"Snape!?"

Harry screamed, almost jumping out of bed in surprise.

"Yes, it's your Potions Professor." Professor McGonagall said with some admiration. "He has amazing achievements in brain closure. He is a real master of brain closure!"

Harry couldn't understand the admiration in Professor McGonagall's words.

It's a pity that Snape would have to mess with him from time to time when dozens of people were teaching together. If this really turned into a one-on-one private lecture, what a terrifying scene would it be?

Harry felt that Voldemort might not need to be careful to find a way to kill him.

Because according to the frequency of classes once a week, he was probably killed by Snape in less than a month!

Professor McGonagall naturally knew what Harry was thinking at the moment.

Seeing that Harry's face was really ugly, she sighed and said:

"If you really don't want Snape to teach you, you can ask Dumbledore to help you change a teacher."

As soon as this said, a cluster of flames called hope emerged from Harry's eyes again. He widened his eyes and said in a nearly pleading tone:

"who!"

"Link Forley, I heard Dumbledore mention that he had been learning brain closure with Professor Snape for almost five years, and now he has a high level of attainment in this area." Professor McGonagall said, "Of course, you need to talk to Dumbledore yourself after Dumbledore comes back. Maybe he has other considerations."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall did not go to see Harry's entangled expression of joy and sorrow, and left the ward directly.

As the door was closed, Harry sighed heavily.

Professor McGonagall's words just now did not reassure him, but instead made the haze in his heart a little stronger.

This has nothing to do with his possible future study of brain closure at Snape, but rather simply worrying about Link.

In the previous scenes, Link was fighting Voldemort.

Although from these pictures alone, Link actually occupies the upper hand, so life safety should be fine.

However, Link's state of being covered in cold fog and black smoke at that time gave Harry a feeling that he was far more evil and terrifying than Voldemort.

Harry had a rather ominous premonition about this, but out of trust in Link, he did not tell McGonagall about it, nor did he intend to tell Dumbledore.

At least he had no intention of telling anyone until he had talked to Link himself.

There are too many things involved.

Having made up his mind, Harry lay back on the soft bed, kneading the lightning-like scar on his forehead with his hands.

I have thousands of thoughts in my heart, but I can't do anything.

Bang-

A sudden explosion scared Harry.

Harry looked up and realized that it was Ron and Hermione who pushed open the door.

The two of them obviously ran for a long time before they came here as soon as possible. Ron's hair, which had not been trimmed for too long, was now stuck to his forehead due to sweat, and Hermione also looked panting.

"Harry, how do you feel now? I brought you a roast chicken..."

As Ron said, he took out another oil-paper bag from his arms that had been soaked in chicken oil.

The greased paper bag was not taken apart yet, and the unique aroma of the roasted chicken instantly spread. Harry's stomach cooperated and roared. He was pulled into the infirmary halfway through breakfast. It was already afternoon until now.

Seeing this, Hermione quickly hammered him and interrupted:

"Harry can't eat something so greasy!"

Ron shrank his neck when he heard this, while Harry squirmed violently and said:

"It's okay, Professor McGonagall said that my health was not a big deal, and said that I should leave the infirmary early and go back to the dormitory to preview my homework."

Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief.

She may remain skeptical about what others say, but if Professor McGonagall really asks Harry to be discharged from the hospital to study as soon as possible, it means that Harry's health is indeed not seriously injured.

Ron on the other side had already been laughing and helping Harry open the greased paper bag and hand it over.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about washing his hands, and started to tear a chicken leg and chew it.

The Hogwarts house elves have extremely high skills. The whole chicken is quite delicious. The chicken legs are the best taste on the whole chicken. The rich juice explodes instantly when you bite it. Oil and gas permeate the entire mouth, which immediately satisfy Harry's dry stomach.

Seeing Harry having such a pleasant meal, Ron, who had just finished lunch, felt a little hungry again.

Didn't dare to steal Harry's big chicken leg, Ron carefully tore a forewing root into his mouth and chewed it, even if he helped to taste the taste.

