Early on Sunday morning, Hermione walked through two feet of snow to Hagrid's hut.

Harry and Ron wanted to go together, but their accumulation of homework reached alarming heights, so they reluctantly stayed in the common room, trying to ignore the cheers outside, only Van Lin and Hermione went together.

In fact, the students were enjoying ice skating and sledding on the frozen river, and even more annoyingly, they were magically sending snowballs up the Gryffindor Tower, slamming them into the windows.

"It's annoying!" Ron growled, finally losing his patience and sticking his head out of the window, "I'm a prefect, and another snowball hits this window—ouch!"

He immediately retracted his head, his face covered in snow.

"It's Fred and George," Ron grumbled, slamming the window behind him, "...... bastard"

Hermione and Van Lin had returned from Hagrid's cabin just before lunch, shivering slightly, their robes wet from the knee down.

"How's it going?" Ron looked up as she entered, "have you planned all of his classes?"

"Anyway, I tried," she replied sullenly, and sat down in the chair next to Harry. She drew her wand and swung it in a few intricate strokes, a burst of heat pouring out of the end of the wand, and she pressed it against the robe, which dried, as the vapor evaporated.

"He wasn't there when I arrived with Van Lin, and I knocked on the door for at least half an hour before I finally saw him clumsily come out of the forest—"

Harry groaned, "The creatures in the Forbidden Forest are all likely to be the reason for Hagrid's dismissal. ”

"What did he keep in there? did he say?" asked Harry.

"No," Hermione replied frustratedly. He said he wanted to treat them as a surprise. I tried to explain Umbridge to him, but he just didn't understand. He always said that no normal person would want to learn an amoeba and not learn a fire-spitter - oh, I don't think he would actually get a fire-spitter. ”

Seeing Harry and Ron's horrified expressions, Hermione added, "From what he said about the difficulty of taking the egg, it's not like he hasn't tried it. I don't know how many times I told him that it was best to follow Grassland's lesson plan, but honestly I don't think he even listened to half of what I said. You know, he's in a weird state right now. He still wouldn't say how he had been hurt so much, but Van Lin said it was Hagrid's willingness, and I guess it was his brother......"

At breakfast the next day, Hagrid's presence at the faculty table was not warmly welcomed by the entire class.

Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, shouted with joy, ran between the Greenffindor and Hufflepuff tables, rushing forward to grab Hagrid's big hand, while others, like Susan and Clare, exchanged a gloomy look and shook their heads.

Harry knew that many of his classmates liked Professor Graplan's class, and the worst part was that there was a small unbiased part of his mind that knew they had a valid reason: Graplan's concept of an interesting lesson was that no one in the class was in danger of losing their heads.

On Tuesday, with concerns about Hagrid, Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione went to Hagrid together, wrapped in a thick package to fight the bitter cold.

Harry was worried not only about what Hagrid decided to teach them, but also about the performance of the rest of the classmates, especially Malve's gang, if Umbridge was present.

However, the Supreme Prosecutor unexpectedly did not show up, as they struggled through the snow towards Hagrid, who was standing at the edge of the forest waiting for them.

Hagrid's presence didn't reassure them: Saturday's purple bruises had now turned a pale yellow-green, and some of the cuts looked like they were dripping blood.

Harry didn't understand: Was Hagrid attacked by some creature - perhaps, the creature's venom prevented the wound from healing, or was it really his brother Glopp, as Van Lin said?

As if in favor of this ominous imagination, Hagrid seemed to carry half a dead cow on his shoulder.

"We're here today!" Hagrid happily told the students, gesturing to the black grove behind him. "Besides, they prefer the dark ...... too."

"What likes the dark?" Harry heard Malfoy screaming to Clathrough and Goyle, and there was a little panic in his voice.

"What he says he likes the dark - do you hear me?"

Harry remembered the only time Malfoy had entered the forest, and he wasn't brave at the time. He smiled: after the Quidic race, he was satisfied with anything that made Malf uncomfortable.

"Are you ready?" Hagrid asked happily as he walked around his classmates. "Okay, then, I've prepared a field trip into the forest for your fifth year. I thought we could observe these creatures in their natural habitat. Now, the creatures we're going to learn about today are very rare, and I think I'm probably the only one in England who can domesticate them—"

"Are you sure they're really tamed?" Malfoy asked, the panic in his tone now more pronounced. "It's just not the first time you've brought wild animals to class, has it?"

The Slytherins muttered approvingly, and some of the Gryffindors seemed to think Malfoy had a point.

"Of course they're tamed," Hagrid said, his face sinking and lifting the ox a little higher on his shoulder.

"So, what's the matter with your face?" asked Malf.

"Mind your own business!" Hagrid said angrily. "Now that you're done asking stupid questions, follow me!" he turned and strode into the forest.

No one seemed to want to go with him. Harry glanced at Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione, and a few of them sighed and nodded faintly, and then the four of them led the class out with Hagrid.

They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees were unusually dense and dark as dusk, and there was not a trace of blood on the ground.

With a soft grunt, Hagrid threw the half cow on the ground, stepped back, and then faced his students again, most of whom crept up to him from bush to bush, looking nervously around as if they might be attacked at any moment.

"Come here, come here," Hagrid encouraged everyone. "Now, they're going to be attracted to the smell of raw meat, but I'm going to call them out first, they'll love to know it's my ...... first."

He turned, shook his shaggy head, tried to shake the hair off his face, and let out a strange, creepy cry that echoed through the black woods, like some strange birdsong.

No one was laughing, they seemed to be too frightened to make a sound. Hagrid let out another scream. A minute passed, and the students were still nervously looking around, trying to catch the first glimpse of the animals that came by. Then, as Hagrid tossed his hair back for the third time and widened his ribcage, Harry nudged Ron lightly, pointing to the black gap between the two multitubulous yew trees.

A pair of expressionless, white, glowing eyes glittered and grew larger in the darkness, and in a moment a fierce face, neck, and the skeletal body of a winged black horse emerged from the darkness. It scrutinized the class for a few seconds, flicking its long black ponytail, then lowered its head and began to tear pieces of flesh off the dead cow with its fangs.