Harry and Ron made their way to Hagrid's cabin, the door closed as if no one was there.

"Hagrid, are you there?" called Harry.

Hagrid didn't respond, but Harry heard the loud dogtooth's bark, followed by a whispered reprimand, and the tooth immediately shut up.

"Harry, it looks like Hagrid doesn't want to see us. Ron said.

"Hagrid, open the door, we want to talk to you!" Harry tapped at the door. "We know you're in there. ”

There was still no response inside.

"If you don't open the door, I'm going to blow it open!" Harry said, drawing his wand.

"Harry!" Ron said in a frightened voice, "you can't do that, Hagrid will be angry." ”

"Why not!" said Harry, "stand back—"

However, before he could speak, the door to the hut suddenly opened—something Harry had expected, and Hagrid stood there glaring at him angrily, though he was wearing a printed apron, but it was still quite intimidating.

"I'm a teacher!" he yelled at Harry, "Teacher, Potter! How dare you threaten me to blow up my door!"

"I'm sorry, sir. Harry said, deliberately biting the last two words hard as he slipped his wand into his robes.

Hagrid seemed stunned.

"When did you start calling me 'sir'?"

"When did you start calling me 'Potter'?"

"Ho, clever enough," Hagrid snarled, "interesting enough." Got me in, didn't you? Okay, come in, you ungrateful boys. ”

He muttered angrily, flashing back to let them out. Ron followed Harry into the cabin.

"What's the matter?" said Hagrid, "what's the matter? Conscience has found out? Think I'm pitiful? Think I'm lonely or something? Then I tell you, I don't need your sympathy. Hagrid grunted and sliced the beef and fed it to the big dogtooth, who let out a happy cry.

"No," said Harry at once, "we just wanted to come and see you, Hagrid, I'm so hungry now, do you have anything to eat here?"

"Hmph, you want to come and see me. Hagrid muttered, "Wait." ”

He stamped his feet around, brewed tea in a huge copper teapot, and kept muttering something in his mouth. Finally, he placed two small kegs of teacups in front of them, the color of which was as dark as mahogany, and brought a plate of his homemade rock skin cakes. Harry was so hungry that he couldn't even care about Hagrid's cooking skills, so he reached for a piece.

"Hagrid," Ron stammered, "the reason I didn't take your magical creature protection class was because—because my mom asked me to take other classes, and she wanted me to go to the Ministry of Magic instead of going to Romania to raise dragons like Charlie." ”

Hagrid snorted hard through his nose.

"Really!" Ron said, "I can't even get my class schedule!"

"I forgive you, Ron. Hagrid still kept a straight face, "And what about you, Harry?"

Harry devoured his piece of rock skin, which nearly broke his teeth, but he was so hungry that he could barely swallow it.

"Hagrid, I missed the exam to protect magical creatures, and I'm not eligible for your class. ”

"Yes, after all, it was my brother who injured you, and it's all my fault that you missed the exam. Hagrid said with a blank expression.

"No, it's not—" Harry explained, "I'll heal the skin wound soon, I'm—"

"You fell into a trap and missed the exam, didn't you? Hagrid said angrily, "Harry, when will you pay more attention to protecting yourself and not always act so recklessly! ”

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

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"Professor Slughorn's little party, Hermione, he's sending you an invitation this time, and it seems he thinks you have a lot of potential, too. ”

"Alright. Hermione scratched at her unkempt hair in annoyance, "I don't want to go to that troublesome party, Professor Slughorn is too enthusiastic." ”

"Don't worry, Hermione. Silver could see Hermione's scruples at a glance, "This isn't a formal ball, it doesn't have to be too formal." ”

"That's good. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't want to spend two hours in my hair. ”

"Actually, all you need is a little magic, if you want. Silver said slowly. "You'll be able to keep your hair silky smooth forever. ”

"Don't even think about it, Jack. Hermione snapped, "I don't want to use magic to change any part of my body. ”

"And your door—"

"Shut up, Jack. Hermione slapped a book in Silver's face. "There's nothing wrong with your poor memory. (To be continued......)