A large number of students were frightened, and a few of them fell and were injured in a hurry, and Madame Pomri planned to give everyone some tranquilizer to drink, so that everyone would not have nightmares at night. The girls cried when they saw Hagrid standing in the school doctor's room, fearing that Hagrid would let the spiders eat them again. This saddened Hagrid.

It has to be mentioned that Draco also bruised his hands and feet while running, probably because the rain yesterday caused the ground to be a little slippery. It wasn't a big deal, but Draco had a desire to make a big deal out of it, and when Madame Pomri bandaged him, he grinned so much that he "hurt". Everyone could tell he was pretending, and even after taking the medicine, Draco was still moaning.

What happened in the magical biology class spread all over Hogwarts before it was dark, and everyone looked at Hagrid strangely, but his tall stature and vicious bloodshot eyes made other people's voices unconsciously lower a little.

The school administrator quickly called him to find out, and although no one heard what they were talking about, everyone knew it wouldn't end well when they saw Hagrid crying and locking himself in a room next to the Forbidden Forest.

By the next morning, the owls were chirping down a pile of red envelopes, so that Dumbledore couldn't catch the spoon underneath. On the spot, the yelling letters took themselves apart, and with dissatisfaction, they roared that Dumbledore should be held responsible for the accident in the magical creatures class, and strongly demanded that Hagrid be expelled. Finally, the shouting letters vividly show their anger by setting them on fire.

This is different from the situation in the original book, now it is Hagrid who brings a grade of students to the Eight-Eyed Spider, undoubtedly guilty of public anger, in the face of the surging crowd of students' parents, coupled with Lucius Malfoy's fanning of the Ministry of Magic, Hagrid is ordered to suspend classes by the school, and borrows alcohol all day to kill his sorrows. Harry tried their best to comfort him, but to no avail, hoping that Hagrid would see it himself.

It wasn't until Thursday's Potions class that Draco pretended to return to class. He learned the hypocrisy of the aristocracy to the fullest, but in a Slytherin style. He put a bandage on his hand and hung it around his neck, apparently faking his wounds. Using this method, Harry and the others felt sad and angry to a large extent, but there was nothing they could do. As long as there was one person who caught on to the magical creatures lesson that day, Hagrid couldn't get past it.

Today they're working on a new potion: the shrinkage solution. Draco happened to place his pot next to Harry and Ron so they could prepare the various ingredients for the potion on the same table. He's using his right to feign illness to get Harry and Ron to work for him.

"Have you seen your buddy Hagrid lately?" Draco asked them quietly.

"It's none of your business." Ron said hurriedly, not looking up.

"I'm afraid he won't be a professor anymore," Draco said feigned sadness, "my dad is upset that I'm hurt......

"Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you the real thing." Ron growled.

"He has already complained to the school administrators. I also complained to the Ministry of Magic. My dad was an influencer, you know. It hurts me again......" he sighed loudly, "If I'm hurt and unhappy, he'll make the person who messes with me even more unhappy." ”

"So you're pretending like this," said Harry, suddenly cutting off the head of a dead caterpillar as his hands trembled with rage, "to find a way to get Hagrid expelled."

"Hmm," Draco said, his voice low as a whisper, "partly so, Potter. But there are other benefits. Weasley, cut the caterpillars for me. ”

"You know what? Porter? Draco gave Snape a rare first look, and the rest of his words were afraid that Snape would hear.

"What?" Harry noticed that Draco was watching him closely.

"Sirius, some say he's already near Hogwarts." Draco's eyes flickered maliciously, staring at Harry intensely.

"So what." Harry felt that he should listen to Aitch once and be less nosy.

Draco said playfully, "Don't you wonder why the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors are stationed near Hogwarts?" To put it another way, why did Sirius Black come to Hogwarts? ”

Draco stopped abruptly at the sight of Harry's curiosity, and leaned over to the table.

"Want to single-handedly try to catch Blake, Potter?"

"Not really." Harry replied casually. Malfoy's thin lips curled into a mean smile.

"That's it! If it were me," he said quietly, "I wouldn't be in school to be a good kid, I would go everywhere to find him." ”

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Ron said roughly.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy whispered, his pale eyes narrowing.

"Know what?"

