Chapter 292
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 292
Harry felt that he was in a dream now, and no matter what he did, he felt light and light.
—He actually stayed at Hogwarts.
Although now Hogwarts Castle is full of wizards walking around, and various house elves floating inside and outside the castle, dismantling and repairing the entire castle.
—and it would be nice not to have to face the Dursleys.
He wished this could go on forever.
Even if you have to do a lot of homework assigned by the professors, it is worth it.
It was almost noon now, and Harry and MacGuffin Albert were writing papers in the library.
On a long table not far away, there are steaming bread, grilled sausages, baked potatoes...
(I don't know what McGuffin Albert did, but he got Professor McGonagall's permission to let them eat here...)
These items were sent by the house-elves who worked in the Hogwarts kitchens.
However, he still finished writing the paper in his hand first, and McGuffin had already finished writing it two days ago.
Harry put his head on his hands and opened a book - A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.
There are a lot of books and materials for reference beside him, and relying on these...he is finally about to finish the article entitled "The Practice of Burning Witches in the Fourteenth Century Is Totally Pointless—Discussion Draft".
He didn't know how Hermione and Ron handled these papers without these materials, anyway, he felt that it was difficult for him to utter a word.
Harry, he could already imagine the reaction of his other good friend, Ron Weasley,
—Ron, with his red hair and freckled face with a long nose, must have a dazed and confused look on his face when facing these papers.
I can also imagine Hermione's bluffing voice, she will definitely widen her eyes, show them the homework she has finished, and then pretend to be indifferent and say it's nothing, but there is expectation in her eyes - I hope he will praise her quickly.
Harry chuckled.
Even that perverted fourteenth-century witch 'Wendelin the Soothsayer' who was always captured by Muggles in various make-up forms didn't care much about being burned.
The witch...Harry hadn't been able to fit it comfortably into his paper.
But she is a prime example, an essential argument for writing this essay.
Harry bit the end of his pen, thinking.
——Still clueless, I can only let it go gently.
The aroma of the food next to him has already stimulated his stomach to secrete acidic water, and the saliva in his mouth even drowned his tongue.
Gollum!
—Forget it, let’s eat first and then talk.
In fact, it was mainly because MacGuffin, who was writing the dissertation for Transfiguration class on the other side, had already put down his pen and went to the other side to start eating lunch.
This made Harry couldn't bear it anymore.
He also ran to the table over there and started.
"McGuffin, don't tell Madam Ping about this, otherwise... we're done!"
He shuddered.
McGuffin naturally understood and nodded quickly.
— Mrs. Pince is the caretaker of the Hogwarts library.
Because of the basilisk incident, he is still being petrified together with other little wizards.
(Originally, the victims of these basilisks were all transferred to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, but for some reason, they were all left here.
It is said that they are afraid of something unexpected...
Anyway, Harry could still meet the Weasleys and Mrs. Percy, but it was a pity that Ron couldn't come with him. (They used the temporarily opened Floo powder channel. Other wizards who repaired Hogwarts Castle already used a lot of materials through a large Floo powder channel.)
It was a little bad that he would of course be able to run into the Malfoys as well.
But the strange thing is that this couple is not so arrogant, but after meeting Harry, their eyes are evasive...
This made Harry a little strange, and couldn't help but think of that meeting with Dumbledore, and the strange reason for keeping him and McGuffin)
Anyway, Madam Pince and the other little wizards are still staying at Madam Pomfrey's—that is, the school hospital.
It will take another two months for the anti-petrochemical potion of the Mandrake to be ready.
It was also because of this that Harry and McGuffin dared to do this in the library now, otherwise, they would have been kicked out by Mrs. Pince long ago.
However, they were actually just going to do their homework after eating at the other table.
It was because Harry wanted to take this opportunity to finish all the papers, so even when he returned to the Dursleys later, he didn't have to be too afraid of failing to finish his homework.
McGuffin... for some reason, he was even more anxious than Harry,
During the few days when the other students left Hogwarts, they all stayed in the library and didn't even visit Hogwarts Castle where there were only the two of them.
