile on her face.

But as Harry and the others saw, Hagrid was the only one standing on the wet grass, and there was no sign of the old woman in the surrounding open space or the nearby woods.

It seems that Maca has indeed done it, but how did he do it, Hermione and others are still unwilling to draw conclusions privately. Although they don't mind if it's the Imperius Curse, if not, that's the best answer.

"We have class here today!" Hagrid happily pointed to the woods behind him, "It's often dark in the woods, and they don't like bright places very much."

Yes, he does look very happy, but one thing is really not suitable, because he still has "half" of a bloody dead cow on his shoulders.

Malfoy, standing among the Slytherin crowd, looked a little nervous.

Of course, he wasn't dizzy or something, at least he wasn't afraid of a dead cow. He remembered the only night he stepped into the Forbidden Forest a long time ago, where he saw a man who was eating the blood of a unicorn, which left a rather large shadow in his heart.

After that, he stayed away from the forest all the time, and never wanted to go in again.

"Malfoy, what's wrong?" Sokas asked calmly.

"Uh... no, nothing." Malfoy shook his head with a grim expression.

"Are you all ready?" Hagrid glanced at the young wizards of the two houses with a happy smile on his face, "Okay, then... I have designed a forest field trip for you in the fifth grade, let you Being able to see what it's like to have fantastic animals in their natural environment."

"Yes, I think... what we're going to study this time is a rather rare creature. Well, as far as I know, I'm probably the only one in the British wizarding world who has tamed them—"

"Are you sure? Tamed?" Malfoy looked a little trembling, seemingly unable to calm down, "I don't want to be hurt by any stupid thing again, or I will definitely ask Dad to deal with them! Clean up !"

It seems that Malfoy's psychological shadow is not limited to the Forbidden Forest, the Hippogriff last time is also included.

Under the reminder of Malfoy's pale face, the Slytherin students whispered in agreement. Not only that, but students from other colleges were also a little shaken, which showed that Hagrid's class was really not reassuring.

"Of course, no problem." Hagrid frowned. "They're all good kids—as long as you don't provoke them stupidly, they won't be willing to bite you!"

"you--"

"Enough, take the class seriously!" Hagrid said angrily, "Come with me—"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode into the woods with the dead cow on his shoulders. Most of the students from the remaining two colleges were a little hesitant. After all, the Forbidden Forest has never allowed students to enter at will.

Of course, that refers to the absence of a teacher.

"Let's go!" Hermione blinked her sour eyes and sighed.

Harry and Ron shrugged, and under everyone's hesitant eyes, the three took the lead to follow Hagrid's pace.

"Harry..." While walking, Ron suddenly turned his head and asked with some doubts, "Does it feel warmer? Or... is it my illusion?"