Malfoy let out a low sneer. "You may not be willing to risk your life," he said, "and you want the Dementors to deal with him, don't you?" It's cunning. But if I were you, I would take revenge. I'm going to find him out myself. ”

Harry felt that Draco was very inexplicable today, and said in a fog that it seemed that he should go and fight Sirius Black to the death.

While Harry was bewildering Draco and Blake, Aitch was wondering what he would be afraid of.

Professor Lupin was different from the professors of the previous two years of Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, as you could see from the first lesson.

When they arrived in the classroom of Professor Lupin's first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupin wasn't there. They all sat down and took out their books, quills, and parchments; When Lupin finally walked into the classroom, they were talking. Lupin smiled and placed his tattered suitcase on the lectern. He was as ragged as he had come, but looked healthier than he had been on the train, as if it had been due to the fact that he had eaten a few meals solidly.

"Good morning," he said, "put all your books back in your bag." Today is a practical lesson, and all you need is a wand. ”

The class put the books back in their bags, and several students exchanged surprised looks. They had never taken a hands-on lesson in Defence Against the Dark Arts before, which was a novelty for everyone. The class stood up and walked out of the classroom with Professor Lupin. He led them down the hallway where no one was around, turning a corner until they entered the faculty lounge.

"Now, in this way," Professor Lupin said, beckoning the class to the end of the lounge. There was nothing there, only an old wardrobe, where the faculty kept their surplus robes. Professor Lupin walked over to the closet and stood still, and the closet suddenly shook and "thumped" against the wall.

"Don't worry." Professor Lupin said calmly, because at this point several students jumped back in fright. "There's only one Boggart in there."

"Boggart likes dark, enclosed spaces," says Professor Lupin, "the closet, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink, and once I came across an old clock hidden in my grandfather's clock." This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the principal if the faculty could leave it alone and give my third-graders some hands-on opportunities.

It's not the first time I've met Boggart, and when I'm evaluating the qualifications of the heir in the first year, one of the levels is the dragon that changes with Boggart.

"It's something that morphs," Lupin said, "and it can be presented as whatever image it thinks scares us the most." ”

After explaining the characteristics of Boggart and how to deal with it, Aitch was named by Professor Lupin to be the first to practice, thinking that he could make a good start and give the students confidence.

"Are you all ready?" Professor Lupin asked.

Everyone nodded and rolled up their sleeves.

"Edge, we're going to step back," said Professor Lupin, "and I'll call the next man to come forward, and now, everyone, get back, and give Edge's an open space!" ”

Everyone stepped back and retreated to the wall, leaving Aitch alone by the closet. Edge's wand slid into his hand, causing Lupin to nod his head secretly, a stance far beyond his peers.

"I'll count to three, Edge," Professor Lupin said, pointing his wand at the closet, "One, two, three, start!" ”

A burst of sparks shot from the end of the Professor's wand, and the sparks struck the handle of the closet door. The closet door burst open.

Surprisingly, what jumped out of it was actually a white fox, and the beauty was the premise, and even the terrifying intimidation became interesting.

"Elwyn?" The classmates recognize this as Edge's pet, but shouldn't the Boggart become something that Edge's fear? This must have gone wrong.

Everyone regretted for a while, Aitch was so good that each of them wanted to know what Aitch would be afraid of, and only in this way could they feel happy. With weaknesses, Aitch can have friends.

"Mr. Edge, as much as I admire your brain defenses, I must remind you that we are now teaching the spell "Funny Funny". Professor Lupin scratched at his tousled hair.

"Okay, Professor." Aitch put away the protection of his brain, and he also wanted to know what he was afraid of.

The fox in Boggart's costume was visibly dumbfounded, and with a "bang" it turned into a puff of black smoke, blocking the window, and turning the faculty lounge into a pitch black cloud like a nightmare.

Lonely? Aitch felt a sense of coldness. The experience of being a child, and the time he spent at Hogwarts, made Aitch afraid of being alone again, and that feeling was what he was afraid of. It's hard for Boggart to get that feeling.

"Funny funny!" The black curtain tore apart the beautiful fireworks and opened everyone's eyes.

The corners of Edge's mouth turned up, and he said to himself that he would not be lonely in the future.