Moreover, McGuffin has already completed the thesis related to the burning of witches in the Middle Ages, and now he is working on another thesis assigned by Professor McGonagall - "On the Differences and Similarities in the Spellcasting Structure of Living Body Transformation and Foreign Object Transformation".
Harry reckoned that he was almost done with this one, too.
It is estimated that he only has the most annoying paper on [Slimming Potion] left.
That was arranged by Snape.
This paper was as annoying as Professor Snape himself, and Harry took a second or so look at it before deciding to save it for his last.
At least wait for McGuffin to finish first, and refer to it.
— bang bang!
--Snapped!Snapped!
There was a sound of knocking outside.
Harry knew it was the wizards and house-elves from the Ministry of Magic Maintenance who were repairing the entire castle, removing some of the cracked walls...some even load-bearing stone pillars, and replacing them with new ones.
Not only that……
Originally, Hogwarts would undergo an overall overhaul and renovation every 100 years, that is, in 1999.
But after the 'earthquake', Professor Dumbledore felt that it would be better to take this opportunity to start the century-old overhaul of Hogwarts Castle ahead of schedule!
so now……
Those walls, glass, portraits, and even some magical decorations must be re-examined and changed by the agency.
Harry hoped that some of the magical passages would not change too much, after all they had just been considered senior students and had adapted to the maze of corridors and stairs at Hogwarts.
——Be able to clearly know which steps of the spiral staircase will suddenly disappear, which staircase will turn to which corridor at what time...
If it was really like what I heard from Hagrid, they would fall into the situation where they couldn't find their way when they first came to Hogwarts school, and it would be even more unlucky. I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to get the correct answer from other students this time.
Harry carefully cut off a piece of sausage with a knife and stuffed it into his mouth.
The spicy flavors are just right.
After chewing twice, it was swallowed hard from the throat.
Harry felt he couldn't go any further.With all his strength, he pushed the remaining sausage to the other side, touched his swollen belly, and leaned on the chair unwilling to move.
The original state of wanting to write a dissertation immediately has been completely overwhelmed by the feeling of satiety.
All he wanted now was to lie in bed and sleep.
--belch!
McGuffin was also a little bit full, and seeing Harry next to him doing the same, he couldn't help suggesting to go to Hagrid for a walk.
"it is good!"
Harry agreed too, thinking it was a good idea, too.
So the two of them walked through the castle, which was piled up with building materials, and walked out of the oak gate.
They walked slowly on the lawn.
Not far away, the two saw that Professor Sprout was arguing with some wizards at the original site of the third greenhouse, arguing about what kind of greenhouse to build to better accommodate the arrival of new plants.
"I don't need the old fashioned..."
"My Merlin! Even the Muggles are better than us now,...don't try to fool me with those old models..."
Professor Sprout was arguing with a very small wizard, who was almost jumping about a size bigger than Professor Flitwick.
The voice is so loud... Even without using magic, the two of them could hear clearly.
Harry and McGuffin took the initiative to go a little farther, and made a big circle to Hagrid's cabin.
Behind Hagrid's hut, the two of them could see centaurs and some other creatures flashing by from time to time.
The Forbidden Forest looks like a burnt pie, with all kinds of scorching marks here and there.
In the depths of the originally bare forest, from time to time, some tree trunks with scorched skins can be seen standing in the depths.
The aftermath of what happened in the Forbidden Forest not long ago... is still fermenting.
The magical animals in the depths of the Forbidden Forest had to migrate to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, near the castle to obtain food and survive.
Harry even saw a tailless unicorn make its appearance, and it flashed past very lightly.
It brought back some bad memories for him.
In addition, there are some big guys, a monster that looks like a mixture of a lion and an eagle is also eating nearby... In short, all kinds of weird, big and small magical animals appear around here.
Hagrid's hut exists under such circumstances.
Harry took two quick steps nervously, and knocked on the door, but there was no response.
"He didn't go out, did he?" Harry squatted in front of the small square window and looked inside.
"Harry! MacGuffin!"
The two looked around following the sound.
