The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 303 Ponlock and the Walking Stick
Even from this distance, Anthony could feel that Umbridge was irritated. She moved her head and didn't say anything else. She just kept writing on her writing board.

"Okay, don't worry about her." Professor Kettleburn said to the students angrily, "Come closer and take a look at this Panglock. It's rare for you to encounter this kind of creature so close in the wild. , because it usually hides when it sees people... Hey, you!" He scolded a Slytherin boy, "If you don't want to be bitten, don't poke it with your fingers. ”

The boy retracted his hand angrily, looking unhappy. He was a bit stronger than the students around him. Anthony vaguely remembered that he seemed to be a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, but he could not remember the other person's name.

"What does it eat, Professor Kettleburn?" Katie asked.

Professor Kettleburn said: "Grass. Depending on the Panglock in different areas and different herds, they may have their own preferences. Generally speaking..."

"Alfalfa," Hagrid said to Anthony, "but they don't like to eat alfalfa flowers."

Anthony nodded and said, "Let's go, Hagrid."

"Oh, okay." Hagrid glanced in Umbridge's direction again in confusion before looking away, "Is she also here for the Care of Magical Creatures class?"

"What?" Anthony hesitated, "Well, maybe, who knows. I mean, I heard that she didn't take this course during school."

"She missed too much." Hagrid said with certainty, pushing aside the intertwined dead branches in front of him, bending down and walking in the woods, "This way, Henry, this is closer..."

At this moment, Yaya suddenly stopped. Immediately afterwards, both Anthony and Hagrid heard people's exclamations coming from the Care of Magical Creatures classroom.

"What happened?" Anthony asked, already turning around and starting to run in that direction. Hagrid strode beside him, followed by Fang.

"I don't know, someone may be injured... The students formed a circle..." Hagrid used his height to look around and told Anthony, "In the middle stood Umbridge and Professor Kettleburn. Everyone is very angry.”

Already Anthony could hear Umbridge shrieking, "You're going to pay for this!"

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm on probation again," Professor Kettleburn told her loudly, "and you've paid the price. I warned you what would happen if you didn't shut up. "He waved his cane and made a motion to drive Umbridge away, "Go!"

Umbridge's hand squeezed the writing board tightly and she gritted her teeth and said, "No, you will be expelled."

"And you will go to hell." Professor Kettleburn said disdainfully. "How are you going to expel me? With those "Regulations on the Management of Dangerous Magical Creatures" or some "Course Standards"?

"For attacking the Senior Inquisitor," Umbridge said.

The word "senior investigator" seemed to give her some strength, and her voice became sibilant again. She quickly listed on the writing board: "Deliberately obstructing the investigation of the Senior Inquisitor... showing inappropriate magical animals to students... Well, let me think about it..." She glanced at the Slytherin boy and lowered his head. What else did I remember, "I don't care about the aggression of magical animals..."

"Professor Kettleburn!" Anthony said, walking quickly from the woods, "I heard some movement here, came over to see if there is anything I can help with - Oh, Ms. Umbridge, good afternoon." He smiled at Umbridge and looked at Panglock again. Ponlock was trying hard to shrink himself into the shadow corner of the cage, only showing two eyes full of distrust.

Umbridge raised her eyebrows and replied: "Good afternoon, Professor Anthony."

At this time, Hagrid also emerged from the woods, holding Fang in his hand, and squeezed through the students. Yaya was panting, and the white mist almost buried its head. Several students looked at its sharp teeth in awe.

Umbridge glanced at the big dog, and her smile became even more uncomfortable. "Everything looks okay," Anthony said to Hagrid. "No one seems to be hurt."

The student behind him whispered, "Except for Umbridge getting a cane slap on the arm."

Another student said, "Wouldn't that be better?"

Anthony was sure Umbridge heard it too. Still wearing a false smile, she glanced coldly in their direction, turned her head and asked the Slytherin boy: "What do you think of Professor Kettleburn's class?"

"How is it?" the boy repeated.

"What do you think of the arrangement of this course?" Umbridge asked thoughtfully, "If you knew about Pyrrhoc ("Ponlock") before practical activities like this..." Professor Kettleburn said ) is related to, do you think this will help your study?”

The tall boy stared at her with his mouth open. Anthony could almost hear the sound of his brain trying to work, like rusty gears creaking.

"Say 'yes,' Blackie," said an impatient voice. "That's the answer she wants."

Umbridge pretended not to hear: "Or, to put it another way, do you think Care of Magical Creatures courses are dangerous?"

Blake finally realized who was asking him the question and what kind of answer the questioner expected.

"Dangerous, extremely dangerous," he added in a jealous tone, "I almost had my finger bitten off."

"Gee, that's too bad," Umbridge said with satisfaction, continuing to write on the clipboard.

Hagrid said in shock: "Ponlock is not dangerous at all!"

Even though Hagrid's credibility in this regard had been repeatedly undermined, Anthony couldn't help but think that he might be telling the truth. Judging from Ponlock's reaction, it might think that humans are the most dangerous.

It was as if Umbridge didn't hear Hagrid at all and was just busy writing on the writing board.

"What are you here to investigate?" Katie asked, "Can we continue class?"

"I'm here to ensure that you are receiving a qualified education, my dear." Umbridge said kindly, "Before you can become a qualified wizard, you need to be carefully cared for..."

"The first lesson to become a qualified wizard is not to touch things that you don't understand." Professor Kettleburn said unceremoniously, "Try to get close to the whomping willow. I guarantee it will not be as big as Pompeii." Locke is gentler.”

Umbridge said unmoved: "Specifically, the reason why I am here, Miss, is because we care about your education. We are willing to do everything we can to ensure that the next generation of wizards are receiving the education they should "Education, instead of -" she paused meaningfully, "let the learning progress be interrupted by various trivial matters, such as trolls in the underground classroom, or Quidditch that is full of situations. "

(End of this chapter)