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Bit osun an. ansea. Https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/download/icc-cricket-mobile-game-download.php. said Umbridge. You dont have much of a tan. Yeah. well. sensitive skin, said Hagrid, attempting an ingratiating smile. Harry noticed that two of his teeth had been knocked out. Umbridge looked at him coldly; his smile faltered. Then she hoisted her handbag a little higher into the crook of her arm and said, I shall, of course, be informing the Minister of your late return. Righ, said Hagrid, nodding. You ought to know too that as High Inquisitor it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to inspect my fellow teachers. So I daresay we shall meet again soon enough. She turned sharply and marched back to the door. Youre inspectin us. Hagrid echoed blankly, looking after her. Oh yes, said Umbridge softly, looking back at him with her hand on the door handle. The Ministry is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good night. She left, closing the door behind her with a snap. Harry made to pull off the Invisibility Cloak but Hermione seized his wrist. Not yet, she breathed in his ear. She might not be gone yet. Hagrid seemed to be thinking the same way; he stumped across the room and pulled back the curtain an inch or so. Shes goin back ter the castle, he said in a low voice. Blimey. inspectin people, is she. Yeah, said Harry, pulling with gardenscapes like Cloak off. Trelawneys on probation already. Um. what sort of thing are you planning to do with us in class, Hagrid. asked Hermione. Oh, don you worry abou that, Ive got a great load o lessons planned, said Hagrid enthusiastically, scooping up his dragon steak from the table and slapping it over his eye again. Ive bin keepin a couple o creatures saved fer yer O. year, you wait, theyre somethin really special. Erm. special in what way. asked Hermione tentatively. Im not sayin, said Hagrid happily. I don want ter spoil the surprise. Look, Hagrid, said Hermione urgently, dropping all pretense, Professor Umbridge wont be at all happy if you bring anything to class thats too dangerous - Dangerous. said Hagrid, looking genially bemused. Don be silly, I wouldn give yeh anythin dangerous. I mean, all righ, they can look after themselves - Hagrid, youve got to pass Umbridges inspection, and to do that it would really be better if she saw you teaching us how to look after porlocks, how to tell the difference between knarls and hedgehogs, stuff like that. said Hermione earnestly. But thas not very interestin, Hermione, said Hagrid. The stuff Ive gots much more impressive, Ive bin bringin em on fer years, I reckon Ive got the ony domestic herd in Britain - Hagrid. please. said Hermione, a note of real desperation in her voice. Umbridge is looking for any excuse to get rid of teachers she thinks are too close to Dumbledore. Please, Hagrid, teach us something dull thats bound to come up in our O. But Hagrid merely yawned widely and cast a one-eyed look of longing toward the vast bed in the corner. Lisen, its bin a long day an its late, he said, patting Hermione gently on the shoulder, so that her knees gave way and hit the read more with a thud. Oh - sorry - He pulled her back up by the neck of her robes. Look, don you go worryin abou me, I promise yeh Ive got really good stuff planned fer yer lessons now Im back. Now you lot had better get back up to the castle, an don forget ter wipe yer footprints out behind yeh. I dunno if you got through to him, said Ron a short while later when, having checked that the coast was clear, they walked back up to the castle through the thickening snow, leaving no trace behind them due to the Obliteration Charm Hermione was performing as they went. Then Ill go back again tomorrow, said Hermione determinedly. Ill plan his lessons for him if I have to. I dont care if she throws out Trelawney but shes not taking Hagrid. H CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE THE EYE OF THE SNAKE ermione plowed her way back to Hagrids cabin through two feet of snow on Sunday morning. Harry and Ron wanted to go with her, but their mountain of homework had reached an alarming height again, so they grudgingly remained in the common room, trying to ignore the gleeful shouts drifting up from the grounds outside, where students were enjoying themselves skating on the frozen lake, tobogganing, and worst of all, bewitching snowballs to zoom up to Gryffindor Tower and rap hard on the windows. bellowed Ron, finally losing patience and sticking his head out of the window, I am a prefect and if one more snowball hits this window - OUCH. He withdrew his head sharply, his face covered in snow. Its Fred and George, he said bitterly, slamming the window behind him. Gits. Hermione returned from Hagrids just before lunch, shivering