Because of that light rain before, Beauxbatons' campus is now a little wet.

Jon Hart walked down an open-air path, the bustling castle getting farther and farther away from him - a few minutes earlier, he had taken off his "borrowed" Beauxbatons uniform, put it back in the old wardrobe, and walked out of Beauxbatons Castle.

Carefully fold the "leave of absence" and put it in the suitcase...... The next thing he needed to think about was the reminder Madame Maxim had given him when she left......

Although the other party said it was more subtle, Jon could guess one thing - most likely related to Madame Maxim's status as a half-blood giant.

Madame Maxime herself is very sensitive to her bloodline, so it is impossible for her to talk to Jon about this...... He had to go back to Hogwarts and ask Rubeus Hagrid about it.

Finding an open area, Jon stopped, then reached out and pressed lightly on his shoulder.

He touched the mark on his shoulder that Fawkes had left on him.

Then, Jon looked up to the north...... After waiting for a few minutes, a golden point of light appeared from a distance, and then got closer and closer to him. An illusory, ethereal, mysterious, and exhilarating sound of music also appeared from afar.

Until he flew in front of Jon, he turned into the great, magnificent, bright red bird.

The phoenix bowed her head to Jon, as if greeting him.

"Hello, Fawkes. Jon smiled and greeted, "Long time no see!"

......

On the evening of September 1, Beauxbatons was not the only school that was holding their opening ceremony.

Hundreds of miles to the north, in the Scottish Highlands, surrounded by a lake and a forest...... In Hogwarts Castle, the eagerly opening party is also underway.

Professor Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts Hunting Ground Warden, Key Custodian, and Magical Beasts Protection Teacher, is eating at the faculty table. Sitting to his left was Professor Minerva McGonagall, and on the other was Professor Sybil Trelawney, both of whom were sitting on top of their heads just between the elbows and shoulders of Professor Hagrid.

"Hey, Harry!" Seeing that Harry Potter, whose face was covered in blood, had arrived more than half an hour late, and had belatedly entered the Great Hall, Hagrid hurriedly and eagerly waved and greeted him.

Professor Minerva-McGonagall, who was on the side, couldn't help but look dissatisfied when she saw Hagrid suddenly make such a move.

Because on the podium, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was speaking:

"We are delighted to welcome a new teacher...... Professor Horace-Slughorn...... He agreed to return to his old role as a Potions teacher......" Professor Albus-Dumbledore's voice was as kind as ever:

The stocky Professor Slughorn quickly stood up and smiled perfunctorily at the students in all directions.

“...... and Professor Severus Snape, who will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher......"

......

It didn't take long for the dinner to end.

The students left the auditorium in twos and threes, and Professor Rubeus-Hagrid crowded over to the Gryffindor table.

With his muscular body, he could easily accomplish this.

"Who knows if Voldemort needs someone to install at Hogwarts?" Harry Potter said angrily.

"You suspect Snape of playing for the Mystery, Harry?" Hermione Granger explained, frowning, "Don't be stupid, Harry...... We had this stupid suspicion when we were in our first year, and it turned out that Professor Snape was on our side......"

"But...... Draco Malfoy himself said that he had the help of a Hogwarts teacher...... Who else but Snape. Harry retorted.

"Malfoy was just bragging, in front of Parkinson...... It's just a bluff, don't you know him, Harry?" Ron Weasley shook his head helplessly.

"What are you talking about?" Hagrid scurried over in glee, startling the others.

"I didn't ...... Nothing......" Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Why are you late, Harry?" Hagrid asked aloud.

"Delayed in the car. Harry wiped the nosebleed from his nose and whispered, "What about you, Hagrid, I heard you're late too?"

"I was with Glopp and lost track of time!" Hagrid said with a smile, "and now, he has a new home in the mountains, a nice big cave arranged by Professor Dumbledore. He's happier than when he's in the Forbidden Forest......"

"I talked to him for a while and Glopp has improved a lot, a lot...... I'm thinking about grooming him to be my assistant or getting him a girlfriend......"

Facing Hagrid, who was talking to himself, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all kept their mouths shut.

As he spoke, he walked......

Before they knew it, they had come to the oak gate.

"Alright, we'll see you tomorrow, the first class after lunch, come early!" Hagme waved at them, and walked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

......

However, as he walked to the edge of the hut, Hagrid suddenly noticed—

There seems to be something strange moving!

Due to his giant bloodline, Hagrid, although seemingly quite dull, is in fact far more sensory and crisis aware than ordinary wizards.

"Who is it?" he shouted, turning his head and habitually reaching for his crossbow arrows.

However, since he was attending a banquet before, he didn't carry the crossbow arrows with him.

Hagrid had no choice but to pull out his umbrella.

"Wow!wow!" the hound barked in the direction of the bushes.

In the shadows, a figure soon appeared...... A young man dressed as a student, God knows where he came from?

But his face was somewhat familiar to Hagrid.

"Are you...... Are you ......," he muttered.

"Hello, Professor Hagrid, I'm Christopher Patrick. Jon, who wore the Iron Ring, replied calmly.

"Oh, yes, Patrick!" Hagrid snapped into his head and patted him on the head, apparently starting to get a little impression of who he was.

But after a few moments, he quickly reacted to another thing: "Wait Patrick...... Aren't you an exchange student at Beauxbatons, the one-year exchange period should have ended, why are you at Hogwarts again?"