Hagrid shouted from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, carrying a giant tin bucket (the size of a trash can) and wearing a big, stunning gray apron.
Wearing leather gloves, he reached into the giant iron bucket from time to time, grabbed a large amount of bloody things that were almost mosaic, and threw them into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
That is?
Intestines...belly?
Harry and McGuffin were a little uneasy.
In their impression, although Hagrid has a violent temper, impulsive and reckless personality, and his preferences are very different from others (like big and amazing monsters), in fact he is very gentle in his heart, and he is a rare kind person.
Is their very close friend.
As far as they knew, Hagrid had no potential to become a cold-blooded murderer at all.
But this?
As the two of them approached step by step, they found that those things were indeed what they thought they were...
—Intestines, fresh meat... bloody.
Hagrid grabbed a handful of them, and continued to sprinkle blood and flesh under the trees in the Forbidden Forest.
His clothes and apron were stained with blood.
As the two approached, the stench of blood began to rush into the nostrils.
Moreover, there was a sound of baji baji in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
This is clearly entering the horror flick scene.
This guy, Hagrid, has raised some horrible monster again, right?
Harry shuddered, stopped quickly, and McGuffin and McGuffin looked at each other in horror.
shouted a few meters away from Hagrid,
"Hagrid, what the hell are you doing?"
Hagrid turned around, out of the way.
McGuffin understood, he saw a creature that Harry couldn't see.
Hagrid understood Harry's expression. He smiled, put down the barrel, pointed to the ground of a thicker tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and said, "I'm taking care of thestrals?"
Harry looked at nothing.
Only the bare tree, intestines, and bloody flesh...
Wait, wait a minute!
what is that?
Harry's eyes widened.
A piece of intestine is pulled up by the volley and disappears continuously,
- Shout out!
A large portion disappeared in an instant, leaving only a little bit still swaying in mid-air.
The piece of fresh meat dripping with blood was also torn in half in mid-air... as if a monster it saw was biting it.
McGuffin's eyes widened too.
But he was surprised by something else.
For some reason, he was apparently able not only to see thestrals, but also to distinguish these creatures... who was who!
For example, the Thestral with a piece of meat in its mouth was the last time school started, and they were asked to do a roller coaster, and let McGuffin enjoy the scene dubbed by Mr. Zhao (spring is here, everything is here...a season).
Of course, it was also the Thestral who responded to his own call in the Hogwarts underground passage, pulled a carriage and brought himself to the mouth of the basilisk, and then escaped...
Good guy!
I didn't expect this guy to be here, and the female Thestral he was courting...
what?
To ask why McGuffin can distinguish between male and female...
Is it?
—Don't think about it!
McGuffin just caught a glimpse of the female Thestral with a big belly, obviously that day...
One hit.
Forehead!Anyway, everyone understands.
Cough!
Anyway...
After a moment of shock, Hagrid finally fed all the pieces of meat in his hand to the Thestrals.
(There are about five or six of them here. It seems that this is the Thestral group of Hogwarts.)
"Okay, this should be enough for them to eat for two days..."
Hagrid patted his apron, only to realize that he was covered in blood.
He frowned and yelled.
"Please, do me a favor! MacGuffin! Harry! Look at me..."
"Clean up!"
McGuffin hurriedly took out his wand to wipe away the blood and the smell of blood all over his body.
"Thanks!"
Hagrid led them back to the hut, hung the apron and gloves on the wall outside the hut, and opened the door.
With a creak the door opened.
Fang rushed out, pounced on Harry, and licked Harry's messy hair with his big, drooling tongue.
Like applying hairspray.
Hagrid chuckled, went back to the hut, washed his hands, and started preparing his traditional three-piece suit again.
——Lactose that is so sticky that you can hardly open your mouth, rock cakes that can knock your jaw off when you bite your teeth, and quirky traditional British tea.
In short, in order to divert Hagrid's attention, we will not try this invincible 'three-piece suit' again
McGuffin hurriedly asked Hagrid, "Hagrid, do you know why Professor Dumbledore only kept Harry and me in school?"
