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It's just that she didn't break Vio's little bit of caution, and she knew that if they went back to help, there was a chance that the two sides would fight harder and harder - and in the end, whoever won Vio would be in a difficult situation.

Hagrid was furious when he opened the door for them, but when he saw them, he immediately smiled.

"It's you! Come in, come in - I thought Professor Lockhart was back. ”

They crossed the threshold and walked into the hut.

I hadn't seen him for more than three months, and there was nothing special in the hut, with a special bed on one wall and a fire crackling happily on the other, but there were no dragon eggs in it.

Harry and the others sat in a circle around the table and told Hagrid what had happened this morning, and Hagrid wasn't worried about the Sleeping Charm.

"When I was younger, my age like you, I slept thirteen hours a day or more. "But after raising Aragog, I didn't feel so comfortable, I had to feed him, clean his chelica pliers, and I was so busy that I rarely had time to sleep." ”

"Who is Aragog?" asked Harry.

Ron and Hermione both looked intently at Hagrid, and they noticed another interesting thing.

Hagrid glared at them, tugging at his thick black beard with some chagrin, and then said in a flash, "It's not anyone, it's my pet back then." ”

"-Is it still alive?" asked Ron.

"・・・・・・That was many years ago, isn't it Hagrid? Hermione said clearly.

Vio pondered for a moment, wondering if to mention the three of them here-

Hagrid is a man who even dares to raise a dragon.

His childhood pet, if not a sniffer, would not be a precious creature in the arms of a noble lady in Muggle society, as Hermione had imagined.

But before she could say anything, Hagrid hurriedly snorted, "Almost・・・・・・ you say Parkinson wants to curse anyone?

"Parkinson was scolding Hermione, and that must have been vicious, because the guys on our team were almost mad. Harry recalled.

"Very vicious. Ron's voice was hoarse and agitated, and he was furious at the thought of Hermione's helpless look, "Parkinson called her "Mudblood", Hagrid—"

Hagrid stood up, nearly letting his front legs roll off his teeth on top of him to the ground.

He was indignant, "Is it true?" he yelled as Hermione looked at him.

"Yes. Hermione said, "I don't understand the meaning of the word, but I know it's rude・・・・・・"

"It's an expression of contempt for wizards of Muggle origin, wizards whose parents don't know magic - from purebloods," Vio said in a somewhat unnatural voice, but she did her best to use some wording that didn't increase the controversy.

"There are some of us pure-bloods, only some of us -- we always feel superior, just as the natives always look down on immigrants or deserters, but we are all human at heart. ”

Hagrid and Ron nodded in agreement.

"It's like Malfoy. Harry said.

Vio silently pretended not to hear. He continued: "But in fact, ancestry certainly makes a difference, but it still varies from person to person. For example, I'll just give you an example, Neville Longbottom, he's a pureblood, but he's not very successful in his studies. But Hermione, you're always the first ・・・・・・."

"We Hermione won't use the spell, they haven't invented it yet!" Hagrid proudly took over.

Hermione's face flushed with shame.

"Harry, I heard you've recently launched an autograph - I'm going to settle accounts with you, why don't I have a share!" Hagrid asked as if he had remembered something.

Harry was furious, but he was eating Hagrid's own latex gum and couldn't open his mouth.

Ron explained to him, "He didn't send it, it was Lockhart who made up his rumors all day long—"

Harry's struggled violently with Gummy Cream to prove his innocence, trying to speak.

Hagrid looked at his expression and smiled, "Just kidding, I know you won't." I told Lockhart - you don't have to bother to be more famous than him. Then I told him that I hadn't read any of his books and wasn't going to read them, and he stood up and took his leave, which was the most meaningful moment in the whole time he was here. ”

"Well done, Hagrid!" Ron and Hagrid winked at each other.

Hermione wasn't quite happy with their attitude, but she didn't say anything.

"Let's take a look at what I've grown. After everyone had finished a steaming cup or two of tea, Hagrid warmly beckoned them to their vegetable patch.

In the vegetable patch behind the hut, the pumpkins that looked small in the distance seemed to be getting bigger again.

Around the beginning of the school year, Vio saw Ginny Weasley from behind the glass wall in Greenhouse 4 and came to help Hagrid.

"Hagrid, are you particularly tired of taking care of them, do you need help?" asked Vio.

Hagrid waved his hand happily, "Aren't they amazingly large? That's what Halloween feasts are going to be for - they'll be big enough by then. ”

"Ron's little sister asked me that question too, and she was walking around the neighborhood at the time, and I guess she might have wanted to meet someone. Hagrid said, glancing at Harry, his beard shaking, "I dare say she's not going to refuse an autograph—"

"Hey, Hagrid, don't talk nonsense!" said Harry, hurryingly.

Ron smiled and punched him in the shoulder, "Dude, let's face it, the month you stayed at our house during the summer vacation, everyone except Mom and Dad could see it." ”

Hermione and Vio covered their mouths and laughed.

"What fertilizer did you fertilize them?" Harry walked away from Ron, coming to a pumpkin that was clearly slowly growing.

"I'm afraid it's an expansion spell, right?" Hermione snapped in. "Hagrid is still doing a great job. ”

Hagrid poked the nearest pumpkin, hesitated for a moment, then looked left and right to see no one else, and whispered to them, "Hey, I just gave them a little - well, a little help, how can I say it." I used to go to Hogwarts too!Oh shit!"

Realizing that he had missed something, he coughed violently, and then, ignoring their inquiries, grabbed the pink umbrella leaning against the back wall of the hut and walked deeper into the vegetable patch. Along the way, there are a lot of copper peas and chrysanthemum thorns.

"・・・・・・You watch first, I'll get the rest of the stuff first, and those plucked chickens in the coop—" his voice came from afar.

"I like Hagrid the most!" Ron happily gestured to Hagrid's back, "-he's always talking and giving us a lot of interesting information!"

"He seems to have been expelled from ・・・・・・ third year," Harry whispered to Ron.

Ron lowered his arms and seemed sympathetic, "We both almost got fired this year. ”

By the time they said goodbye to Hagrid, it was almost evening, and the sun was sinking in the west, and the clouds on the horizon were reflected in a beautiful glow of pink and purple.

When Vio finally looked back at Hagrid's cabin, Hagrid was still standing in the doorway, waving one hand at them, his whole body coated in warm gold in the setting sun, along with a dead chicken in his other hand.

Chicken?

Vio's pupils constricted, and he couldn't take his eyes off it—it was indeed a chicken that couldn't die anymore, half of its hair had been stripped off, and its neck was folded straight to its back.

Blood gushed from the base of Hagrid's wings, like a spring that would never dry up.

Vio tightened his robes and felt an irresistible chill - this dead chicken should not have appeared, because the dead chicken that Hagrid had raised in the original book had been killed by Ginny after being possessed by Tom Riddle, the soul of the diary, - and its appearance meant that Riddle had the ability to leave the journal and open the secret room alone and release the basilisk inside.

When the time comes, all Muggles and half-bloods at Hogwarts will be in danger of their lives!

But on the day she saw Ginny approaching the coop, she had already checked it, and the diary was in her room, out of anyone's reach.

Sure enough, the original plot can only play a guiding role, and the real situation is changing rapidly.

Vio picked himself up and followed Harry back to the castle, deciding to go back and think about what was most likely to go wrong.

Not long after they had finished eating, they were standing in the foyer and saying a few words, when a man came up to them with a straight face.