Rebirth of the Harry Potter

On the morning of the last Sunday in November, sixty centimeters of snow had piled up on the ground.

Astoria just got up from the bed, and as soon as she saw the whiteness outside, she cheered and wanted to go out to play.

Harry and Hermione wanted to accompany her, but their "homework mountain" had grown to terrifying heights.

Harry once thought that the homework for the third year of high school in China was the scariest, but he did not expect that the homework for the fifth year at Hogwarts was not inferior.

He kind of believed the rumor: there were fifth graders who were really crying because of the pressure.

Harry and Hermione were going to stay in the cabin to finish their homework, and Astoria stopped talking and playing.

She knelt on the sofa and looked out the window.

It looked like a lot of students were having fun at Hogwarts, as there was constant cheering from the courtyard under their window alone.

Astoria relayed what she saw enviously and pitifully: "The lake is frozen, and there are many students skating on the lake."

"There are people sledding."

"My God, they still use magic to play snowballs, and now there are all flying in the sky."

"What's that? A group of Bigfoot snow monsters came out of the Forbidden Forest."

Harry threw the quill away and said, "Stop writing, let's go out and play."

Astoria smiled triumphantly.

...

On Tuesday, Harry and Hermione went to Hagrid's class in full dress.

When they were walking towards the edge of the forest waiting on the snow, the students who had arrived earlier were all talking about what Professor Hagrid would teach today.

Hagrid's class is always unpredictable, unpredictable, and often brings surprises (jing) surprises (xia).

"We have class here today!" said Hagrid cheerfully to the students, turning his head towards the dark woods behind him. "The woods are a little denser! But they like the dark..."

"What likes the dark?" A girl screamed, her voice already tinged with fear, "He said he likes the dark—did you hear that?"

Malfoy seemed eager to try,

He's been particularly interested in Care of Magical Creatures since he tamed a hippogriff a few years ago.

"Ready?" said Hagrid, glancing briskly at the class. "Okay. I've saved a field trip to the woods for your fifth grade, and I want you to see how these creatures live in their natural environment. We're going to The study creatures are so rare that I think I may be the only wizard in all of Britain who has tamed them—"

"Are you sure they're tamed?" A boy in Slytherin asked, rubbing his chin with lingering fear, because in a certain class, he was kicked to pieces by a magical creature because of a wrong operation.

The Slytherin students echoed loudly, and several Gryffindor students also nodded in agreement.

Even the lion cubs, who thought they were very courageous, did not dare to challenge Hagrid's "safety line" lightly.

Because the absolute safety that Hagrid thought was completely different from the safety that normal wizards understood.

"Of course tamed," Hagrid said.

Holding a dead cow on his shoulder, he turned and strode into the forest.

Everyone seems to be reluctant to enter the Forbidden Forest, because after being punished by the professors to work in the Forbidden Forest, they know that the Forbidden Forest is full of dangers for them.

The more you know, the greater the fear. Only the little wizards in the first and second grades are still full of fantasies about the Forbidden Forest.

Harry and Hermione followed in Hagrid's footsteps into the Forbidden Forest.

Others slowly followed.

After walking for about ten minutes, I came to a place with dense forests and as dark as dusk, and there was not a single snow on the ground.

Hagrid dropped the half cow to the ground with a groan, took two steps back, and turned to face the Slytherin and Gryffindor students.

Many people used tree trunks as cover, looked around nervously, and approached him cautiously, as if they were prepared to be attacked at any time.

"Come closer, come closer, don't be afraid," said Hagrid encouragingly, "they'll be attracted by the smell of meat later, but I'll call them anyway because they like to hear it's me..."

He turned around, shook his head to shake the hair off his face, and uttered a strange, shrill cry, which echoed in the silent and dark woods, like the cry of a giant bird.

No one laughed, and most of the students seemed too scared to make a sound.

Hagrid yelled again, and a minute passed while the students peered nervously around, not knowing what to expect.

Then Harry saw a creature that looked like a horse and was not a horse coming out of the shadows between two rough yew trees.

"I didn't expect this class to be this," Harry said.

Hermione looked left and right, but saw nothing.

A pair of bright white eyes grew larger there, followed by a dragon-like face, neck, and skeletonized body, and a huge, winged black horse emerged from the darkness.

It looked at the students for a few seconds, flicked its long black tail, then lowered its head and began to bite the dead cow on the ground with its fangs.

Most of the students looked around with puzzled and nervous expressions, wondering why Hagrid suddenly seemed happy.

They just couldn't see the dark horse standing a few meters away.

Except for Harry, only three other people seem to have seen it: a skinny boy in Slytherin was watching the black horse eating meat, with a shocked expression on his face, it seemed that he thought that only he could see such a terrifying monster.

One is Neville.

And there was Pansy, who was by Malfoy's side.

"Is there something?" Malfoy asked quietly, and he could see that Pansy's expression was not right.

Pansy nodded a little frightened.

"Oh, here comes another one!" Hagrid said proudly, and the second black horse appeared from the forest, folded its leathery wings, lowered its head and greedily ate raw meat, "Now... who saw it, Raise your hand."

A girl raised her hand, but she didn't see it. She asked impatiently, "I'm sorry, Professor, what do you want us to see?"

Hagrid answered with a smile and pointed to the dead cow on the ground.

After everyone paid attention to it for a few seconds, several people gasped, and pieces of meat automatically peeled off from the bones and disappeared into the air, like an invisible monster eating a dead cow.

Parvati screamed and ducked behind Neville.

"What? What the hell is eating it?"

"Thestrals," said Hagrid proudly.

Hermione let out a dissatisfied "Oh", because although she knew that Hogwarts had a bunch of them, she just couldn't see them.

"They're very, very unlucky! They're ominous!" said Parvati excitedly, looking terrified, "and will bring all sorts of terrible disasters to those who see them. I remember Professor Trelawney talking to I said……"

"Trelawney? Who is that? That sounds familiar." Harry turned to Hermione.

Hermione was speechless: "It's the divination professor who keeps cursing you all kinds of cool things."

Harry said, "Oh...she's just cold, there's nothing left."

Hagrid replied, "No no no, that's superstition, not magic. There's nothing unlucky about Thestrals, they're smart and useful. There's another pair, can you feel it?"

Two more horses appeared quietly, one of them passing Parvati.

She was trembling all over, clutching Neville's arm tightly and said, "I feel something passing by, it seems to be next to me!"

Neville pulled his arm out very straightly, he felt that Parvati had at least five perfumes on her body, and the strange smell of the mixture almost made him sneeze.

"Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you," said Hagrid patiently. "Now, can anyone tell me why some people can see it and others can't?"

Hermione raised her hand unhappily because she knew the answer but didn't have it.

"Say it," said Hagrid, smiling at her.

"Thestrals are only seen by those who have seen death," said Hermione.

"Yes," said Hagrid gravely, "ten points to Gryffindor."

Hermione curled her lips, she was really super upset.

"Thestrals, when they are tamed, like this group, you won't get lost. Their sense of direction is surprisingly good, as long as you tell them where you want to go, even in the desert, you can easily find your way... ..."

In this lesson, Hagrid describes what thestrals look like, what they eat, and how to communicate with them by cooing.

Finally, he said: "If you want to see thestrals, I can apply to the Ministry of Magic to let you visit when the death curse is executed for a dark wizard sentenced to death in a certain period."

The Slytherins and Gryffindors shook their heads in unison.

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she raised her hands high: "I, I, I... I want to sign up for a visit."

She won't be afraid to watch it because she wants to see the end of her life. If her thirst for knowledge is not satisfied, she will not be satisfied.

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