"So," Ron muttered as he chewed the chicken, "You're fine now, aren't you?"

Harry could no longer speak, and he just nodded when he heard this.

Ron then said:

"So, will you still go to the Forbidden Forest in the afternoon? Today is the day we made an appointment with Haeg."

Ron's words made Harry suddenly remembered.

Since they ran into the little giant in the forbidden forest that day, they have made an agreement with Hager to meet the little giant every week.

According to Hagrid's words, this is to allow his brother Glopp to communicate more with others and cultivate Glopp's social skills, which is to prepare Glopp for his official life in everyone's vision.

Harry quickly swallowed all the chicken in his mouth and said:

"Of course I have to go. If I don't go, Hagrid will definitely complain for a long time. I don't want to..."

Before Harry could finish his words, he heard Hermione say firmly:

"No! You haven't heard Professor McGonagall say anything before? She asked you to go and preview! Homework!"

"This is not good news for me. After all, I haven't even completed my holiday homework and haven't learned all the knowledge before. Going directly to preview will only make my brain more confused."

"Then you should go and write all your homework!"

"But, I don't want to write."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and said, before Hermione changed her face completely, "Please let me go! Think about Hagrid, he lived alone in that simple cabin in such a cold day. The thing he usually hopes most is that we accompany him to meet his brother every week. Do you really want to extinguish the last little fire of hope for a poor old man?"

Hermione's face suddenly stopped with anger, her face turned from red to blue, and then turned white quickly, but she finally compromised:

"Okay, that's only this time! And after you come back this time, you must make sure you have to finish all your homework by next week!"

"Of course, school will start next week. I don't want to be locked up by Professor McGonagall because I haven't finished my homework."

Harry agreed without hesitation.

After saying that, he smiled and blinked at each other with a smile.

I have to admit that sometimes it is quite useful to use George and Fred's methods to deal with people.

Half an hour later, Harry and the other two arrived at the hunting ground in the wind and snow in the wind and snow.

Hagrid was already dressed neatly and waited at the door of the cottage.

It can be seen from the snow that was covered with his body and his almost dyed hair that he had been standing here for a long time.

Seeing him looking at Hogwarts Castle from time to time, Hermione's nose felt sore and she directly opened the invisible cloak:

"Hagge! We're here! Why don't you wait in the cabin?"

"Ha! You're here." Hagrid laughed happily when he saw this. The snow on his head trembled and rinsed down as his body shook, and finally revealed his face. "It's okay, I'm not cold at all. Why are you wearing such thin clothes? This is not enough. At least you have to wear a scarf. Don't walk around here, I'll come back soon!"

As he spoke, Hagrid got into the cabin directly.

Harry and Ron were originally glaring at Hermione in anger - they were planning to stealth and scare Hagrid.

As a result, after hearing what Hagrid said, their eyes were slightly red.

After a while, Hagrid came out again.

He was holding three scarves in his hand, and without saying a word, he directly put them around Harry and the other two's necks.

Since it was made by Hager himself, these three scarves naturally brought Hager's rough style.

The warmth is indeed warm, but the strange color that is neither yellow nor white on it has nothing to do with aesthetics anyway. The wool that has not been deeply treated is even more tiring.

The most important thing is that the size of these scarves is so big!

Harry felt like he was wearing a wool blanket directly on his head, which was very inconvenient.

But despite the flaws of these scarves, Harry and the other two had no intention of taking them off, but instead smiled sweetly at Hagrid.

Seeing this, Hagrid laughed even happier.

He clapped his hands hard, and then took Harry and the other two into the Forbidden Forest.

And just as their figures completely disappeared into the dense forest, a snow pile deep in the hunting ground suddenly moved.

As the snow fell, a boy wearing a tight-fitting suit was exposed.

Although he had been hiding in the snow for a morning, the boy seemed to have no idea what the cold was.

He brushed away the snow on his head and face without any concern, then took out a double-sided mirror from a small bag on his waist and started wiping.

One, two, three...

The water vapor on the mirror gradually dissipated, and Umbridge's figure wrapped in pink appeared immediately.
To be continued...