Hagrid lived up to their expectations and got a group of night grasses.
Although it was a little strange to say that she lived up to everyone's expectations in this situation, Hermione couldn't think of the right words for the time being. She reached a hand behind her back and lightly tapped on her robe. In the pocket of her robe, she poured out almost all of her magic power and sent out the situation she was facing at this moment.
At this time, she needed some guidance.
But she still maintained her composure on the surface. At least when Hagrid asked her questions, she was able to raise her hand and answer them with ease.
Then, she felt the notebook vibrate. Using Harry and Ron's bodies as a shield, she quickly took out the notebook and glanced at the response on it.
Chown's response was very simple, with only a few words.
"Wait and see? Who should we wait and see at this time? "
She was about to write a response to Jon, but then she heard the sound of coughing.
"Cough, cough."
Professor Umbridge had come.
She stood a few feet away from Hermione, still wearing the green hat and green cloak, and holding a clipboard in her hand.
Hagrid, who had never heard Umbridge's fake cough, looked at the night grasses next to him worriedly. Apparently, he thought it was the night grasses that made the sound.
"Cough, cough."
"Oh, hello!"
Hagrid smiled and found the source of the strange sound.
"Did you get the note I sent to your cabin this morning?"
Umbridge spoke slowly and loudly, as if the foreigner was retarded, just like the last time she spoke to Hagrid.
"It said I wanted to come to your class."
"Oh, I got it," Hagrid said heartily. "I'm glad you found the place! You see — I don't know — can you see? Today we're talking about night grasses — "
"Excuse me," Professor Umbridge said loudly, putting her hand in the shape of a cup beside her ear and frowning. "What did you say?"
Hagrid looked a little confused.
Hermione and the others were not confused at all. The present students were very familiar with Umbridge's look. Every time she wanted to make things difficult for someone, she would look like this.
Hermione's eyes were filled with angry tears — in fact, she was anxious because Umbridge was coming toward them. She couldn't put the notebook back quickly.
"Hag, evil hag!"
She whispered, watching Umbridge approach Pansy Parkinson. 'I know what you're going to do, you ugly, perverted, evil —'
And the things that Jon took out were all very reliable. When he felt the change in Hermione's emotions, the notebook seemed to have never existed, disappearing into thin air. Only the feeling of Hermione holding it reminded her that the notebook was still there.
The activation magic was permanently engraved on the cover of the notebook. The cover of this notebook was made from the hide of an invisible beast.
However, the old witch that made Hermione nervous didn't come to their side. Instead, after distorting the truth, she walked away from the group of students with a complacent smile.
"That evil, hypocritical, perverted ugly bastard!"
Half an hour later, Hermione, who had sorted out her emotions, said angrily as they walked back to the castle along the path they had made in the snow.
"Did you see what she was going to do? It was her discrimination trick again. She wanted to say that Hagrid was a monster with low intelligence just because his mother was a giant. That's not fair. In fact, they were not bad in class. I mean, it would have been fine if they were fried snails again, but the Night Finches were good. To be honest, they were very good for Hagrid! "
"Umbridge said they were dangerous."
"Well, as Hagrid said, they can take care of themselves," Hermione said impatiently.
Hermione said impatiently. "I don't think a teacher like Grapland would teach that before an exam. But they are very interesting, aren't they? Some people see it, some don't! I wish I could see it. "
"Do you?" Harry asked calmly.
Hermione suddenly looked very frightened. This fear came partly from her disguise and partly from her true feelings. After all, she had been hiding herself under the facade of nothingness recently, and her words were a little too deliberate. For a moment, she thought that she had almost been discovered by Harry.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. Of course I didn't want to. That was a stupid thing to say."
"It's all right," Harry said quickly. He was not really angry. "Don't worry."
"I'm surprised that so many people can see it," said Ron. "There are three in the class …"
"Yes, Weasley, we wonder too."
Said a strange voice.
The snow was so deep that they did not hear Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore walking behind them.
"If you've seen someone die, would you be able to see the Flying Ghost Ball more clearly?"
He, Crabbe, and Gore burst out laughing and pushed past them toward the castle, singing again, "Weasley is our king."
Ron's ears were red.
"Don't mind them, don't mind them," said Hermione.
Hermione hurriedly advised. She pulled out her wand and used a spell to generate heat. She melted a path to the greenhouse in the untrodden snow.
As the days dragged on, winter came again.
December brought more snow and an avalanche of homework for the Fifth Graders. As Christmas approached, Ron and Hermione's work as prefects grew heavier.
Recently, Harry had been able to hear Ron's complaints.
They had to supervise the decorating of the castle ("You go and hang the ribbons while Naughty grabs the other end and tries to strangle you," said Ron. They had to watch the First and Second Graders who stayed indoors because of the cold rain during recess ("They're cheeky. We were never that bold in the First Graders." They had to patrol the corridors in shifts with Argus Filch, who suspected that there might be more fighting at the holidays ("That guy's got shit in his head," said Ron angrily.)
Hermione was too busy to weave elvish hats. She only had three left, in a hurry.
"Those poor elves I haven't liberated have to stay here at Christmas because I don't have enough hats!"
This was probably the only thing Hermione cared about apart from the task, but no one told her that Dobby had actually taken them away himself, not because the other elves needed them.
— because Harry was the only one who knew about it, and Harry did not want to talk about it. He was now writing a paper for History of Magic, and for the first time since he started school he really wanted to leave Hogwarts for the holidays.
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