Looking into Professor Hagrid's skeptical eyes, Jon explained, "Madame Maxime, she called me...... There's one thing she can't tell me about it, so she asked me to ask you. ”

"It's Olym!" Hagrid's eyes began to light up, and he said busily, "What's the matter...... Ask me!"

There is a bit of heroism in the tone, and there is a hint of manliness.

"It's about the giantess Friedufa...... She's supposed to be your mother, isn't she?" Jon tried not to look too awkward in his tone, "So, how did she give birth to you with your father?"

Hagrid froze, the expression on his face changing slightly.

For a moment, Jon thought he was trying to get rid of him......

But after a moment, Rubeus-Hagrid nodded.

"Come in!" his voice was a little muffled.

......

There is only one room in the chalet. Ham and pheasants hung from the ceiling, boiling water from a brazier in a copper teapot, and a large bed with rags of bedding in the corner.

Rubeus Hagrid stamped his feet around the room, making tea from the huge copper teapot, muttering something incessantly. Finally, he placed a teacup the size of a keg in front of Jon, the tea was as dark as mahogany, and he brought a plate of his homemade crust cakes.

Jon took a sip of his tea, ignoring the "infamous" rock crust cake and looking at Hagrid expectantly.

"Yes, I think you're all curious...... About where we came from, the origin of my hybrids with giants and wizards like Orim......" Hagrid muttered as he sat across from Jon.

Because of the fact that at the Yule Ball a year and a half ago, Hagrid had made a mistake in front of Rita Skeeter's Animagus, and the news that he was a "half-blood giant" spread throughout England...... Therefore, he is now completely outspoken about his bloodline and identity.

But—

"Professor Hagrid, I think I need to correct a little. Jon said solemnly, "Our Headmaster, Madame Maxime...... She's just a witch with a relatively large skeleton, and there's no evidence that she's a half-blood giant too. ”

Hagrid was stunned before he could react, and he nodded a little smugly: "Yes, Patrick." You're right, Olim she's not...... Come, eat rock skin cake. ”

Then, he shoved a hard-bodied flatbread the size of a pot lid into Jon's hand.

"What did I just say?" Hagrid then rubbed his head a little sluggishly, "Oh, yes...... I know you're all curious about how the offspring are produced between wizards and giants!"

......

The expression on Jon's face was also slightly embarrassed.

From a physiological point of view, if giants mate with ordinary humans, there are certain problems......

At 16 feet tall (about 4.8 meters), Glopp is considered a dwarf among giants...... True adult giants are between 20 and 30 feet tall, and compared to humans, it's not just a matter of toothpicks......

"That was seventy years ago......," Hagrid muttered, "Friedufa, you're right, it's my mother—I think Rita Skeeter has let the whole wizarding world know about it...... She was one of the few remaining giants in England, and she was the most intelligent and notorious of the giants. ”

"And my father, he's a down-and-out wizard, and to be honest, not very smart......," Hagrid's tone grew heavy, "Because of poverty, he took over the task of hunting the giant Friedufa from the Ministry of Magic......"

"Obviously, my father's plan to hunt didn't work out, after all, he wasn't a clever wizard, and I told me my mother was smart, so my father fell into her trap...... became her captive, her spoils of war......"

“...... You may not know the habits of giants, after all, they are on the verge of extinction, and for a very small number of female giants, they have a habit of squeezing the spoils of war and then producing offspring from the spoils. ”

"Loot?" Jon repeated, somewhat dumbfounded.

"You can understand it as copulation, although the difference is great...... But it's pretty much the same!" Hagrid said with some preface, "Giants are usually stupid, but there are a few who are smart enough to master some magic...... I used to say that my mother was smart because she was such a giant......"

"They are born with a kind of magic that can tear apart a small part of the target's soul with precision and ......unite with themselves," Hagrid said with a serious face, "and then they can conceive and have a child, no need to do ...... Well, copulation!"

Looking at Jon, who was already petrified, Hagrid gestured to the crust cake in his hand, "Eat the cake, Mr. Patrick." ”

Jon nodded sheepishly, then lowered his head and took a bite, nearly knocking out his teeth.

"Wizards are the best choice, because wizards are the most powerful of all creatures, in the eyes of giants. Hagrid smiled bitterly, "But few giants can catch wizards, which is why I met Olim for the first time...... No, no, no, I mean, there are very few half-blood giants like me!"

"My mother locked my father in a cave, and then there was me...... My father was very kind, he was the best wizard, and when he saw my birth, he no longer chose to abandon me, but chose to stay, and raised me with my mother......"

Hagrid said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Then he got up and walked to the closet, pulled open a drawer, and pulled out a photograph.

There was a short wizard on it, with the same dark eyes as Hagrid's, narrowed into a slit, and he sat on Hagrid's shoulder and smiled merrily. Judging by the apple tree next to him, Hagrid was seven or eight feet tall, but his face was young, full, smooth, and beardless—he looked eleven years old at most.

"I took it shortly after I entered Hogwarts," Hagrid said hoarsely, "and my father was overjoyed...... He didn't think I could be a wizard, you know, because my mother ......."

“...... As for my mother, it's okay not to say it...... It took a few years for her to get tired of me and my father, and she left us when I was very young; ”

......

Hagrid was serious at first, but soon became crying.

Jon didn't pay any attention to this, though, as he heard one of the most important messages.

Jon took a deep breath and asked, "Professor Hagrid, may I ask...... Is your mother still alive?"