Chapter 977 No Training

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Since Ivan got the Sorcerer's Stone left by Gryffindor in the Centaur tribe three years ago, he also gained their friendship.

The magic stone has been stored in the centaur tribe for centuries, long enough for it to be endowed with countless additional meanings by the centaur people. It is simply a sacred existence that can be compared with the stars and the beliefs of the ancestors.

As the current owner of the Philosopher's Stone, Ivan's status in the centaur tribe is naturally very high, even surpassing Dumbledore.

Especially after he merged the Sorcerer's Stone into one, the incident of the fallen centaur and the evil god has always been a shame to this centaur tribe.

However, Ivan was very skeptical. Even if he came forward, the horsemen would probably not agree to Hagrid's request.

The relationship between Hagrid and the centaurs is good enough, but raising a giant with considerable destructive power in the Forbidden Forest is actually a very crazy move, and the centaurs who regard the entire Forbidden Forest as their private land are even more so. It is stubborn as hell, insisting that tradition should not be changed.

Thinking about the grumpy Margaret and those other guys, Ivan sighed deeply.

"It's hard to imagine, he really wants to bring that big guy back. I was expecting Hagrid to give up!"

"Yeah, a giant, I daresay, you'd see him from a castle tower," said Ron, laughing suddenly. "That's not bad, is it? Come to think of it, Umbridge Opening her window, she was greeted by the giant's hideous face and a terrible growl, and I daresay she would have cried."

"This is not a joke!" Hermione said sternly, "If other people find the giant, Hagrid will be expelled, and even the principal and others will be involved. We must keep the giant's secret. Alvin, are you going to help him?"

"Give it a try, but those centaurs are the most stubborn creatures I've ever seen, and they may not work," Aiwen said.

"Well, I'm going out!" said Harry. "Hedwig needs treatment. I'm going to see Professor Graplan."

"Wait a minute, let Dobby the house elf go." Ivan said, stopping Harry, "You will easily be suspected if you go out with Hedwig in your arms, and I will send Dobby a message to the horsemen. Tell them about it and get their opinion."

House-elf delivery is much safer than owls, and it is very convenient, and Dobby is also willing to accept this task.

He even chatted with everyone about the situation in the kitchen. Although Hermione has made a lot of efforts, everything is the same. The only change is that Winky's condition has become worse. Since Mr. Crouch was killed, After Little Barty's soul was sucked away, Winky completely collapsed!

She doesn't do anything now, drinks heavily every day, and becomes the scum of the house elves, and Bidobby is even more difficult for the elves to accept.

Now, Dobby alone takes care of her, and on several occasions hides her in the Room of Requirement.

"We have to do something for Winky?" said Hermione, watching Dobby disappear before her with Hedwig. "I think with a little more love, she'll be fine. Look at Kreacher, he's a Good example."

"Kreacher didn't get better because of love," said Ron, "and he's only friendly with you three now."

"Well, maybe we can take Winky to Mr. Crouch's tombstone and have a look, it might make her better." Hermione said thoughtfully, considering the matter carefully, "does anyone know where he was buried last?" Where is it?"

At this moment, Angelina walked in in a daze, with Fred and George following her.

"No more Quidditch practice," she said hollowly. "Not this week, and probably not next week."

"But I've been very restrained these days!" said Harry, looking very shocked. "I didn't say anything to her, I swear it!"

"I know, I know," Angelina said bitterly, "The teams of the other three colleges have been approved for reorganization, we went to her just now, she only said that she still has to think about it, it may take a while. "

"Consider what?" Ron said angrily. "She approved Slytherin, why shouldn't she approve us?"

There was a moment of silence, and one could imagine how much Umbridge liked to think of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a threat hanging over their heads.

Of course she doesn't want to give up this weapon too early, it's much more useful than confinement!

"Forget it!" said Hermione. "On the bright side, at least you two have time to write about Snape!"

"That's the good side?" Harry snapped, and Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief, "Sounds as bad as helping Winky find Mr. Crouch's burial place, no Quidditch training, potions Classes and homework are punished!"

He slumped into his chair and reluctantly picked up his pen to finish his Potions paper.

"Hermione is right, and it's not entirely a bad thing. I think this way there will be time for fighting training. At least everyone in Gryffindor has free time!" Ivan said, "We can start as soon as possible, tomorrow How was the evening?"

"I'm fine with it!" said Harry immediately, which somehow made him feel better.

At least they were fighting against Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic, which seemed to be his only sustenance at the moment.

"We have no objection, if I don't start again, I will forget everything I learned before!" Fred said.

"Yeah, you know, there are so many things waiting for us to do every day." George agreed.

"Okay, let's inform other people tomorrow. If you have time, ask them to go to the Room of Response on the eighth floor one after another after dinner." Aiwen said, "Hermione and I are ready, a formal training venue and Everything about it."

For the rest of the night, Ivan and the others were discussing Hagrid and Glop.

Harry isn't making much progress with his Potions homework, he's having trouble concentrating, and the room is utterly noisy: After countless attempts, Fred and George have finally perfected a quick-acting skipping candy, which they're addressing to the booing crowd demo.

George was yelling, holding a clipboard to write down the order information, and Fred bit the orange end first, and immediately vomited into the bucket in front of him, then swallowed the purple end, and vomited. stop immediately.

Every once in a while, Lee Jordan lazily emptied the vomit with the Vanishing Charm.

With the vomit, the cheers, and the orders being placed on Fred and George, Harry could barely concentrate on writing the correct formula for the enhancer.

Like him, Hermione has been sneering dissatisfiedly, not even talking about giants!

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Ivan asked, and Hermione was very uncomfortable with Fred and George's experiments.

She had threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley about it, but she had only talked.

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