(End of this chapter)
Harry felt that he was in a dream now, and no matter what he did, he felt light and light.
—He actually stayed at Hogwarts.
Although now Hogwarts Castle is full of wizards walking around, and various house elves floating inside and outside the castle, dismantling and repairing the entire castle.
—and it would be nice not to have to face the Dursleys.
He wished this could go on forever.
Even if you have to do a lot of homework assigned by the professors, it is worth it.
It was almost noon now, and Harry and MacGuffin Albert were writing papers in the library.
On a long table not far away, there are steaming bread, grilled sausages, baked potatoes...
(I don't know what McGuffin Albert did, but he got Professor McGonagall's permission to let them eat here...)
These items were sent by the house-elves who worked in the Hogwarts kitchens.
However, he still finished writing the paper in his hand first, and McGuffin had already finished writing it two days ago.
Harry put his head on his hands and opened a book - A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.
There are a lot of books and materials for reference beside him, and relying on these...he is finally about to finish the article entitled "The Practice of Burning Witches in the Fourteenth Century Is Totally Pointless—Discussion Draft".
He didn't know how Hermione and Ron handled these papers without these materials, anyway, he felt that it was difficult for him to utter a word.
Harry, he could already imagine the reaction of his other good friend, Ron Weasley,
—Ron, with his red hair and freckled face with a long nose, must have a dazed and confused look on his face when facing these papers.
I can also imagine Hermione's bluffing voice, she will definitely widen her eyes, show them the homework she has finished, and then pretend to be indifferent and say it's nothing, but there is expectation in her eyes - I hope he will praise her quickly.
Harry chuckled.
Even that perverted fourteenth-century witch 'Wendelin the Soothsayer' who was always captured by Muggles in various make-up forms didn't care much about being burned.
The witch...Harry hadn't been able to fit it comfortably into his paper.
But she is a prime example, an essential argument for writing this essay.
Harry bit the end of his pen, thinking.
——Still clueless, I can only let it go gently.
The aroma of the food next to him has already stimulated his stomach to secrete acidic water, and the saliva in his mouth even drowned his tongue.
Gollum!
—Forget it, let’s eat first and then talk.
In fact, it was mainly because MacGuffin, who was writing the dissertation for Transfiguration class on the other side, had already put down his pen and went to the other side to start eating lunch.
This made Harry couldn't bear it anymore.
He also ran to the table over there and started.
"McGuffin, don't tell Madam Ping about this, otherwise... we're done!"
He shuddered.
McGuffin naturally understood and nodded quickly.
— Mrs. Pince is the caretaker of the Hogwarts library.
Because of the basilisk incident, he is still being petrified together with other little wizards.
(Originally, the victims of these basilisks were all transferred to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, but for some reason, they were all left here.
It is said that they are afraid of something unexpected...
Anyway, Harry could still meet the Weasleys and Mrs. Percy, but it was a pity that Ron couldn't come with him. (They used the temporarily opened Floo powder channel. Other wizards who repaired Hogwarts Castle already used a lot of materials through a large Floo powder channel.)
It was a little bad that he would of course be able to run into the Malfoys as well.
But the strange thing is that this couple is not so arrogant, but after meeting Harry, their eyes are evasive...
This made Harry a little strange, and couldn't help but think of that meeting with Dumbledore, and the strange reason for keeping him and McGuffin)
Anyway, Madam Pince and the other little wizards are still staying at Madam Pomfrey's—that is, the school hospital.
It will take another two months for the anti-petrochemical potion of the Mandrake to be ready.
It was also because of this that Harry and McGuffin dared to do this in the library now, otherwise, they would have been kicked out by Mrs. Pince long ago.
However, they were actually just going to do their homework after eating at the other table.
It was because Harry wanted to take this opportunity to finish all the papers, so even when he returned to the Dursleys later, he didn't have to be too afraid of failing to finish his homework.
McGuffin... for some reason, he was even more anxious than Harry,
During the few days when the other students left Hogwarts, they all stayed in the library and didn't even visit Hogwarts Castle where there were only the two of them.
