Some things would get better and better with the passage of time, while some things were a cycle that would return to the original place with the passage of time.
But the world spirals upward, and although the cycle goes back and forth, it is always better than before.
In the end, the things that were hidden in the dark and unknown became very important pillars of support.
It is a very big play, and when it is time to go down, someone will go down. It is arranged, but sometimes accidents happen, which is also under the control of Jon, the director, because those who are performing do not know those who are kept in the dark, and there are some "actors" who do what he wants.
After all, his original idea was The Truman Show.
...
On Sunday morning, Hermione walked through two feet of snow to Hagrid's cottage.
Harry and Ron wanted to go with her, but their "homework mountain" had increased to a frightening height, so they reluctantly stayed in the common room, trying to ignore the cheers coming from downstairs.
The students were skating on the lake, sledding, and, to make things worse, using magic to make snowballs fly up the Gryffindor Tower and smash into the window.
"Hey!"
Ron finally lost his patience and stuck his head out of the window. "I am the prefect, another snowball hits this window — Ouch!"
He jerked his head back, his face full of snow.
"It's Fred and George," he said bitterly, slamming the window. "The stinkers..."
Hermione came back from Hagrid's just before lunchtime, shivering slightly. Her robe was wet from the knees down.
"How was it?" Ron asked, looking up as she came in. "Did you prepare for his lessons?"
"I tried," she said listlessly. She sat in the chair next to Harry and waved her wand in a complicated pattern. Steam came out of the tip of the wand. She pointed at her robe with it, and the steam evaporated from it.
"He wasn't there when I went. I knocked on the door for at least half an hour before he came out of the woods —"
Harry groaned. The Forbidden Wood was full of creatures that could easily get Hagrid fired.
"What did he keep there? Did he say? "
"No," Hermione said bitterly.
Hermione said bitterly. "He said he was going to give us a surprise. I tried to explain Umbridge, but he wouldn't listen.
He kept saying that no one in their right mind would be willing to give up on the Kamala Beasts for the sake of studying the Acanthus.
Oh, I don't think he has a Geemarah. "
Seeing the horrified expressions on Harry and Ron's faces, she quickly added, "But it's not that he didn't try. He said it was because it wasn't easy for him to get Kamala's eggs …
I don't know how many times I told him that the Grapland method was more advantageous. But I really feel like he didn't even listen to half of it. You know, he's a little weird, but he still won't say how he got injured … "
What he said was right. He was detailed where he should be, and vague where he should be.
In short, the two people in front of him didn't find anything wrong.
It wasn't easy to learn how to lie skillfully.
Hermione did look for Hagrid, but she didn't look for him to talk about these things. Hagrid was simple, but he wasn't stupid. As someone who was trusted by Dumbledore, he probably knew a lot more than the other students.
Moreover, Hagrid had faced some problems before. How to deal with the Ministry of Magic was almost a natural ability for the members of the Phoenix Society. But at least this conversation was pleasant. Although Brother Hai didn't say those things, Hermione felt that there shouldn't be too much of a problem from the perspective of a friend.
This was what Hagrid had promised her after she explained the purpose of her visit and her current identity.
"I hope there won't be any problems," Hermione muttered. She felt a little uneasy.
Hagrid reappeared at the teacher's table during breakfast the next day. Not all the students were enthusiastic.
Fred, George, Lee and the rest cheered enthusiastically and rushed to the aisle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's table. They held Hagrid's huge hand and shook it.
Others, like Pavarotti and Lavender, exchanged glances and shook their heads gloomily.
Harry knew that many of them preferred Professor Graplan's class.
Worst of all, there was a small but fair part of him that knew they had a reason. In Graplan's view, an interesting class was not the kind where someone's head might be ripped off.
On Tuesday, Harry, Ron and Hermione dressed up to go to Hagrid's class. They were a little scared.
Harry was not only worried about what Hagrid would teach, but also about the other students, especially Malfoy and his henchmen in Umbridge's class.
However, when they walked through the snow towards Hagrid, who was waiting at the edge of the forest, there was no sign of the senior Investigator.
Hagrid's appearance was not reassuring. The purple scars on Saturday night were now yellowish-green, and some of the wounds seemed to be still bleeding.
Harry didn't understand. Had Hagrid been attacked by some monster whose venom could prevent the wounds from healing?
And as if to complete this ominous picture, Hagrid seemed to be carrying half a dead cow on his shoulder.
"We're having a class here today!"
Hagrid said cheerfully to the students, turning his head to the dark forest behind him. "The forest is a little dense! But they like the dark. "
"What likes the dark?" Harry heard Malfoy ask Crabbe and Gore in a shrill voice. "He said something about liking the dark — did you hear that?"
Harry remembered the only time Malfoy had ever been in this forest, when he hadn't been very brave himself.
Hermione was in much the same frame of mind as Malfoy, but they had different motives. Malfoy was afraid of what would happen next, while Hermione was worried that Hagrid would do something outrageous.
It was hard not to worry, especially under such circumstances as the old witch, who knew where she was hiding.
Hagrid turned and strode into the forest. He looked up just in time to see Harry's eyes turn back. They exchanged glances with Ron and sighed.
"Come on. There's no other way."
The three of them followed Hagrid for about ten minutes before they came to a place where the trees were thick, dark as dusk, and there was not a speck of snow on the ground.
Hagrid dropped the cow on the ground with a grunt, took two steps back, and turned to face the class.
Many of them used tree trunks for cover, nervously looking around and cautiously approaching Hagrid, as if to guard against any attack. In such an environment, nothing could happen that would be surprising, but they were all people who cherished their lives.
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