Chapter 22: The Little Hill King (I)

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"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry called out into the keyhole.

"I see. A rough voice said. "Get out of the way, tooth, get out of the way, you sleepy worm. โ€

The latch snapped open, and Hagrid's head was revealed through the cracks.

Harry and Ron gasped.

"Don't make a noise!" Hagrid said hurriedly, glancing over their heads, "no one else behind you, come in, come in!"

"Hagrid, are you really okay like this?" Ron's voice trembled.

"It's alright, it's alright!" Hagrid said hurriedly, closing the door and quickly closing all the curtains, Ron looking at him in horror.

Hagrid's head was a mess with blood clots, his left eye was swollen into a slit, blue and purple, his face and hands were scarred, some were still bleeding, and he was careful to move his ribs, probably with broken ribs.

Hagrid had apparently just returnedโ€”a thick black travel cloak slung over the back of his chair, and a large backpack large enough for a few children leaned against the wall. Hagrid, twice as tall and three times as wide as a normal person, limped to the stove and placed a copper kettle on it.

"What made you hurt like this?" asked Harry, big dogtooth bouncing around them, licking their faces.

"I said, it's fine. Hagrid said stubbornly, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Forget it," Ron said, "look at the way you look!"

"I'm fine with you. Hagrid straightened up.

"Hagrid, you should show Madam Pomfrey. Harry said, "You're hurting too badly. โ€

Hagrid waved his hand disapprovingly, "Harry, this injury isn't a big deal. I just need to rest for a few days to recover, and going to the castle to find Madam Pomfrey is too eye-catching - now that Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts, I should keep a low profile as much as possible. โ€

"But there's going to be something to deal with. Ron said

"Rest assured, I can handle this little injury myselfโ€”I have suffered more severe injuries in the Forbidden Forest. It's all right in the end. Hagrid didn't care, he walked over to the large wooden table in the middle of the cabin, and removed a tea towel from it, and underneath it was a bloody strip of raw flesh, shiny green, slightly larger than a normal car tire.

"This is the dragon meat of the Welsh Green Dragon. It can effectively analgesic, sterilize and reduce inflammation. Hagrid picked up the dragon flesh and applied it to the left side of his face, green blood dripping onto his beard, and he snorted in satisfaction. "It's much better that way. โ€

"Can you tell us what happened to you?" asked Harry.

"No, Harry. This is absolutely confidential, and I can't sue you, and I can't take my job to cover this responsibility. โ€

"Hagrid, now that Dumbledore has been forced out by Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic, I don't think Umbridge will let you be reinstated. โ€

"Even if you say that, I won't sue you, Harry. It's classified, and I promised Professor Dumbledore not to tell anyone. โ€

"I thought, maybe you can tell us something less important?" Ron began to pat himself on the back, "After all, no one else knows, and we're all very curious. โ€

Hagrid looked down and pondered for a moment, "Well, I guess it's okay to tell you a little bit. So, on the orders of Professor Dumbledore, I went to find the giant. โ€

"Giants?" Harry exclaimed, "are you really looking for giants?" says the history of magic. The giants are gone. โ€

"If you're willing to look for them, you can find them, and honestly, they're not that hard to find because they're so big. โ€

"And where are they?" asked Ron.

"In the mountains. Hagrid replied vaguely. "In the mountains where Muggle mountaineering accidents are common. Giants live there. โ€

"Didn't the Muggles notice?" Ron asked.

"What's the use of detecting it. Hagrid smiled wryly, there were people from the Emergency Services Division who were responsible for cleaning the memories of Muggles who witnessed the giants, and besides, basically no Muggles could escape the giants, and they all lost their lives in the end. โ€

"Then the Ministry of Magic doesn't care?" asked Harry.

Hagrid looked sad, "Why do you want to manage - there used to be hundreds of giant tribes in the world, but then with the intervention of wizards, their numbers became smaller and smaller. Of course, most of them killed each other on their own, and now only a very small number of giants were hiding in the mountains there. The giants are already violent and murderous, they huddle together, and there are more things to kill each other, even if the wizard doesn't care, they will destroy themselves sooner or later. โ€

Harry then remembered that Hagrid was also half of the Giant's blood, and he opened his mouth to Hagrid's words, "Hagrid, when did you go looking for the Giant?"

"At the end of last semester, I left - Dumbledore had planned to ask Lady Maxime to come with me, and she was half giant. But Madame Maxim had other more important tasks, so in the end I was the only one who went. โ€

"Traveling is a joyful thing, but it's a bit lonely to go on the road alone. Hagrid poured himself a large glass of his own homemade drink. "With the Ministry of Magic spies following me all the way, I can only pretend that I don't know how to go slowlyโ€”my wand has not been restored, and if I use my magic in front of someone who is watching, then I will be arrested at any time, until I finally shake off those hateful tails near Dijon. โ€

Hagrid drank most of his drink.

"Then I secretly found an opportunity to use a little magic, and the trip was not bad. It took me a lot of time to meet two crazy trolls on the Polish border, and then I had a little trouble with a miserly vampire in a bar in Minsk, but without that, the trip couldn't have been smoother. โ€

"I found the address Dumbledore had given me and began to walk into the mountains, looking for signs of the giant. So as soon as I got there, I had to put away my magic - the giants hated any creature that used magic, and the wizards had inflicted great losses on the giants. โ€

Hagrid paused for a long sip of tea.

"Go on!" Harry urged.

"Dumbledore had told me that someone might find the giant before me, and I didn't pay attention to it, but when I came to the mountain, I was stunned by what I saw.

"What is the scene?"

"It's corpses, giant corpses all over the mountains, giants are dead!"