Moreover, McGuffin has already completed the thesis related to the burning of witches in the Middle Ages, and now he is working on another thesis assigned by Professor McGonagall - "On the Differences and Similarities in the Spellcasting Structure of Living Body Transformation and Foreign Object Transformation".
Harry reckoned that he was almost done with this one, too.
It is estimated that he only has the most annoying paper on [Slimming Potion] left.
That was arranged by Snape.
This paper was as annoying as Professor Snape himself, and Harry took a second or so look at it before deciding to save it for his last.
At least wait for McGuffin to finish first, and refer to it.
— bang bang!
--Snapped!Snapped!
There was a sound of knocking outside.
Harry knew it was the wizards and house-elves from the Ministry of Magic Maintenance who were repairing the entire castle, removing some of the cracked walls...some even load-bearing stone pillars, and replacing them with new ones.
Not only that……
Originally, Hogwarts would undergo an overall overhaul and renovation every 100 years, that is, in 1999.
But after the 'earthquake', Professor Dumbledore felt that it would be better to take this opportunity to start the century-old overhaul of Hogwarts Castle ahead of schedule!
so now……
Those walls, glass, portraits, and even some magical decorations must be re-examined and changed by the agency.
Harry hoped that some of the magical passages would not change too much, after all they had just been considered senior students and had adapted to the maze of corridors and stairs at Hogwarts.
——Be able to clearly know which steps of the spiral staircase will suddenly disappear, which staircase will turn to which corridor at what time...
If it was really like what I heard from Hagrid, they would fall into the situation where they couldn't find their way when they first came to Hogwarts school, and it would be even more unlucky. I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to get the correct answer from other students this time.
Harry carefully cut off a piece of sausage with a knife and stuffed it into his mouth.
The spicy flavors are just right.
After chewing twice, it was swallowed hard from the throat.
Harry felt he couldn't go any further.With all his strength, he pushed the remaining sausage to the other side, touched his swollen belly, and leaned on the chair unwilling to move.
The original state of wanting to write a dissertation immediately has been completely overwhelmed by the feeling of satiety.
All he wanted now was to lie in bed and sleep.
--belch!
McGuffin was also a little bit full, and seeing Harry next to him doing the same, he couldn't help suggesting to go to Hagrid for a walk.
"it is good!"
Harry agreed too, thinking it was a good idea, too.
So the two of them walked through the castle, which was piled up with building materials, and walked out of the oak gate.
They walked slowly on the lawn.
Not far away, the two saw that Professor Sprout was arguing with some wizards at the original site of the third greenhouse, arguing about what kind of greenhouse to build to better accommodate the arrival of new plants.
"I don't need the old fashioned..."
"My Merlin! Even the Muggles are better than us now,...don't try to fool me with those old models..."
Professor Sprout was arguing with a very small wizard, who was almost jumping about a size bigger than Professor Flitwick.
The voice is so loud... Even without using magic, the two of them could hear clearly.
Harry and McGuffin took the initiative to go a little farther, and made a big circle to Hagrid's cabin.
Behind Hagrid's hut, the two of them could see centaurs and some other creatures flashing by from time to time.
The Forbidden Forest looks like a burnt pie, with all kinds of scorching marks here and there.
In the depths of the originally bare forest, from time to time, some tree trunks with scorched skins can be seen standing in the depths.
The aftermath of what happened in the Forbidden Forest not long ago... is still fermenting.
The magical animals in the depths of the Forbidden Forest had to migrate to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, near the castle to obtain food and survive.
Harry even saw a tailless unicorn make its appearance, and it flashed past very lightly.
It brought back some bad memories for him.
In addition, there are some big guys, a monster that looks like a mixture of a lion and an eagle is also eating nearby... In short, all kinds of weird, big and small magical animals appear around here.
Hagrid's hut exists under such circumstances.
Harry took two quick steps nervously, and knocked on the door, but there was no response.
"He didn't go out, did he?" Harry squatted in front of the small square window and looked inside.
"Harry! MacGuffin!"
The two looked around following the sound.
