On Tuesday, Phoenix dressed up for Hagrid's class, and yes, Hagrid was back.

Hagrid's appearance was ugly, with yellowish-green scars on his face, some of which seemed to be bleeding. Could it be that Hagrid has been attacked by some monster whose venom prevents the wound from healing - as if to complete the ominous picture, Hagrid still carries half a dead cow on his shoulder.

They fell to the back of the line and struggled their way through the Forbidden Forest.

"It's weird, my dad said Umbridge was in trouble. There are a lot of supporters in the ministry, and I'm afraid she won't be able to make any changes in the short term. Draco whispered to Phoenix. Perhaps unable to deliver on his previous words, he gave Phoenix a flattering smile.

"It doesn't matter, you can win. I believe in you. Phoenix said insincerely.

"He's right, those people don't think they should interfere too much with Umbridge's decision," Phoenix whispered as she helped Daphne over a piece of wood, "and they're all bought by the Bobins." ”

"Are you sure?" Phoenix slowed down, distancing himself from Draco.

"Of course, their family has always been profit-oriented, which is exactly what the mudbloods are like. ”

Interestingly, could it be that Voldemort even counted him in. However, the ban has little effect on him, and it seems necessary to talk to Umbridge.

I came to a place where the trees were thick and dark as dusk, and there was not a single snow on the ground. Hagrid thrust the half cow to the ground, took two steps back, and turned to face the class. Many of them used tree trunks as cover, looking nervously from side to side, cautiously approaching him, as if on guard against an attack at any moment.

"Close, close. Hagrid encouraged, "Now, they'll be drawn to the flesh, but I'll call them anyway because they like to hear that it's—"

He turned, shook his head, shook the hair from his face, and let out a strange, shrill cry that echoed through the dark woods like the whine of a giant bird. No one laughed, and most seemed too frightened to speak.

Hagrid screamed again, and a minute passed, and the students had been nervously peeking around, not knowing what was going to happen. As Hagrid tossed his hair for the third time to expand his broad chest, Phoenix saw a Thestrals peeking its head out of the darkness between the two rugged yew trees.

Daphne was still looking out into the woods, and after a moment she whispered, "Why didn't Hagrid bark?"

"Oh, there's another one!" said Hagrid, proudly, as a second black horse emerged from the woods, folded its leather-like wings, and bowed its head greedily to eat raw meat, "and now—whoever sees it, raise his hand." ”

"Uh-huh," he said solemnly, "Neville-and-Peverell, Nott-Hermione?"

Hagrid replied by pointing to the dead cow on the ground. The class stared at it for a few seconds, and a few gasped and Parvati screamed. Phoenix knows why: pieces of meat that automatically peel off the bones and disappear into thin air must look very eerie.

The classmates were so frightened that several girls even hugged the trunk of the tree and shivered.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you. Hagrid said patiently, "Now, who can tell me why some people can see and others can't?"

Hermione held her hand.

"You say. Hagrid smiled at her.

"Only those who have seen death can see Thestrals. She said.

"By the way," Hagrid said solemnly, "Gryffindor plus ten." Thestrals—"

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Professor Umbridge is here. She stood a few feet away from Harry, still in a green hat, green cloak, and clipboard in hand.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

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

"Have you received a note from me to your cabin in the morning?" said Umbridge, still as she had spoken to Hagrid before, slowly and loudly, as if he were a foreigner and mentally retarded, "saying I was coming to your lesson." ”

"Oh, I got it," said Hagrid, heartily, "I'm glad you've found the place! You see—I don't know—can you see that? We're talking about Thestrals to-day—"

"I'm sorry," Professor Umbridge cried out, holding his hand to his ear in the shape of a cup, frowning, "what did you say?"

Hagrid looked a little confused.

"Uh-Thestrals!" he said loudly, "Big--uh-winged, you know!"

He slapped his thick arm twice in his eagerness. Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow at him, writing and reading on the clipboard, "By - clumsy - gestures - "

"Okay—" Hagrid said, turning to face the student, looking a little flustered, "uh—where did I go?"

"It seems—memory—very bad—" said Umbridge, loud enough for everyone to hear. Draco Malfoy looked like Christmas had arrived a month earlier, and Hermione blushed with anger.

"Oh," Hagrid glanced uneasily at Umbridge's clipboard, but spoke bravely. "Yes, I was about to tell you how this group came to be. This, at the beginning, had only one stallion and five mares. This is called Uwu," he patted the horse that appeared first, "my favorite, the first horse born in this forest—"

"Did you know," Umbridge interrupted in a loud voice, "that the Ministry of Magic has classified Thestrals as a 'dangerous animal'?"

Hagrid just smiled.

"Thestrals aren't dangerous! Of course, if you really get into trouble, they might bite you-"

"Yes—brutally—showing—pleasure—" Umbridge wrote in his notebook again.

"N-no!" Hagrid said, a little anxious, "I mean, dogs still bite, right—Thestrals only have a bad reputation because of the relationship with the dead—people used to think it was unlucky, right? just ignorant, right?"

Umbridge didn't answer. She finished the last stroke, looked up at Hagrid, and said slowly and loudly, "Please continue the lecture as usual, I want to be among the students—"

"Oh—anyway," Hagrid tried to continue, "this—Thestrals, yes, they have a lot of goodies—"

"Do you think you can understand Professor Hagrid?" Professor Umbridge asked Pansy Parkinson crisply. Like Hermione, Pansy had tears in her eyes, but they were laughing, and she held back her laughter and answered in fits and starts.

"Can't—because—sounds—a lot of the time—like a whine—" Umbridge scribbled on the clipboard. A few bits of unbruised skin on Hagrid's face turned red, but he tried to pretend he hadn't heard Pansy's answer.

"Uh-this-Thestrals' good stuff. By the way, when they are tamed, like this group, you won't get lost. The sense of direction is surprisingly good, just tell them where you want to go-"

"Of course, you have to assume they can understand you. Malfoy exclaimed, and Pancy Parkinson giggled again. Professor Umbridge smiled indulgently at them, then turned to Neville.

"All right, Hagrid," she said, turning to look up at him, again in a slow, loud voice, "I think I have enough information—you will be in ten days"—she stretched out her short ten fingers, "Received"—she made a gesture of taking something out of the air, "Your findings"—she pointed to the clipboard. Then, smiling even more triumphantly, she hurried out from the students under the green hat, more like a toad than before.

"Melinda, a traitor, what do their family think?" said Draco half an hour later, puzzled, as they walked back to the castle along the path they had stepped out of the snow, and Daphne told Draco and the others, "It won't be because you dumped her, I want to get revenge on you now." ”

"Quite possibly," Blaise looked very experienced, "maybe you should apologize to her, just—Quidditch first, anyway." ”

"Calm down, I can't compete and it's not the end of the world. Phoenix said helplessly. The Bobins were almost certain to have joined the Death Eaters, but why they helped Umbridge, Lucius had not come into contact with the toad. Neither Snape nor the interior has mentioned who Voldemort wants to fix Phoenix.

After Dumbledore was gone, everything was clear. Thinking of this, he didn't think about it anymore.

Phoenix hadn't paid attention to Draco's joke, but he hadn't thought it was dinner time. The story of Phoenix stepping on two boats and being retaliated by the girl spreads. (To be continued.) )