After dinner in the evening, it was still relatively early, and Harry and Hermione chose to visit Hagrid.
The kennel outside Hagrid's hut was empty, but the lights were on inside the cabin.
Harley knocked on the door. After a while, Hagrid shouted roughly: "Come in."
The two pushed the door open and entered the room, seeing Hagrid wiping the table.
The bed behind Hagrid was clean, and he had stuffed the mattress and clothes into an old wooden suitcase.
His hunting dog Yaya was lying on the ground drinking milk, while Blake didn't even look at the milk next to him, but looked at Hagrid worriedly, and his tail stopped wagging.
After seeing Harry, Hagrid subconsciously covered up the dusty large wine barrels behind him and forced a smile:
"Harry, Hermione, are you two here?"
Hagrid's voice was full of sadness, and even Fang raised his head and whimpered.
Black licked Hagrid's hand, then slid over to Harry's side.
Although I sympathize with my old friend, my old friend is not as important as my goddaughter.
"I think this is probably a brand new record." Hagrid threw away the rag in despair and slumped down on the chair.
"Never...I don't think I've ever been a professor for just one day, and I did that."
"I will definitely be fired and lose my job as gamekeeper and keykeeper."
"The school directors also knew about this... They thought I was too rash... I should have chosen simple animals like the Flobber caterpillar first."
"This is all my fault."
Hermione tried to comfort Hagrid, saying that Malfoy's injury was not serious.
And this is just a normal teaching accident. Other professors have had more serious accidents than this.
For example, explosions often occurred in Professor Snape's classes. Even if Seamus and Neville were separated, it would not be much better.
But Hagrid still looked sad: "But it was Malfoy who was injured this time!"
"And I made such a big fuss in the first class. It's really inappropriate... It's definitely a brand new record in Hogwarts!"
He blew his nose hard and his eyes were a little red.
Harry sighed, Hagrid was really worrying too much.
Just as she analyzed to Hermione in the afternoon, as long as Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything, no one could expel Hagrid from Hogwarts.
And with Lucius's political literacy, he is absolutely aware of this matter.
So the old Malfoy could at most disgust Dumbledore a little, and then he would stop targeting Hagrid.
What Hagrid should be worried about right now is the hippogriff called Buckbeak.
After all, although it is the private property of Hogwarts, it is also within the jurisdiction of the Office of Beasts, Alien and Ghosts.
And when it hurts someone, the Dangerous Animals Committee has an excuse to step in!
When Hagrid learned about Harley's opinion, he immediately stopped being sad.
His own expulsion was the punishment he thought he deserved, but if Buckbeak was harmed, Hagrid would be very sad.
Especially in Hagrid's opinion, Buckbeak might be harmed all because of himself.
But Hermione tried to comfort Hagrid: "It's okay. If anything happens to Buckbeak, you can write to us."
"We will help you find a solution together."
…
Hagrid wrote the next day.
He was indeed not expelled, but received a disciplinary action like his predecessors.
Although he changed from a formal teacher to a probationary teacher, Hagrid was very happy.
As long as he was not allowed to leave Hogwarts, his only home, Hagrid would be happy even if there was no salary.
Besides, Professor Kelt was on probation for sixty-two years, received sixty-three sanctions, and became a full-time employee just when he was about to retire in the last year.
As for Buckbeak, there is no bad news yet. This made Hagrid even more excited.
Harry no longer cared about this matter, after all, she was very busy this semester.
Harry has agreed to the invitations from Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club and Professor Flitwick's Charms Club.
And Professor Snape will definitely not let Harry go, and will definitely continue to find reasons to "confine" her.
Coupled with various elective courses and the weekend exploration and development plan for the Forbidden Forest, Harry's task was no easier than that of Hermione, who had chosen five courses.
Thursday morning was the first Potions class of the term.
After calling the names, Professor Snape looked at the little wizards with a gloomy face:
"The difficulty of the potions we will learn this semester will be raised to a higher level."
"I'm very happy about this. After all, it's a torture to watch you making those ordinary potions with so many mistakes."
"Although you will make more mistakes when brewing a slightly more difficult potion, at least making a mistake when brewing the shrinking potion is much better than telling the truth about an explosion when brewing a boil cure potion."
As he said that, Professor Snape glanced at Seamus expressionlessly, scaring him so much that he subconsciously pinched his thigh.
"I think you all know that Harley represented Hogwarts and won the Wizarding School Potions Championship this holiday season."
"Of course, I don't expect you all to be as talented in potions as she is."
"But I hope that you can at least use your brains when studying and remember what you have learned..."
Professor Snape paused again, looking around the entire classroom.
Ron and Neville, who were sitting in the back row, trembled subconsciously, while Seamus tried to stay calm while thinking about how to avoid explosions during horseback riding.
The other Gryffindors also shrank their heads, and the Slytherins let out strange chuckles.
"...So we will not review this lesson, but directly start a new lesson, Shrinking Potion."
Professor Snape lazily waved his wand, and the recipe for the shrink potion appeared on the blackboard.
"Shrinking potion, a magic potion that can make the drinker's body smaller or transform into a younger form..."
Professor Snape quickly mentioned a few key points, and then tapped on the blackboard:
"That's all I have to say. As for more content, I think as third-grade students, you should be able to understand the sentences in the textbook."
"Of course, it would be a pity if your IQ is not above the average."
"Start configuration now, the deadline is until the end of get out of class!"
It was obvious that Professor Snape was not in a good mood, and he didn't know who provoked him.
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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the reward!)
(ps. Found a small bug. The first day of school was September 2, 1993, and the calendar was Thursday.
But in the original book, there was no Potions class on that day, but in the chapter "The Boggart in the Wardrobe", there was a Potions class on Thursday morning.
Perhaps the original author didn't look at the calendar, so he moved the course on September 2nd to Monday. )
(End of chapter)