Hagrid shouted from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, carrying a giant tin bucket (the size of a trash can) and wearing a big, stunning gray apron.
Wearing leather gloves, he reached into the giant iron bucket from time to time, grabbed a large amount of bloody things that were almost mosaic, and threw them into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
That is?
Intestines...belly?
Harry and McGuffin were a little uneasy.
In their impression, although Hagrid has a violent temper, impulsive and reckless personality, and his preferences are very different from others (like big and amazing monsters), in fact he is very gentle in his heart, and he is a rare kind person.
Is their very close friend.
As far as they knew, Hagrid had no potential to become a cold-blooded murderer at all.
But this?
As the two of them approached step by step, they found that those things were indeed what they thought they were...
—Intestines, fresh meat... bloody.
Hagrid grabbed a handful of them, and continued to sprinkle blood and flesh under the trees in the Forbidden Forest.
His clothes and apron were stained with blood.
As the two approached, the stench of blood began to rush into the nostrils.
Moreover, there was a sound of baji baji in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
This is clearly entering the horror flick scene.
This guy, Hagrid, has raised some horrible monster again, right?
Harry shuddered, stopped quickly, and McGuffin and McGuffin looked at each other in horror.
shouted a few meters away from Hagrid,
"Hagrid, what the hell are you doing?"
Hagrid turned around, out of the way.
McGuffin understood, he saw a creature that Harry couldn't see.
Hagrid understood Harry's expression. He smiled, put down the barrel, pointed to the ground of a thicker tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and said, "I'm taking care of thestrals?"
Harry looked at nothing.
Only the bare tree, intestines, and bloody flesh...
Wait, wait a minute!
what is that?
Harry's eyes widened.
A piece of intestine is pulled up by the volley and disappears continuously,
- Shout out!
A large portion disappeared in an instant, leaving only a little bit still swaying in mid-air.
The piece of fresh meat dripping with blood was also torn in half in mid-air... as if a monster it saw was biting it.
McGuffin's eyes widened too.
But he was surprised by something else.
For some reason, he was apparently able not only to see thestrals, but also to distinguish these creatures... who was who!
For example, the Thestral with a piece of meat in its mouth was the last time school started, and they were asked to do a roller coaster, and let McGuffin enjoy the scene dubbed by Mr. Zhao (spring is here, everything is here...a season).
Of course, it was also the Thestral who responded to his own call in the Hogwarts underground passage, pulled a carriage and brought himself to the mouth of the basilisk, and then escaped...
Good guy!
I didn't expect this guy to be here, and the female Thestral he was courting...
what?
To ask why McGuffin can distinguish between male and female...
Is it?
—Don't think about it!
McGuffin just caught a glimpse of the female Thestral with a big belly, obviously that day...
One hit.
Forehead!Anyway, everyone understands.
Cough!
Anyway...
After a moment of shock, Hagrid finally fed all the pieces of meat in his hand to the Thestrals.
(There are about five or six of them here. It seems that this is the Thestral group of Hogwarts.)
"Okay, this should be enough for them to eat for two days..."
Hagrid patted his apron, only to realize that he was covered in blood.
He frowned and yelled.
"Please, do me a favor! MacGuffin! Harry! Look at me..."
"Clean up!"
McGuffin hurriedly took out his wand to wipe away the blood and the smell of blood all over his body.
"Thanks!"
Hagrid led them back to the hut, hung the apron and gloves on the wall outside the hut, and opened the door.
With a creak the door opened.
Fang rushed out, pounced on Harry, and licked Harry's messy hair with his big, drooling tongue.
Like applying hairspray.
Hagrid chuckled, went back to the hut, washed his hands, and started preparing his traditional three-piece suit again.
——Lactose that is so sticky that you can hardly open your mouth, rock cakes that can knock your jaw off when you bite your teeth, and quirky traditional British tea.
In short, in order to divert Hagrid's attention, we will not try this invincible 'three-piece suit' again
McGuffin hurriedly asked Hagrid, "Hagrid, do you know why Professor Dumbledore only kept Harry and me in school?"
(End of this chapter)
