Ever since three years ago, Evan got the Philosopher's Stone that Gryffindor left behind in the centaur tribe, and he also got their friendship. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Philosopher's Stone had been stored in the centaur tribe for centuries, long enough for it to be given countless additional meanings by the centaurs, and it was a sacred being comparable to the beliefs of the stars and ancestors.

As the current owner of the Philosopher's Stone, Evan naturally has a high status in the centaur tribe, even surpassing Dumbledore.

Especially after he merged the Philosopher's Stone into one, the Fallen Centaur and Evil God incident has been a shame for this centaur tribe back then.

However, Evan was suspicious that even if he did, the centaurs would not agree to Hagrid's request.

Hagrid's relationship with the centaurs was good enough, but keeping a destructive giant in the Forbidden Forest was actually a crazy move, and the Centaurs, who regarded the entire Forbidden Forest as their private land, were even more stubborn and insisted that tradition should not be changed.

Thinking about the grumpy Margaret and the others, Evan sighed deeply.

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

"Yes, a giant, I dare say, you will see him standing on the tower of the castle. Ron said, laughing suddenly, "Not bad, isn't it?" Come to think of it, Umbridge opened her window and was greeted by the giant's ugly face and a terrible roar, I dare say, she would have been scared to tears. ”

"It's no joke!" Hermione said sternly, "if someone else finds out about the giant, Hagrid will be expelled, even the headmaster and the others, and we must keep the giant's secret." Aven, are you going to help him?"

"Go ahead and give it a try, but those centaurs are some of the most stubborn creatures I've ever seen, and they won't necessarily work. Evan said.

"Well, I'm out there!" said Harry, "Hedwig needs treatment, I'll go see Professor Graplan." ”

"Wait, let's let Dobby, the house-elf, go. Evan said, stopping Harry, "It's easy to get suspicious of you when you go out with Hedwig now, and I'm going to get a letter to the horses and tell them about it, and hear their opinions." ”

House-elves are much more insured than owls in delivering letters, and it's very convenient, and Dobby is happy to accept this task.

He even chatted with everyone about the situation in the kitchen, and despite Hermione's efforts, everything was the same, the only change was probably that Sparkle's condition had gotten worse, since Mr. Crouch was killed and little Barty had his soul sucked out, Sparkle had a complete breakdown!

She now does nothing, drinks heavily every day, and becomes the scum of the house-elves, which is even more difficult for the elves to accept.

Now, Dobby is the only one to take care of her, and on several occasions he has hid her in the Room of Need.

"We have to do something for Twilight," Hermione said, watching Dobby disappear in front of her with Hedwig, "I think with a little more affection, she'll be fine, look at Kreacher, he's a good example." ”

"Kreacher didn't get better because of love. Ron said, "And he's only friendly to the three of you right now." ”

"Well, we might be able to take the glitter to Mr. Crouch's tombstone, it might make her better. Hermione mused, pondering the matter, "Does anyone know where he ended up buried?"

Just then, Angelina walked in, dejected, with Fred and George following her.

"There's no Quidditch training anymore. "Not this week, and probably not next week." ”

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

"I know, I know," Angelina said bitterly, "the other three house teams have been approved for regrouping, we just went to her and she just said that she still has to think about it, it may take a while. ”

"What to consider?" Ron said angrily, "She approved of Slytherin, why wouldn't she approve of us?"

After a moment of silence, one can imagine how much Umbridge likes to use the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a threat hanging over their heads.

Of course, she didn't want to give up this weapon too soon, it was much more useful than confinement!

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

"Is that a good thing?" Harry snapped up, and Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief, "Sounds as bad as helping Twilight find Mr. Crouch's burial, no Quidditch ball training, and Potions class with homework!"

He slumped into his chair and reluctantly picked up his pen to continue working on his Potions paper.

"Hermione is right, it's not entirely bad, I think there's time for martial arts training, at least everyone in Gryffindor has free time!" Evan said, "We can start as soon as possible, how about tomorrow night?"

"I have no opinion!" said Harry at once, which made him feel better.

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

"We don't have a problem either, if we don't start, I'll forget everything I've learned!" Fred said.

"yes, you know, there's so much to do every day. George agreed.

"Okay, I'll inform the others tomorrow, and if I have time, I'll ask them to go to the Room of Request on the eighth floor after dinner. "Hermione and I are ready, a proper training ground and everything. ”

For the rest of the night, Evan and the others were discussing Hagrid and Glopp.

Harry's Potions homework was making little progress, he had trouble concentrating, and the room was noisy: after countless attempts, Fred and George had finally perfected a quick-acting truancy candy that was being demonstrated to a cheering crowd.

George was yelling, holding a clipboard to record the ordering information, and Fred bit the orange end first, and immediately vomited into the bucket in front of him, and then swallowed the purple one, and the vomiting immediately stopped.

After a while, Lee Jordan lazily emptied the vomit with the vanishing charm.

With vomiting and cheers, and people ordering orders from Fred and George, Harry couldn't concentrate on writing the right recipe for the enhancer.

Like him, Hermione had been sneering disgruntled and didn't even talk about giants or anything!

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

She had threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley about it, but that was only a matter of words.