slightly, her robes damp to the knees. said Ron, looking up when she entered. Got all his lessons planned for him. Well, I tried, she said dully, sinking into a chair beside Harry. She pulled out her wand and gave it a complicated little wave so that hot air streamed out of the tip; she then pointed this at her robes, which began to steam as they dried out. He wasnt even there when I arrived, I was knocking for at least half an hour. And then he came stumping out of the forest - Harry groaned. The Forbidden Forest was teeming with the kind of creatures most likely to get Hagrid the sack. Whats he keeping in there. Did he say. asked Harry. No, said Hermione miserably. He says he wants them to be a surprise. I tried to explain about Umbridge, but he just doesnt get it. He kept saying nobody in their right mind would rather study knarls than chimaeras - oh I dont think hes got a chimaera, she added at the appalled look on Harry and Rons faces, but thats not for lack of trying from what he said about how hard it is to get eggs. I dont know how many times I told him hed be better off following Grubbly-Planks plan, I honestly dont think he listened to half of what I said. Hes in a bit of a funny mood, you know. He still wont say how he got all those injuries. Hagrids reappearance at the staff table at breakfast next day was not greeted by enthusiasm from all students. Some, like Fred, George, and Lee, roared with delight and sprinted up the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables to wring Hagrids enormous hand; others, like Parvati and Lavender, exchanged gloomy looks and shook their heads. Harry knew that many of them preferred Professor Grubbly-Planks lessons, and the worst of it was that a very small, unbiased part of him knew that they had good reason: Grubbly-Planks idea of an interesting class was not one where there was a risk that somebody might have their head ripped off. It was with a certain amount of apprehension that Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed down to Hagrids on Tuesday, heavily muffled against the cold. Harry was worried, not only about what Hagrid might have decided to teach them, but also about how the rest of the class, particularly Malfoy and his cronies, would behave if Umbridge was watching them. However, the High Inquisitor was nowhere to be seen as they struggled through the snow toward Hagrid, who stood waiting for them on the edge of the forest. He did not present a reassuring sight; the bruises that had been purple on Saturday night were now tinged with green and yellow and some of his cuts still seemed to be bleeding. Harry could not understand this: Had Hagrid perhaps been attacked by some creature whose venom prevented the wounds it inflicted from healing. As though to complete the ominous picture, Hagrid was carrying what looked like half a dead cow over his shoulder. Were workin in here today. 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Only it wouldnt be the first time youd brought wild stuff to class, would it. The Slytherins murmured agreement and a few Gryffindors looked as though they thought Malfoy had a fair point too. Course theyre trained, said Hagrid, scowling and hoisting the dead cow a little higher on his shoulder. So what happened to your face, then. demanded Malfoy. Mind yer own business. said Hagrid, angrily. Now if yehve finished askinstupid questions, follow me. He turned and strode straight into the forest. Nobody seemed much disposed to follow. Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, who sighed but nodded, and the three of them set off after Hagrid, leading the rest of the class. They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees stood so closely together that it was as dark as twilight and there was no snow on the ground at all. Hagrid deposited his half a cow with a grunt on the ground, stepped back, and turned to face his class again, most of whom were creeping toward him from tree to tree, peering around nervously as though expecting to be set upon at any moment. Gather roun, gather roun, said Hagrid encouragingly. Now, theyll be attracted by the smell o the meat but Im goin ter give em a call anyway, cause theyll like ter https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/download/nfs-most-wanted-pc-game-download.php its me. He turned, shook his shaggy head to get the hair out of his face, and gave an odd, shrieking cry that echoed through the dark trees like the call of some monstrous bird. Nobody laughed; most of them looked too scared to make a sound. Hagrid gave the shrieking cry again. A minute passed in which the class continued to peer nervously over their shoulders and around trees for a first glimpse of whatever it was that was coming. And then, as Hagrid shook his hair back for a third time and expanded his enormous chest, Harry nudged Ron and