Chapter 991 Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

No matter how you look at it, it's a very good place to make a lair for Grapp. .

According to Hagrid's character and past practices, he might even find a mate for Glop.

Love, mate, reproduce, love again, mate again, reproduce again.

In this way, in a few decades, a brand new tribe of giants will appear in the forest near Hogwarts...

Following this topic, Ivan hoped that Hagrid would help him find a few animals for fighting practice, including the acromantula.

Hagrid agreed. He said that Aragog had always been obsessed with Ivan and would definitely be willing to help him with this little favor.

Without the support of the evil god's power, the old spider was on the verge of dying and might die at any time.

This may not be a bad thing for him, after all, the price he pays for extending his lifespan is to be dominated by evil gods.

Look at its descendants, the ordinary ones are okay, and the bigger ones have been twisted into what they look like.

Aiwen is going well here, and Hagrid is willing to provide them with animals for fighting training.

But Hermione's suggestion to persuade Hagrid to give up showing dangerous animals in class and to help him prepare for the lesson went nowhere and received no response.

Hagrid kept emphasizing on giving them a surprise.

Hermione wanted to explain Umbridge's situation to him, but Hagrid just wouldn't listen.

He kept telling Hermione that no one in their right mind would give up chimeras for research on barbarians.

Of course, he was giving an example!

He doesn't have Chimeras, not because he doesn't want to keep them, but because it's not easy for him to get Chimera eggs.

Soon, everyone knew what his so-called surprise was, it was thestrals.

Umbridge didn't inspect Ivan's class, but he appeared in the fifth grade protection of magical creatures class, which was the class where Hagrid showed everyone the Thestrals.

Ivan later learned about the situation and her evaluation of Hagrid from Hermione.

In the woods, the students gathered around the Thestrals. They couldn't see, but they could feel something moving.

"Thestrals, can anyone tell me why some people can see them and others can't?" Hagrid said.

Hermione immediately raised her hand. After learning about Thestrals with the help of Aiwen on the first day of school, she went back and checked a lot of information.

"Say it!" said Hagrid, smiling at her.

"Because only those who have seen death can see thestrals," she said.

"By the way!" Hagrid said seriously, "Ten points from Gryffindor, thestrals are a unique magical power..."

"Ahem, ahem." Here came Umbridge, standing a few feet away from them, still in her 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.

He was a little worried, this thestral must be sick, otherwise why would it make such a strange sound.

"Cough, cough." Umbridge fake coughed again.

"Oh, hello!" Hagrid smiled, discovering the source of the strange noise.

"Did you get the note I sent to your cabin this morning?" Umbridge continued as she had spoken to Hagrid last time, speaking slowly and loudly, as if the other party was a foreigner and mentally retarded, "said I want to come to your class."

"Oh, got it!" said Hagrid brightly, "I'm glad you found the place! Look at these, I don't know, can you see them? We're talking about Thestrals today..."

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

Hagrid looked a little puzzled by Umbridge's reaction.

"Uh, thestrals!" he said loudly, louder, "big black horses, uh, with wings, you know!"

He flapped his thick arms eagerly to show Umbridge the Thestrals.

Umbridge raised an eyebrow at him, writing and reading on the clipboard, just as loudly.

"I can't express it accurately, I have to rely on clumsy gestures..." She raised her head and smiled, "You continue with the class and don't worry about me."

"Okay!" said Hagrid, turning to face the students, looking a little flustered. "Uh, where did I just say that?"

"Looks like I have a poor memory, and can't remember the lecture..." said Umbridge, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The Slytherins looked like Christmas had come two months early, and Hermione was flushing with anger.

"Oh!" Hagrid glanced uneasily at Umbridge's clipboard, but continued bravely, "Yes, I was about to tell you how this herd got here. Well, it started with just one stallion And five mares, this one's called Wuwu!"

He patted the first Thestral, even though it was invisible to many.

"Woo, woo, woo!" Wuwu let out a cry, and rubbed Hagrid affectionately.

"It's my favorite. It's the first horse born in this forest. Everyone can come and pet it, or ride it!"

"Sorry, did you know?" Umbridge interrupted loudly, "The Ministry of Magic has listed thestrals as dangerous animals?"

"No, thestrals are not dangerous! Of course, if you get really upset, they might bite you, just like dogs..."

"Unabashedly, a delight in brutality!" Umbridge wrote again in his notebook.

"No, it's not!" said Hagrid, getting a little anxious. "I mean, dogs do bite, don't they? Thestrals just have a bad reputation for being associated with dead people, and people used to think it was bad luck, right? Just ignorance, right?"

Umbridge didn't answer. She made the last note, looked up at Hagrid, and said slowly and loudly, "Please continue with the lecture as usual. I'm going to walk around among the students and just mention a few Question, about your past performance."

She gestured as she spoke so that Hagrid would understand, she pointed to a student at random when she said "students", and pretended to walk again when she said "walk around", and finally "asked a question" , she pointed to her mouth, indicating to speak.

Obviously, Umbridge wasn't examining Hagrid's lecture level, she was doubting Hagrid's IQ, and regarded him as a giant who couldn't communicate.

Hagrid stared at her, clearly not understanding why she thought he didn't know normal English.

There were tears of anger in Hermione's eyes, and when she talked about it with Ivan later, she still hated it to death.

"Hare, wicked hag!" she said indignantly, "ugly, perverted, vicious toad!"

Umbridge finally asked Pansy, through this period of time, she has figured out the situation of Hogwarts!

She knows who to stay away from, who to rely on, who to suppress, and most of the Slytherin students are on her side.

"Honey, what do you think!" Umbridge asked Pansy Parkinson crisply, "Can you understand Professor Hagrid?"

Like Hermione, Pansy had tears in her eyes, but those tears came from laughter.

She tried her best not to laugh, and answered intermittently.

"No, I can't do it, because he often sounds like a purr, and I don't understand what he is talking about, and I don't understand the meaning of these sounds."

"Very good, I can't express it correctly, I can only make a sound of woo, woo, woo that doesn't make sense." Umbridge wrote on the clipboard.

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