On Sunday morning, Hermione trudged to Hagrid''s hut in two feet of snow.


    Harry and Ron wanted to go together, but their accumulated homework reached an alarming level, so they reluctantly stayed in the lounge, trying to ignore the cheers outside. Only van Lin and Hermione went together.


    In fact, students are enjoying the pleasure of skating and sledding on the frozen river; what''s more annoying is that they use magic to make snowballs constantly fly up to Gryffindor tower and hit the windows heavily.


    "What a nuisance!" Ron yelled, finally lost patience, put his head out of the window, "I''m a prefect, another snowball hit the window - ouch!"


    He immediately turned back, his face covered with snow.


    "It''s Fred and George," Ron complained, slamming the window behind him. "Asshole..."


    Hermione and vaseline came back from Hagrid''s cabin just before lunch, trembling slightly, wet below the knees of their robes.


    "How about it?" When she came in, Ron looked up and asked, "have you planned all his classes?"


    "Anyway, I tried," she replied stiffly, plumping into the chair next to Harry. She drew out her wand and waved it in a complicated way, and a burst of heat came from the end of the wand; she pointed the wand to the robe, which gradually dried up with the evaporation of water vapor.


    "When van Lin and I arrived, he wasn''t at all. I knocked on the door for at least half an hour before I saw him clumsily come out of the forest --"


    Harry groaned, "the creatures in the forbidden forest are likely to be the reason for Hagrid''s dismissal."


    "What did he keep in it? Did he say that? " Harry asked.


    "No," Hermione replied dejectedly. "He said he wanted to make them a surprise. I tried to explain Umbridge to him, but he just didn''t understand. He always said that no normal person would want to learn amoeba and not learn to spit fire Monsters - Oh, I don''t think he''ll really get one. "


    Seeing Harry and Ron''s startled expressions, Hermione added, "from what he said about the difficulty of getting eggs, he didn''t have to try. I don''t know how many times I''ve told him that he''d better follow graplan''s course plan, but frankly I don''t think he''s even heard half of what I said. You know, he''s in a weird state right now. He still refuses to say why he suffered so many injuries, but Van Lin said it was Hagrid''s wish. I guess it might be his brother... "


    At breakfast the next day, Hagrid''s appearance at the teacher''s desk was not warmly welcomed by all the students.


    Some, like Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, ran between the tables of Gryffindor and huffpaff, and rushed forward, clutching Hagrid''s big hand; others, like Susan and Clare, exchanged a gloomy look and shook their heads.


    Harry knew that many of his classmates preferred professor grabland''s class. The worst thing was that there was a small but unbiased part of his mind. He knew that they had a reasonable reason: grapram''s concept of an interesting class was that no one in the class was in danger of losing his head.


    On Tuesday, worried about Hagrid, Harry, Ron, van Lin and Hermione went to Hagrid, wrapped up in a thick blanket, to fight the cold.


    Harry was worried about not only what Hagrid decided to teach them, but also the performance of the rest of his classmates, especially the Malfoys, if Umbridge was present.


    However, the supreme prosecutor did not show up unexpectedly, as they struggled through the snow to Hagrid, who was standing on the edge of the Forest waiting for them.


    Hagrid''s presence did not reassure them: the purple bruises on Saturday had turned pale yellow green, and some of the cuts looked like they were dripping blood.


    Harry didn''t understand: was Hagrid attacked by some creature - perhaps, that creature''s venom prevented the wound from healing, or was it true, as Vaseline said, his brother Gloop?


    As if in favor of this unfortunate imagination, Hagrid seemed to carry half a dead cow on his shoulder.


    "We have a class here today!" Hagrid happily told the students and motioned for the black forest behind him. "More hidden! Besides, they also prefer the dark... "


    "What likes the dark?" Harry heard Malfoy scream to Clara and Goyle, a little panicked in his voice.


    "What does he say that he likes darkness - do you hear that?"


    Harry remembered the only time Malfoy had gone into the forest before; he was not brave at that time. He laughed: after the Quidditch match, anything that made Malfoy uncomfortable satisfied him.


    "Are you ready?" Hagrid asked happily as he toured the students. "Well, then, I''ve prepared a field trip into the forest for your fifth year. I think we can observe these creatures in their natural environment. Now, the creatures we''re going to learn today are very rare, and I think I''m probably the only one in the UK who can tame them -- "


    " are you sure they''re really tamed? " Malfoy asked. Now the panic in his voice was more obvious. "It''s just not the first time you''ve brought wildlife into class, has it?"Slytherins murmured approvingly, and some Gryffindors seemed to think Malfoy was right.


    "Of course they''re tamed," Hagrid said, lowering his face and raising the cow a little over his shoulder.


    "Well, what about your face?" Malfoy asked.


    "Mind your own business!" Hagrid said angrily. "Now that''s the end of the question, follow me!" He turned and strode into the forest.


    No one seems willing to go with him. Harry glanced at Ron, van Lin, and Hermione. A few sighed and nodded slightly. Then the four of them led the class along with Hagrid.


    They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the trees were unusually thick and dark as dusk, and there was no trace of blood on the ground.


    With a grunt, Hagrid dropped the half of the cow on the ground, stepped back, and again faced his students, most of whom crept up to him among the trees, nervously looking around, as if they could be attacked at any time.


    "All over, all over," Hagrid encouraged. "Now, they will be attracted by the smell of raw meat, but I''ll call them first. They will like to know that this is mine first..."


    He turned, shook his shaggy head, tried to shake the hair off his face, and then let out a strange and creepy cry that echoed in the dark woods, like some strange bird call.


    No one was laughing. They seemed too scared to make a sound. Hagrid let out another scream. One minute later, the students were still nervously looking around, trying to catch the first sight of the animals. Then, as Hagrid swung his hair back for the third time to expand his chest, Harry nudged Ron slightly, pointing to a black space between the two gnarled yew trees.


    A pair of expressionless, white, glowing eyes, glowing in the dark, grew larger and larger; a fierce face, neck, and the skeletal body of a winged Black Horse emerged from the darkness. He scanned the class for a few seconds, flicked his long black ponytail, then lowered his head and began to tear pieces of flesh and blood from the dead cattle with his fangs.


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