"Quick, Filch, quick!" Umbridge screamed as he ran downstairs. "We've got to do something or they'll fly all over the school! Pass out!"

A burst of red light erupted from the tip of her wand, hitting a rocket.

But instead of stopping in the air, the rocket exploded violently. It blew a hole in a painting of a sad-looking witch in the grass running away in time, only to reappear seconds later. She squeezed into the painting next door, where several wizards were playing cards, and they hurriedly stood up to make room for her.

"Don't stun them, Filch!" Umbridge shouted angrily, as if Filch had said the spell just now.

"You're right, Headmaster!" Filch gasped. In fact, he was a squib. Instead of letting him knock out those firecrackers, he'd rather let him swallow them. Filch rushed to a nearby cupboard, pulled out a broom, and began to slap the fireworks in mid-air, but within seconds the broom head was on fire.

Harry had seen enough, smiled and bent down deeply, running down the corridor to a door not far away, which he knew was hidden behind a tapestry.

Harry slipped in quietly and found Fred and George hiding behind the door, both of them shaking as they listened to Umbridge and Filch yelling, holding back their laughter.

"Amazing!" Harry said softly, grinning. "Amazing! You're going to crush Dr. Filippo's business!"

"Thanks," George whispered, wiping the tears from the smile on his face, "Hey, I hope she tries the Vanishing Charm on them next?? As long as you do that, they'll grow tenfold."

All afternoon, fireworks have been burning, and spread to every place in the school.

Although these fireworks, especially those firecrackers, caused a lot of confusion, other teachers didn't seem to care much.

"Oh my God, my God, my God." Professor McGonagall sneered coldly as a fire dragon was flying around her classroom, making a loud explosion and spewing flames, "Miss Brown, may I ask you Can you run and tell the principal that there is a firework that slipped through the net in our classroom?"

As a result, Umbridge spent the afternoon running around the school, responding to requests from other teachers.

It seems that without her, none of these teachers seems to be able to clear the fireworks in their rooms.

The school bell rang, and they were walking towards Gryffindor Tower with their bags, when Harry was very satisfied to see Umbridge, disheveled and blackened by fireworks, staggering with a face full of Sweaty out of Professor Flitwick's classroom.

"Thank you very much, Professor!" Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice. "Of course, I can clear these pyrotechnic sticks myself, but I'm not sure if I have the power."

He smiled and closed the classroom door in front of Umbridge's smudged face.

That night, in the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George were heroes, and even Hermione pushed through the excited crowd to congratulate them.

The fireworks display by George Weasley and Fred Weasley went on for a whole week, while Umbridge and her disciplinary team were helpless—

To be precise, Hathaway Romanoff had a way, but Tiera wouldn't let her do it.

Because the right kind of mischief can deepen Umbridge's pain.

It's not yet time for Umbridge's mental breakdown, and proper pain from her own and Tiera's own patchwork can barely maintain the stability of Umbridge's mental dimension for now.

Perhaps it was because of Dumbledore's surviving power, that a week later, when all the fireworks in the castle disappeared by themselves, George and Fred Weasley were not punished for it, and Umbridge seemed to have completely forgotten about it. similar thing.

Although this incident was very shocking and popular at the same time, it was quickly forgotten by the students in the fifth grade and above, because—

The O.W.Ls and N.E.W.T exams are coming up.

To be precise, there are only twenty-three days before the exam, and Harry spends all his spare time reviewing.

When Harry went to bed, he only felt as if his mind was full of learning, and he found he couldn't sleep at all; and when he fell asleep, most nights, his overstretched brain was filled with All that emerged were silly dreams about exams.

With fourteen days left until the exam, Hagrid found Harry, Ron, and Hermione, hoping they could come to his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest when they had time.

Hagrid looked terrible, his nose was bleeding, his eyes were blue, and he looked sad.

"I'm so grateful you did, really, thank you, really," Hagrid said as they walked up the steps. He had been looking around nervously as he made his way to the grass below. "I hope she doesn't notice us."

"You mean Umbridge?" Harry asked, "she won't, George and Fred have been making trouble for her lately, but at the same time Umbridge doesn't dare because of Dumbledore. Punish them, the other day George and the others put a fetid swamp on the third floor, right in front of Umbridge's office, and now Umbridge and other members of the Disciplinary Inspection Team are busy dealing with that swamp."

"That's good." Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief.

Hagrid led them into the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid, why are you carrying a weapon?" Harry asked.

"Just in case," Hagrid said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, but out of trust in Hagrid, they didn't continue to ask.

The more they walked into the forbidden forest, the more weeds grew on the path, the denser the trees, and the darker the light was like at dusk.

They walked farther after a while, but Harry wasn't disturbed until Hagrid unexpectedly left the path and began to swivel right and left among the trees, towards the dark center of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid!" said Harry, struggling through the dense tangle of thorns, but Hagrid was able to get over them without any difficulty.

"Go on," Hagrid said, turning his head. "Come on, Harry? We can't part now."

It was very laborious to follow Hagrid, who walked through those branches and bushes as easily as he was walking through a spider's web, but they were holding onto Harry and Hermione's robes, always entangling them tightly, They had to stop for a few minutes to free themselves. After a while, Harry's arms and legs were covered in tiny cuts and scratches. Now that they were deep into the Forbidden Forest, sometimes Harry could only see Hagrid's huge black figure in front of him in the shadows. Under the shroud of silence, any sound seemed to be dangerous.

The sound of a twig snapping reverberated, and there was a slight rustling as something moved, though it might have been from a harmless sparrow, and it would have made Harry peer out in the dark. , to see if there is any bad guy.

This made him think that he had never seen any animals after going so deep into the Forbidden Forest, and their disappearance suddenly gave him an ominous feeling.

"Hagrid, it doesn't matter if we light the wand?" Hermione asked softly.

"Oh, okay, okay," Hagrid turned and whispered, "actually—"

He suddenly stopped and turned around.

Hermione just bumped into him and was bounced back.

Before she fell to the ground in the Forbidden Forest, Ron caught her.

"Aren't we there yet?" Ron asked.

"It's here..." Hagrid turned around suddenly and said a little embarrassedly, "Well...it's like this, I...I have, I have, I have something that may trouble you..."

"Hagrid, what are you talking about?" Harry asked in confusion, "What is it to trouble us, your business is mine."

"Uh... Did anyone hear anything?" Ron pricked up his ears in fear and stopped behind Hermione.

"Don't be afraid of Ron, don't be afraid, there is no danger." Hagrid said.

"That's it..." Hagrid squeezed his fingers, "I have a younger brother..."

The rustling sound in the forest is getting denser and more intense.

"What is that? What sound is that?" Ron shouted nervously.

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, that is, that is, that is... Klopp..."

A filthy, childlike giant suddenly ran out from behind Hagrid—

This giant was dumbfounded, dressed in funny dirty loose clothes, extremely tall, and only Hagrid, who was more than three meters tall, could reach his knees.

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