Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Either way, it's a great place to nest Glop.

In accordance with Hagrid's character and past practice, he may also find a spouse for Glop.

Love, mate, reproduce, love, remate, reproduce.

So in a few decades, a whole new giant tribe will emerge in the forest near Hogwarts...

Along the way, Ivan wanted Hagrid to help him find several animals to fight with, including the Octopus spider.

Hagrid agreed, saying Aragok had been remembering Ivan and would certainly be willing to help him with this little favor.

Losing the support of Evil God's power, that old spider is dying, and could die any minute.

This may not be a bad thing for him, after all, the cost of longer life is to be ruled by evil gods.

Look at its descendants, the average ones, and say, the bigger ones have been distorted.

Evan is doing well here, and Hagrid is willing to provide them with combat training animals.

But Hermione's suggestion to persuade Hagrid to abandon displaying dangerous animals in the classroom and help him prepare for classes has not progressed much and has not been answered.

Hagrid has been stressing to surprise them.

Hermione tried to explain Umbridge to him, but Hagrid just couldn't hear.

He told Hermione with all his strength that no one with the right brain would be willing to study the prick and abandon the Chimera.

Of course, he's giving an example!

He doesn't have Chimaira, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't get Chimaira's eggs easily.

Soon, you'll know what he calls a surprise, a nightmare.

Umbridge didn't visit Ivan in his class, and he could be in the fifth grade magical creature protection class, which Hagrid showed you at night.

Ivan later learned about the situation from Hermione and her assessment of Hagrid.

In the woods, students surround themselves by the night, they can't see, but they can feel something moving.

“Who can tell me why anyone can see and who can't?” Hagrid said.

Hermione immediately raised her hand and after learning of the nightfall with Ivan's help the day of school, she went back for a lot of information.

“Say it!” Hagrid smiled at her.

“For only those who have seen death can see the night.” She said.

“That's right!” Hagrid seriously said, "Gryffindor plus ten, nightfall is a unique magic...”

“Cough, cough.” Umbridge came, and she stood a few feet away from them, still a green hat, a green cape and a handwritten board.

Hagrid, who had never heard Umbridge's fake cough, looked at the nightmare next to him a little worried, apparently thinking it was the sound it made.

He's a little worried that this nightingale isn't sick, otherwise how can he make such a strange noise?

“Cough, cough.” Umbridge faked another 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 still speaks slowly and loudly, as she did the last time she spoke to Hagrid, as if she was a foreigner and mentally retarded, "he said. ”

“Oh, I got it!” Hagrid said softly, "Glad you found a place! Look at these. I don't know. Can you see them? We're talking about the night..."

“I'm sorry!” Umbridge put his hand by his ear and held it in the shape of a cup, frowned and said out loud, "What are you talking about? ”

Hagrid seemed a little confused about Umbridge's reaction.

“Uh, nightfall!” He said loudly, louder, “the big black horse, uh, winged, you know! ”

He slammed his chunky arm twice so as to show Umbridge the look of the night.

Umbridge raised his eyebrows at him and read them on the writing board, and his voice was equally loud.

“Impossible to describe accurately, with clumsy gestures...” She raised her head and smiled, “You go back to class and leave me alone. ”

“Okay!” Hagrid said, turning to the students, looking a little panicked, "Uh, where was I? ”

“Seems to have a poor memory of the lecture…" Umbridge said, sounding so loud that everyone could hear it.

Slytherin students looked like Christmas was two months ahead and Hermione blushed.

“Oh!” Hagrid disturbed Umbridge's writing board, but bravely went on, “Yes, I was about to tell you how the group got here. Well, there was only one male and five female horses at first, and this one was called Wu Wu! ”

He filmed the first night out, though many people couldn't see it.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Wu shouted and rubbed Hagrid in a friendly manner.

“It's my favorite, the first one born in the woods, and everyone can come and touch it or ride it! ”

“I'm sorry, did you know?” Umbridge interrupted him loudly, "the Ministry of Magic has classified the night as a dangerous animal? ”

“No, the night is not dangerous! Of course, if you're really in a hurry, they might bite you, like a dog..."

“Unmasked, happy with brutality!” Umbridge wrote in his notebook again.

“No, no!” Hagrid said, "I mean, dogs bite people, right? Nightfall is just because of the bad reputation of the dead. People used to think it was bad, right? Just ignorance, right? ”

Umbridge did not answer, she remembered the last one, looked up at Hagrid and said slowly and loudly, "Please continue with the lecture as usual, I'm going to walk among the students and ask a few questions about your past performance. ”

She said gestures while making Hagrid understand that when it came to “students," she fingered a student, and when it came to "walking," she made a walking appearance, and finally, "asking questions," she pointed to her mouth and said something.

Obviously Umbridge was not looking at Hagrid's level of lecture, and she was questioning Hagrid's intelligence as a giant with no way of communicating.

Hagrid stared at her and apparently had no idea why she thought he didn't understand normal English.

Hermione's eyes were filled with tears of anger, and she still hated it as she spoke to Ivan behind her.

“Mother Night Fork, Evil Mother Night Fork!” She said angrily, "Ugly, perverted, vicious toad! ”

Umbridge finally asked Percy, and through this time, she had figured out what Hogwarts was like!

She knows who to stay away from, who to rely on, who to oppress, and most Slytherin students are on her side.

“Honey, you think!” Umbridge crisply asks Penny Parkinson, "Can you hear Professor Hagrid? ”

Like Hermione, Pansy had tears, but those tears were laughing.

She smiled hard and answered intermittently.

“No, I can't, because he often sounds like a grunt, and I don't understand what he's saying or what those sounds mean. ”

“Very good, unable to express correctly, can only make unintelligible woo, woo, woo.” Umbridge brushed it on the writing board.

Hagrid's face was a little reddish without purple skin, but he tried to pretend he didn't hear from Penny.