The Venue

After saying that, Allen gave Ms. Handy, Mrs. Norris II, a few instructions to help tidy up the classroom, then was the first to walk out.

The young wizards hurriedly gathered their things and followed behind their new professor. Once they learned that Ancient Magic practice even had a practical training site, they grew even more excited. Compared with dry, obscure theory, hands-on practice was always the Hogwarts wizards' favorite part of any class. Led by Allen, the group left the castle in a grand procession.

"The direction Al—Professor Harris is taking us... oh no, Hagrid..." Harry watched as they approached Hagrid's hut near the Forbidden Forest. Remembering that he had not attended the advanced Care of Magical Creatures class, he tugged at Neville beside him, trying to use Neville's stout body to block himself from view.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Neville turned sideways and asked in confusion.

"Oh, he saw me." Harry painfully slapped his forehead. He saw the huge Hagrid stop his lesson, paying no attention to the other students in his advanced class, and instead stand not far from his hut, glaring furiously at him.

Harry mechanically waved at Hagrid. Hagrid turned his head away in a huff, then seemed to search through the crowd for something. When he apparently failed to find it, he looked even angrier, muttered something under his breath, turned his back, and stopped looking at Harry.

Harry lowered his head sadly. "He must never want to see me again. He was so good to me, and I was so ungrateful..."

"He's not angriest at you, Harry." At that moment, Ginny no longer cared about other people's gazes. She came over and took Harry's arm. "Ancient Magic Class clashes with the sixth-year N.E.W.T. advanced course, so at least you have that reason. But Ron