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There was a large chair across from her, two or three times the size of a normal chair, which looked like Hagrid's own. Next to the big chair, the fire was crackling and sparkling.

There was a pile of smoked chickens hanging on the wall, and the teeth were lying under the smoked chicken, their mouths open, their tongues drooping on their jaws, and they were staggering and dripping.

Hagrid went to the door and brought a plate of homemade rock crust cake and lanolin to Vio, and poured her a glass of water.

Then he sat down in front of her, and the chandelier light shook for a moment.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?" Hagrid said, a little angry, "when the Chamber of Secrets was opened again? I heard that even the Slytherin students lost two this time, right?!"

Vio held the water in both hands, not knowing if he should test his mouth first, or wait for the three of them to come.

"Not almost, but unlike petrification, Draco and Bailey are gone. Vio said.

"Draco seems to have heard the name somewhere, it's not very flattering," Hagrid thought as he placed the kettle heavily on the table.

Vio gave him a hint: "I came here last year when I was raising Noble. ”

Hagrid suddenly realized, and looked up, his unkempt hair rising back. "Nobber's brother. I remember the boy with his head higher than anyone else's, and his chin that wanted to poke into the sky, but he knew a little about dragons. ”

"Hagrid is describing Draco?

"He's really not naughty and ran away on his own, isn't the monster in the chamber," Hagrid said, his expression panicked, and he said vaguely, "No, isn't it Slytherin itself, I'm going to see how the pumpkin steamed cake goes, after all this time, it should be fine."

Vio sat down in the chair again and waited for a while, and Tooth began to become curious about her, and always put his legs on her knees, and then climbed on top of her, and Vio had to play with it.

It didn't take long for the knock on the door to come in suddenly.

Hagrid was fast this time, he raised the bow hanging behind his back again and aimed it at the door, and then opened the door, and Fangya seemed to be under some silent summons at this moment, and jumped decisively from Vio and stood next to Hagrid.

"Oh, it's you. Hagrid said, putting down his bow and arrows again, and letting the three men outside into the room. "I knew I had a hunch when I saw VIO, and the three of you were here. ”

He asked Hermione and Vio to squeeze a chair and let Ron and Harry sit at the table, "There are two seats next to the stove, one for me and one for Tooth," he said, pouting at Hermione and Vio, "That's where Tooth sleeps." ”

He handed the food he had just used to entertain Vio to the other three, and then sat down in his exclusive chair again, his heavy beard and hair hanging down, his eyes drooping, and his heart was very heavy.

"Are you alright, Hagrid?" asked Harry.

"Oh, I know what I can do, because you care about me and people who care about me," Hagrid said, his eyes red and his voice choked.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house, and when I heard it, I knew that the person who came was not good. Vio and Hermione looked at each other.

Hagrid threw away the blanket he had given to Toothtooth, then stood for a second or two, then raised his hand toward them, pointing to the corner of the room.

Harry quickly draped the Cloak of Invisibility over the four of them, but luckily they were only in their second year, and the Cloak was more than enough to cover them.

When Hagrid saw that they were all hidden, he brought the bow and arrow he had hung behind his back to his chest and slammed the door open again.

"Good evening, Hagrid. "It's Dumbledore.

He walked in with a very serious expression, followed by a very strange-looking man.

It was a stranger, and Vio certainly hadn't seen him on campus. He was short, stocky, stocky, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

But upon closer inspection of his clothes, Vio suddenly guessed who he was most likely.

At first glance, the man's clothes looked like a hodgepodge: a pinstriped suit on the top, a leopard-print tie, a long black cape over it, and a pair of purple pointed-toe boots on his feet. Under his arm, there was also a dark green top hat.

Isn't that "That's Cornelius Fudge, my dad's boss, the Minister of Magic!" Ron gasped and said what Vio was thinking.

Vio didn't quite understand that it didn't make sense to say that the Ministry of Magic was going to take Hagrid away this time to open the Chamber of Secrets for the sake of him being framed for opening the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago: this time the outside world thought that Pancy Parkinson was the one who opened the Secret Room. Why, take Hagrid with you?

Hagrid's face was pale, and the sweat on his head was like a stream. He slumped into his chair, his eyes wandering back and forth over Dumbledore's and Fudge's faces.

"That's bad, Hagrid. In a crisp, unquestionable tone, Fudge said, "Very bad, had to come." All of Hogwarts, whether Muggle or pureblood, was attacked. The incident was too bad for the Ministry of Magic to act immediately. ”

"I didn't," Hagrid looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, "you know I didn't, Professor Dumbledore"

Vio sighed, unable to bear to see Hagrid pleading so humbly. It took a lot of effort for Harry to hold Hermione and stop her from going out to speak for Hagrid.

"I hope you understand, Connelly, that I trust Hagrid completely. Dumbledore frowned and said to Fudge.

"But you see, Albus," Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid has a criminal record that he was accused of opening the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago. Now the child who was reported by the students to open the secret room is still the son of one of the school board members, and he disappeared after the report. ”

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help but glance at Vio, "Hagrid was reported again, and the whistleblower disappeared from Malfoy's doing?"

Vio frowned, she couldn't even argue that Draco himself would have done such a thing in some cases. And this time, she vaguely felt that there was something strange in it, but she was not sure of it.

"But, Connelly, I'm going to say that it's not going to help you take Hagrid away. Dumbledore said, his blue eyes flashing with rage like never before.

"Look at it from my point of view," Fudge said, playing with his top hat, "I'm under a lot of pressure." He was charged fifty years ago, when I was born, at what age was he charged, and he was convicted at that time. Now he's been reported again. There is no other way but to take him away."

"Take me away?" Hagrid said, shuddering. "Where to take it?"

"It's a short time. Fudge didn't look Hagrid in the eye, "We'll continue to track it down as a precaution, and if we can catch another person, we'll let you go."

"It can't be Azkaban, right?" Hagrid's voice was hoarse, but before he could finish his sentence, there was another knock on the door.

Dumbledore went over to open the door.

Vio's elbow was pinched hard by Hermione: she let out an audible exclamation.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy strode into Hagrid's cabin, wrapped himself in a black traveling cloak, his face numb and terrifying, and his eyes revealing a man-eating light. He was followed by a middle-aged man with his hood lowered to cover his face.

Vio recognized him at a glance, and his heart suddenly cooled. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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