In fact, Ron had sworn a second ago that Umbridge was a dutiful man who would come to Professor Binns to learn about the history of magic.

But he was wrong, and when they entered the classroom, there was only one teacher in front of them...... Professor Binns, floating a foot above his chair as usual, was preparing to continue his lecture on the monotonous and lengthy War of the Giants.

Van Lin was a little disappointed, he still overestimated Umbridge's determination, but it seemed like a thankless task to come and examine a ghost professor's class.

Harry was even more disappointed, playing with gold coins in his hand, if he hadn't been able to speak out loud in class, maybe the experiment would have worked well, but now Harry didn't even want to try to follow Binns's lecture ideas today. He scribbled idly on his parchment, ignoring Hao Min's frequent glares and pushes at him, and he didn't look up until a noticeable stabbing pain in his ribs annoyed him.

"What?"

Hermione pointed to the window, and Harry looked around to see Hedwig perched on the narrow edge of the window, staring at him through the thick glass window, a letter strapped to her leg.

Harry really couldn't figure it out, they had just had breakfast together, why didn't it deliver the letter at the same time as it usually did? many of his classmates recognized it.

"Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so pretty," Harry heard Lina sigh at Lavender. He glanced at Professor Binns, who was still reading his notes, as if he didn't notice that he was paying less attention than usual in the class.

Harry quietly left his seat, curled up, and sped through the rows of seats in the classroom to the window, where he slid the hook and slowly opened it.

He wanted Hedwig to stick out its feet so he could take the letter and let it fly back to the owl house. But by that time the window had been wide enough that Hedwig wished to fly in, so it cried out in loneliness.

Harry closed the window, glanced uneasily at the professor, curled up again, placed Hedwig on his shoulder, quickly returned to his seat, and transferred it to his lap again, untying the letter tied to its lap. It was only then that he suddenly noticed that Hedwig's feathers were strangely curled, some of them were down, and one of its wings was drooping.

"It's hurt!" Harry whispered, bending his head closer to it. Hermione and Van Lin leaned over to get closer, and Hermione even put down her quill pen.

"Look, there's something wrong with its wings here. Hedwig shuddered, and when Harry touched her wings, it couldn't help but jump lightly. Hedwig, with all her feathers standing up, looked at him reproachfully.

"Professor Binns," Harry said aloud, and everyone in the room turned to look at him, "I feel a little uncomfortable. ”

Professor Binns took his eyes off his notes and looked at Harry in astonishment, only to find a room full of people, as usual.

"Feeling unwell?" he repeated vaguely.

"It's not feeling well," Harry said with Hedwig behind his back and a determined step, "I think I need to rush to the hospital." ”

"Yes," Professor Binns said, visibly at a loss, "yes, yes, rush to the hospital, okay, you can go, then ......"

Before Professor Binns could finish his sentence, Harry quickly left.

As soon as he left the room, Harry put Hedwig back on his shoulder and hurried down the porch, stopping to think until he was out of Professor Binns' sight.

His first choice for treating Hedwig was, of course, Hagrid, but since he didn't know where Hagrid was, his only remaining option was to seek help from Professor Graplan. He peered out the window at the gloomy and windy land, where the cottage near Hagrid would not have her notice anyway, and if she wasn't teaching now, she might be in the department.

Harry walked downstairs, Hedwig swaying weakly over his shoulder, and from time to time let out a weak wail.

On both sides of the main door of the department is a stone beast decoration. As Harry approached the gate, one of the stone beasts said in a hoarse voice, "You should be in class now, little one." ”

"It's urgent. Harry was succinct.

"Oh, hurry, isn't it?" said the other stone beast in a shrill voice, "well, let's do our job, don't we?"

Harry knocked on the door, he heard footsteps, and the door opened, and he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

"You're not sentenced to another confinement, are you?" said Professor McGonagall at once, her square glasses shining with a warning light.

"I promise, no, Professor!" Harry hurriedly pleaded his case.

"Okay, then, why aren't you in your own class?"

"Obviously, it's because there's something urgent," the second stone beast said with his ugly face.

"I'm looking for Professor Graplan," Harry explained, "it's my owl, it's hurt. ”

"Wounded owl, huh?" said Professor Graplan, with a pipe in one hand and a daily prophet in the other, behind Professor McGonagall.

"Yes. Harry carefully lifted Hedwig from his shoulder, "It appears behind the other delivery owls, its wings become very strange, look." ”

Professor Grapeland gripped the pipe tightly with his teeth, then took Hedwig from Harry as Professor McGonagall watched.

"Well," said Graplan, her pipe bobbing back and forth as she spoke, "it looked like something had struck it." It's hard to imagine anything that could hurt it like this. Of course, the Demon Birds hunt birds from time to time, but Hagrid has trained Hogwarts to stop provoking owls. ”

Harry didn't want to know or care what a demon bird was, he just wanted to know if Hedwig could recover.

But Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with keen eyes and asked, "Do you know how far this owl has flew, Potter?"

"Well," said Harry, "it's about as far as London, I think." ”

Harry glanced at her quickly, and when he saw her brows furrowed, he knew that she had understood that "London" actually meant Sirius......

So whether Sirius revealed the news to him or not has become a debatable question.

"Reconstitution, Twelve. Professor Graplane pulled a monocle from her robes and slipped it into his own eye, examining Hedwig's wings up close.

"If you give it to me, I can get it back up quickly," Professor Grapeland said, "but she can't fly too far these days anyway." ”

"Yes, okay, thank you. Harry said, just then, the rest bell rang.

"No problem," said Professor Graplan, in a rough voice, and then returned to the department.

"Wait a minute, Graplan!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly shouted, "Potter's letter!"

"Oh, yes!" said Harry, almost forgetting the scroll of paper on Hedwig's lap.

Graplane handed the letter to Harry, and disappeared from the department with Hedwig.

Hedwig had been staring at Harry before she vanished, as if she couldn't believe he would leave it behind.

Harry felt a little weak, and was about to leave, only to be called back by Professor McGonagall.

"Potter!"

"Yes, Professor?"

She glanced up and down the porch, and students came out in both directions.

"Remember," she whispered quickly, looking at the scroll of paper in his hand, "that Hogwarts communication channel with the outside world will be well guarded, will you do that?"

"I ......," Harry was about to answer, but the students in the hallway had already swarmed him. Professor McGonagall nodded to him and withdrew from the department. Harry was left in the hospital by the bustling crowd.

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