Chapter 883

As a matter of fact, Ron had to make sure that Umbridge was a conscientious person, and he would understand the history of magic here.

But he was wrong. When they entered the classroom, there was only one teacher in front of them Professor bines, floating a foot above his chair as usual, was preparing to continue teaching the tedious and tedious giant war.

Fanlin felt a little disappointed, but he still overestimated Umbridge's determination and did not come to investigate a ghost professor's course. This seemed to be a thankless thing.

But Harry was even more disappointed, playing with gold coins in his hand. If he hadn't been able to speak out loud in class, maybe the experiment would have worked well. But now Harry doesn't even want to try to follow bines's teaching ideas today. He idly scrawled on his parchment, ignoring Hao min's frequent glare and pushing, until a sharp stab in his ribs irritated him, and he raised his head.

"What?"

Hermione points to the window. Harry looks around and finds Hedwig perched on the narrow edge of the window, staring at him through the thick glass window, with a letter tied to its leg.

Harry couldn't understand it. They had breakfast together. Why didn't he deliver the letter at that time as usual? Many of his classmates recognized it.

"Oh, I've always loved that owl. She's so beautiful," Harry heard Lena sigh to lavender. He glanced at Professor burns, who was still reading his notes. The professor didn't seem to notice that his attention was less than usual in the class.

Harry quietly left his seat, curled up, and darted through the rows of seats in the classroom to the window. He slid the hook and slowly opened it.

He wants Hedwig to stick out her feet so he can take the letter and fly it back to the owl house. But by that time the window was wide enough, so Hedwig wanted to fly in, and she cried out lonely.

Harry closed the window, glanced uneasily at the professor, curled up again, put Hedwig on his shoulder, and quickly returned to his seat, then moved it to his lap and untied the letter bound to his leg. Only then did he suddenly notice that Hedwig's feathers curled strangely; some fell, and one of its wings was drooping.

"It's hurt!" Said Harry in a low voice, bending his head close to it. Hermione and vaseline leaned to get closer; Hermione even put down her quill.

"Look, there's something wrong with its wings here." Hedwig trembled, and when Harry touched her wing, it couldn't help jumping. All the feathers of Hedwig stood up, and she looked at him reproachfully.

"Professor burns," Harry said aloud, and everyone in the room turned to look at him. "I feel a little uncomfortable."

Professor bines took his eyes off his notes and looked at Harry in surprise, only to find a room full of people, as usual.

"Not feeling well?" He repeated vaguely.

"I'm not feeling well," Harry said, hiding Hedwig behind his back. "I think I need to get to the hospital quickly."

"Yes," said Professor burns, obviously at a loss, "yes, yes, get to the hospital at full speed. OK, you can go, then..."

Before Professor bins had finished, Harry left quickly.

As soon as he got out of the classroom, Harry put Hedwig back on his shoulder and hurried down the porch until he was out of sight of Professor Binns.

His first choice for Hedwig was certainly Hagrid, but since he did not know where Hagrid was now, his only remaining option was to seek help from Professor grapram. He peered out of the window into the gloomy, windy land, and the cottage near Hagrid would never have her notice; if she was not teaching now, she might be in the teaching and research section.

Harry went downstairs, Hedwig wiggled weakly on his shoulder, whining weakly from time to time.

On both sides of the door of the teaching and Research Office, there is a stone beast decoration. As Harry approached the door, one of the Stone Beasts said in a hoarse voice, "you should be in class now, little one."

"It's urgent." Harry said it very briefly.

"Oh, it's urgent, isn't it?" Another stone beast said in a sharp voice, "well, that's what we do, isn't it?"

Harry knocked on the door. He heard footsteps. The door opened. He and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

"You have not been sentenced to another confinement, have you?" Professor McGonagall said immediately, her square glasses flashing a warning light.

"I promise, no, Professor!" Harry quickly defended himself.

"Well, then, why aren't you in your own class?"

"Obviously, it's something urgent," said the second stone beast with his ugly face.

"I'm looking for Professor grabland," Harry explained. "This is my owl. It's injured."

"The injured owl, isn't it?" Professor grabland, with a pipe in one hand and a Daily Prophet in the other, appeared behind Professor McGonagall."Yes." Harry gently lifted Hedwig from his shoulder. "It's behind the other delivery owls. Its wings are weird. Look."

Professor grabland clenched the pipe with his teeth and then took Hedwig from Harry's hand as Professor McGonagall watched.

"Well," said grabland, whose pipe swung back and forth as she spoke, "it seemed to have been attacked by something. It's hard to imagine what would have hurt it like this. Of course, devil birds will hunt birds from time to time, but Hagrid has trained Hogwarts so well that they don't bother owls any more

Harry didn't want to know and didn't care what devil bird was. He just wanted to know whether Hedwig could recover.

But Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with keen eyes and asked, "do you know how far this owl flies, Potter?"

"Well," said Harry, "it's about as far as London, I think."

Harry glanced at her quickly, and when he saw her frowning, he knew that she had understood that "London" actually meant knowing Sirius

So whether Sirius has disclosed the news to him has become a question worthy of discussion.

"Rehydration solution, No. 12." Professor grabland took a single eyeglass from her robe, tucked it into his eyes and examined Hedwig's wings up close.

"If you give it to me, I can make it recover quickly," Professor grabland said. "But she can't fly too far these days."

"Well, yes, thank you." Just then, said Harry, the rest bell rang.

"No problem," said Professor gruffly, and returned to the teaching and research section.

"Wait a minute, grabland!" Professor McGonagall called out in a hurry, "Potter's letter!"

"Oh, yes!" Harry said he almost forgot the paper roll on Hedwig's leg.

Grabland handed the letter over to Harry and disappeared in the research room with Hedwig.

Hedwig had been staring at Harry before she disappeared, as if she couldn't believe he would have left it like this.

Harry felt a little guilty. He was about to leave when Professor McGonagall called him back.

"Potter!"

"Yes, professor?"

She scanned the porch up and down, with students coming out in both directions.

"Remember," she whispered quickly, looking at the roll of paper in his hand, "that Hogwarts channel of communication with the outside world will be well guarded, will you?"

"I..." Harry was trying to answer, but the students in the hallway had swarmed in. Professor McGonagall nodded to him and withdrew from the teaching and research section. Harry was left in hospital by the crowd.

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