Forbidden forest.
A huge fur ball fell from the sky and hit the pothole in front of him heavily.
The surroundings of this pothole are smooth and have withstood countless hits.
The huge Zouwu fell from the sky and ran up to John with his fur ball, hoping that he would play with him.
John used object-taking magic to grab the fur ball and threw it far away.
The mane on Zuowu's neck was shiny, and his body went into the space tunnel to catch the hair ball where it landed.
After going back and forth like this several times, Zuowu became more and more excited.
John rubbed his sore arms and said helplessly, "That's it for today."
"Hululu~"
Zuowu purred and moved his head closer to John.
John patted its big head, signaling that he was leaving first.
"Stop harming the Thestrals. They won't dare to come near here."
The Yeqi lives in the Forbidden Forest, so it is only needed when school starts, and is free most of the time.
Zou Wu liked to scare the Thestrals very much. Some Thestrals would be so frightened that they would attack. At that time, Zuowu would run away.
This kind of despicable behavior is very much like a big cat.
Since Hagrid was temporarily absent, John had to come back and take on the task of raising Zou Wu.
Although it doesn't matter if Zuowu is free-range, it can feed itself.
But such a big guy, if not restrained, can easily cause trouble to other creatures in the Forbidden Forest. m.
"Don't go to the centaurs, those guys have bad tempers."
Patiently admonishing Zou Wu, John used spiritual magic to soothe its restless heart due to separation.
Basil was standing on a tree, and under the tree Tom was trying to climb up.
One bird and one dog remained in a stalemate for two hours.
Really annoyed, Basil raised his wings and knocked down a wild fruit, hitting Tom on the head.
Tom became even more angry and barked to climb up.
Its dog claws climbed on the tree, scratching the bark to pieces.
"Okay, let's go back."
He whistled and called back the two little guys who were in a stalemate.
Basil flew to John's shoulder and landed, and Tom walked around John.
Zuowu looked back at John three times a step, and John waved to it.
A small Thestral ran up to John and stared at John with pupilless eyes.
John went up to check and saw a Thecranium feather growing out. He was surprised and said: "It is rare to see a Thecranium feather at your age."
After patting the little Thestral's head, John asked Basil to fly to Hagrid's hut and bring some meat over.
The bloody raw meat was placed in front of Xiao Yeqi, which was the price in exchange for Yeqi Yu.
It is also the tacit understanding between John and Yeqi.
Leaving with the raw meat, Xiao Yeqi returned to the tribe.
...
Today is Care of Magical Zoology.
As a substitute teacher, Professor Grapeland brought the bowtruckle.
This is a magical animal that is proficient in unlocking. On the black market, these little guys have a price but no market.
"Hogwarts is like a treasure, always able to bring people unexpected surprises."
The little branch-like guy stood in the palm of John's hand, as if pretending to be a real branch.
Harry was not in a good mood, he was eager to know where Hagrid was.
So he asked Professor Grapeland while everyone was choosing Bowtruckle food, and received a tough reply of "I don't know."
This made him a little annoyed, but he didn't let himself know.
When Malfoy passed him, there was something cold in his eyes.
Harry stared back unconvinced, and Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, knowing that they couldn't let Harry mess around now.
They blocked the passionate look between the two, and Hermione advised him, "If anything happens to Hagrid, Dumbledore will definitely know."
"Ouch!" Harry screamed in pain because he grabbed the Bowtruckle too hard and was scratched hard by the Bowtruckle.
Hermione's persuasion didn't make him feel better. He still had to go to solitary confinement and that annoying pink toad.
The greenhouse door of Herbology opens.
The fourth grade students walked out.
Luna and Ginny came out.
Today they have class together.
There is a fart sound in Luna's pocket, and the Snorlax appears in John's pocket.
He put his hand just in his pocket and felt a heavy hand.
Grabbing the curved-horned snorkel and taking it out, Malfoy immediately became alert.
After weighing the Bent-Horned Snorlax, John squinted his eyes and said, "You have become heavier and bigger."
The Snorlax was about to run into John's small bag when he heard this and mooed.
John thought it had something to do with the intake of magic power. He said thoughtfully: "Maybe I should give you some other food."
Just eating fruit won't make it grow, so John wanted to see if the Snorlax would grow.
He took a dragon fruit from the small bag and held it with its horn. The horned Snorlax farted again and left.
Thinking that the armor he took out from Lestrange was still there, John said something to Malfoy and others before heading to Hagrid's hut.
There was no difference between this place and the last time he left. Hagrid didn't even bother to repair the broken window glass.
Taking out the huge armor from the small bag, John took out his wand and waved it.
The huge armor combination is neatly placed on a shelf.
After everything was done, he left a letter to Hagrid.
Otherwise Hagrid would think a troll had taken up residence in his house and left a suit of armor behind.
Although this armor was modified by John.
Noticing something left in the stove, John narrowed his eyes.
The remaining thing was a corner of parchment, which seemed to be an unburned letter.
He stretched out his hand, and only a corner of the parchment flew into his hand.
John pinched the corner, lost in thought.
...
Harry was sentenced to solitary confinement for contradicting the investigating officer.
Even if you tell Professor McGonagall, there is nothing you can do about this matter.
Now that the Ministry of Magic has made it clear that it will intervene to rectify the situation, other professors are hard pressed to say anything.
In fact, it may not be a good thing, as Professor Flitwick said.
People like Trelawney, who were more liars than teachers, were also recruited by Dumbledore as teachers.
It is true that Trelawney does have a third eye, but the triggering state is a mystery, and she relies more on some psychological methods for teaching.
Only a talented person like John could be taught, while all the other students were completely confused.
Couldn't Dumbledore just keep people in Hogwarts?
Do you have to let him be the teacher?
Perhaps Dumbledore is not suitable as a principal. Many of the decisions he made did not consider the future of the students.
As a weapon to counterbalance Dumbledore, Umbridge has great authority at Hogwarts.
You can put students in solitary confinement, punish them for copying, or deduct points.
So it was reasonable for Harry to be in solitary confinement.
Professor McGonagall, as vice-chancellor, was unable to make changes.
But Professor McGonagall never imagined that Umbridge's confinement was not simple.
Arrive at five o'clock.
Harry walked into Umbridge's office.
Since she was not a professor, she had to arrange a new office.
Fortunately, there are a lot of empty rooms at Hogwarts.
When Harry walked in, he saw many different colored cat dishes.
The cats were wearing bows of various colors.
Harry felt sick.
He hoped that Umbridge would let him participate in Friday's Quidditch Keeper selection, but unfortunately he was refused.
Because Harry was spending a week in confinement.
Umbridge said coquettishly, "You are going to write a few sentences for me, Mr. Potter, and no, not with your quill."
She stopped Harry from taking out the quill, and instead held out a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip.
"I want you to write, I can't lie." She said softly.
Harry asked: "How many times do you write it?" No matter how many times you write it, as long as you can participate in the Quidditch selection.
"Keep writing until this sentence is engraved in your heart." Umbridge said in a cooing voice, with an inquiring expression. "Start writing."
Harry thought confinement was some sort of punishment, nothing more than copying.
He asked if there was any ink, but Umbridge told him that he didn't need any.
In the magical world, anything is possible.
Harry didn't go into details. He picked up the pen and started writing. The bright red ink appeared on the paper like blood.
As soon as he finished writing the first sentence, Harry gasped in pain.
On the back of his hand, a line of words appeared, as if scraped with a knife, bright red.
Soon the words disappeared and Harry looked up at Umbridge.
See that toad-like face with a disgusting smile.
"Write it."
...
Some people died, but not completely...