pointed into the black space between two gnarled yew trees. A pair of blank, white, shining eyes were growing larger through the gloom and a moment later the dragonish face, neck, and then skeletal body of a great, black, winged horse emerged from the darkness. It looked around at the class for a few seconds, swishing its long black tail, then bowed its head and began to tear flesh from the dead cow with its pointed fangs. A great wave of relief broke over Harry. Here at last was proof that he had not imagined these creatures, that they were real: Hagrid knew about them too. He looked eagerly at Ron, but Ron was still staring around into the trees and after a few seconds he whispered, Why doesnt Hagrid call again. Most of the rest of the class were wearing expressions as confused and nervously expectant as Rons and were still gazing everywhere but at the horse standing feet from them. There were only two other people who seemed to be able to see them: a stringy Slytherin boy standing just behind Goyle was watching the horse eating with an expression of great distaste on his face, and Neville, whose eyes were following the swishing progress of the long black tail. Oh, an here comes another one. said Hagrid proudly, as a second black horse appeared out of the dark trees, folded its leathery wings closer to its body, and dipped its head to gorge on the meat. Now. put yer hands up, who can see em. Immensely pleased to feel that he was at last going to understand the mystery of these horses, Harry raised his hand. Hagrid nodded at him. Yeah. yeah, I knew youd be able ter, Harry, he said seriously. An you too, Neville, eh. An - Excuse me, said Malfoy in a sneering voice, but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing. For answer, Hagrid pointed at the cow carcass on the ground. The whole class stared at it for a few seconds, then several people gasped and Parvati squealed. Harry understood why: Bits of flesh stripping themselves away from the bones and vanishing into thin air had to look very odd indeed. Whats doing it. Parvati demanded in a terrified voice, retreating behind the nearest tree. Whats eating it. Thestrals, said Hagrid proudly and Hermione gave a soft oh. of comprehension at Harrys shoulder. Hogwarts has got a whole herd of em in here. Now, who knows -. But theyre really, really unlucky. interrupted Parvati, looking alarmed. Theyre supposed to bring all sorts of horrible misfortune on people who see them. Professor Trelawney told me once - No, no, no, said Hagrid, chuckling, thas jus superstition, that is, they aren unlucky, theyre dead clever an useful. Course, this lot don get a lot o work, its mainly jus pullin the school carriages unless Dumbledores takin a long journey an don want ter Apparate - an heres another couple, look - Two more horses came quietly out of the trees, one of them passing very close to Parvati, who shivered and pressed herself closer to the tree, saying, I https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/best/best-th13-bases.php I felt something, I think its near me. Don worry, it won hurt yeh, said Hagrid patiently. Righ, now, who can tell me why some o you can see them ansome cant. Hermione raised her hand. Go on then, said Hagrid, beaming at her. The only people who can see thestrals, she said, are people who have seen death. Thas exactly right, said Hagrid solemnly, ten points ter Gryffindor. Now, thestrals - Hem, hem. Professor Umbridge had arrived. She was standing a few feet away from Harry, wearing her green hat and cloak again, her clipboard at the ready. Hagrid, who had never heard Umbridges fake cough before, was gazing in some concern at the closest thestral, evidently under the impression that it had made the sound. Hem, hem. Oh hello. Hagrid Mount & blade ii bannerlord, smiling, having located the source of the noise. You received the note I sent to your cabin this morning. said Umbridge, in the same loud, slow voice she had used with him earlier, as though she was addressing somebody both foreign and very slow. Telling you that I would be inspecting your lesson. Oh yeah, said Hagrid brightly. Glad yeh found the place all righ. Well, as you can see - or, I dunno - can you. Were doin thestrals today - Im sorry. said Umbridge loudly, cupping her hand around her ear and frowning. What did you say. Hagrid looked a little confused. Er - thestrals. he said loudly. Big - er - winged horses, yeh know. He flapped his gigantic arms hopefully. