The lesson that followed was exceedingly boring; in fact, had they been sat at desks, Harry was confident he’d have managed a nap. Knowing what was coming Hagrid’s way, Harry couldn’t help but feel desperately anxious for his friend. The knowledge that there was nothing they could do to try and save Hagrid’s job made him faintly sick. Hagrid could have been a master beast tamer, and it would have made no difference to the bigoted Umbridge. Harry found himself willing the stars to align so that he could introduce her to the forests herd of centaurs once again.