Hogwarts Card Drawer

"There are not many dementors in Azkaban now," said Mr. Malfoy. "If it hadn't been for the people in it to have been tortured by the dementors, Azkaban might have been inhumane. The riots are early."

"The dementor kind of creature shouldn't belong to this world, it's fine if it's extinct." Cronos waved his hand indifferently. "Otherwise they would turn their heads and throw them under Voldemort's helmet. It would be a tricky problem."

"Well, that's true." Mr. Malfoy nodded, agreeing with Cronos's words.

Then he said, "What do you do now? The power of the mysterious man has gradually recovered to the level of the past. Had it not been for the Ministry of Magic had not discovered the mysterious man's return, he would have already begun to bloodbath the wizarding world."

"Um..." Cronos groped his chin and thought for a while before saying, "Why don't you get to Voldemort first?"

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Cronos and the others could have waited one day to go back, and go back on Sunday night. But their accumulation of work reached an alarming height again. On Sunday morning, Cronos and Draco walked hard to the wagon in a two-foot-deep snow.

It's still the same carriage, but this time there is one missing Mr. Malfoy. Cronos hasn't seen him for a few days, but fortunately he doesn't have to drive a carriage. Otherwise, Chronos would go to Hogwarts through the **** Floo fan again.

Cronos sat in the warm and comfortable carriage and watched Draco say his final goodbye to his mother, Mrs. Malfoy.

"You should also pay more attention to your body, Cronos. Don't get tired of the exam." Mrs. Malfoy said to Cronos softly at last.

"I will, thank you, Aunt Narcissa." Mrs. Malfoy's words made Cronos's heart warm.

The wings of Pegasus were only slightly fanned a few times, and Chronos felt the sensation of skyrocketing. The carriage was not flying high, and Cronos stuck his head out of the window, and he could see the people underneath enjoying the joy of skating and sledding on the frozen river.

The speed of the carriage was very fast, and Cronos felt that he had just closed his eyes and the carriage was falling.

As soon as the carriage hit the ground, Cronos heard that the students were "cracking" on the carriage by the magical school ball.

"Ouch!" Draco, who had just gotten out of the car, was hit in the head by a school ball that flew at an extremely fast speed. "Who? Who threw it?"

Draco's roar was quickly blocked by the flying snowballs, because it was still Christmas holiday. The lower grades in the school did not have the pain of the upper grades to cope with the exam, so they all ran out of their common room and had a lot of time to play.

In the end Draco could only crawl into the gate of the castle together with Chronos. I am afraid that in a while, Draco will become a snowman.

"If I were you, I would detain them all, Cronos." Draco resentfully slapped the snowball off his school robe.

"Um... So I think this is why Dumbledore didn't let you be the prefect." Cronos joked.

"Cut..." Draco shook his long blonde hair in disdain. His hairstyle seemed to have changed since last year. It's no longer the combed, shiny big back. Cronos arrived. Just noticed now.

"Oh, wait for me!" Cronos drew his wand from the middle of his school robe, waved it in a complicated manner, and steam came out of the tip of the stick. He used it to point at himself and Draco's robes. The vapor evaporated from the robes.

This made Chronos and Draco a lot more comfortable.

At breakfast the next day, Chronos was surprised to find Hagrid appeared at the faculty desk, but think about it, Dumbledore's method of winning over the giant had failed.

However, the appearance of Hagrid was not warmly welcomed by all the students. Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, screamed happily, ran between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's tables, rushed forward and clutched Hagrid's big hand tightly.

Others, like Parvati and Lavender, exchanged a gloomy look and shook their heads. Cronos knew that many of his classmates liked Professor Grapland's class. The worst part was that there was a small but unbiased part in his mind that they had a reasonable reason: Grapland's concept of an interesting class. No one in the class is in danger of losing his head.

On Tuesday, Cronos and other classmates who were going to take the magical animal protection class, went to the class in Shanghai in strict dress. Along the way Draco was discussing with Crabbe and Gore what kind of funny face Hagrid would show under Professor Umbridge's investigation.

However, the highest prosecutor unexpectedly did not show up, when they struggled through the snow and walked towards Hagrid, who was standing on the edge of the forest and waiting for them. Hagrid's image does not reassure them.

The first time I saw the purple bruise on his neck, it had now turned into a faint yellow-green, and some of the cuts seemed to be dripping blood. Chronos didn't understand: Hagrid was attacked by some creature—perhaps, the venom of this creature prevented the wound from healing. As if approving of this unlucky imagination, Hagrid seemed to carry half of a dead cow on his shoulders.

"We are in class here today!" Hagrid happily told the students who came ~www.readwn.com~ to motion to the black forest behind him. "More concealed! Besides, they also prefer darkness..."

"What likes darkness?" Chronos heard Parvati screaming to Parad and Lavender, a little panicked in his voice. "What did he say he likes dark—did you hear?"

"Are you ready?" Hagrid asked happily after visiting the students. "Okay, then, I have prepared a field trip into the forest for your fifth year. I think we can observe these creatures in their natural living environment. Now, the creatures we want to learn today are very rare. , I think I may be the only person in the UK who can tame them—"

"Are you sure they are really tamed?" Parvati asked, and the panic in his tone was more pronounced now. "It's just that this isn't the first time you have brought wild animals to class, right?"

Those who like Professor Grapland murmured approvingly, and some Gryffindors seemed to feel that Parvati made some sense. They nodded in favor of Parvati's question.

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