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows at him and muttered as she made a note on her clipboard, has. to. resort. to. crude. sign. language. Well. anyway. said Hagrid, turning back to the class and looking slightly flustered. Erm. what was I sayin. Appears. to. have. poor. short. term. memory. muttered Umbridge, loudly enough for everyone to hear her. Draco Malfoy looked as though Christmas had come a month early; Hermione, on the other hand, had turned scarlet with suppressed rage. Oh yeah, said Hagrid, throwing an uneasy glance at Umbridges clipboard, but plowing on valiantly. Yeah, I was gonna tell yeh how come we got a herd. Yeah, so, we started off with a male an five builder th4. This one, he patted the first horse to have appeared, name o Tenebrus, hes my special favorite, firs one born here in the forest - Are you aware, Umbridge said loudly, interrupting him, that the Ministry of Magic has classified thestrals as dangerous. Harrys heart sank like a stone, but Hagrid merely chuckled. Thestrals aren dangerous. All righ, they might take a bite outta you if yeh really annoy them - Shows. signs. of. pleasure. at. idea. of. violence. muttered Umbridge, scribbling on her clipboard again. No - come on. said Hagrid, looking a little anxious now. I mean, a dogll bite if yeh bait it, won it - but thestrals have jus got a bad reputation because o the death thing - people used ter think they were bad omens, didn they. Jus didn understand, did they. Umbridge did not answer; she finished writing her last note, then looked up at Hagrid and said, again very loudly and slowly, Please continue teaching as usual. I am going to walk - she mimed walking - Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were having silent fits of laughter - among the students - she pointed around at individual members of the class - and ask them questions. She pointed at her mouth to indicate talking. Hagrid stared at her, clearly at a complete loss to understand why she was acting as though he did not understand normal English. Hermione had tears of fury in her eyes now. You hag, you evil hag. she whispered, as Umbridge walked toward Pansy Parkinson. I know what youre doing, you awful, twisted, vicious - Erm. anyway, said Hagrid, clearly struggling to regain the flow of his lesson, so - thestrals. Yeah. Well, theres loads o good stuff abou them. Do you find, said Professor Umbridge in a ringing voice to Pansy Parkinson, that you are able to understand Professor Hagrid when he talks. Just like Hermione, Pansy had tears in her eyes, but these were tears of laughter; indeed, her answer was almost incoherent because she was trying to suppress her giggles. No. because. well. it sounds. like grunting a lot of the time. Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard. The few unbruised bits of Hagrids face flushed, but he tried to act as though he had not heard Pansys answer. Er. yeah. good stuff abou thestrals. Well, once theyre tamed, like this lot, yehll never be lost again. Mazin senses o direction, jus tell em where yeh want ter go - Assuming they can understand you, of course, said Malfoy loudly, and Pansy Parkinson collapsed in a fit of renewed giggles. Professor Umbridge smiled indulgently at them and then turned to Neville. You can see the thestrals, Longbottom, can you. she said. Neville nodded. Whom did you see die. she asked, her tone indifferent. My. my grandad, said Neville. And what do you think of them. she said, waving her stubby hand at the horses, who by now had stripped a great deal of the carcass down to bone. Erm, said Neville nervously, with a glance at Hagrid. Well, theyre. er. okay. Students. are. too. intimidated. to. admit. they. are. frightened. muttered Umbridge, making another note on her clipboard. said Neville, looking upset, no, Im not scared of them -. Its quite all right, said Umbridge, patting Neville on the shoulder with what she evidently intended to be an understanding smile, though it looked more like a leer to Harry. Well, Hagrid, she turned to look up at him again, speaking once more in that loud, slow voice, I think Ive got enough to be getting along with. You will receive - she mimed taking something from the air in front of her - the results of your inspection - she pointed at the clipboard - in ten days time. She held up ten stubby little fingers, then, her smile wider and more toadlike than ever before beneath her green hat, she bustled from their midst, leaving Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson in fits of laughter, Hermione actually shaking with fury, and Neville looking confused and upset. That foul, lying, twisting old gargoyle. stormed Hermione half an hour later, as they made their way back up to the castle through the channels they go here made earlier in the snow. You see what shes up to. Its her thing about half-breeds all over again - shes trying to make out Hagrids some kind of dim-witted troll, just because he had a giantess for a mother - and oh, its not fair, that really wasnt a bad lesson at functional strategy - I mean, all right, if it had been Blast-Ended Skrewts again, but thestrals are fine - in fact, for Hagrid, theyre really good.
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