For the next week, Hagrid was nowhere to be seen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was not seen at the faculty table during mealtime, and he was not seen on the grounds performing his duties as a hunting ground warden, and Harry had searched for him several times, but he would not show up, hiding in the cabin and drawing the curtains.

At the start of the new semester, even his position was replaced by a substitute teacher, Professor Graplan.

Professor Grapeland was an elderly witch with her gray hair cut short and her chin prominent.

In all fairness, compared to Hagrid, her teaching skills are much better, and she knows how to choose the right magical creatures.

On the first two days of the new semester, she showed the third and fourth grade students the unicorn, which is much more popular than fried snails.

Professor Grapeland told the students a lot about unicorns, some of which even Evan didn't know.

Not to mention the girls, being able to touch the unicorns makes them excited one by one.

All in all, Professor Graplan's outstanding performance made a deep impression on all the young wizards.

She made everyone realize that it was so much fun to protect magical creatures, and that there was no need for Malfoy and the Slytherin gang to continue to smear them, and the only sympathy they had for Hagrid was quickly disappearing, and they all hoped that Professor Grapeland would stay.

"That's what I think of as a class in protecting magical creatures, a decent animal like a unicorn, not a monster!" Lavender said to them over dinner, "I wish she stayed......"

"What about Hagrid?" asked Harry angrily.

Lavender had just been talking about how good Professor Graplane was, and it annoyed him.

"He could still be a gamekeeper, wouldn't he?!" replied Lavender.

Noticing Harry's expression, Ron hurriedly tugged at her clothes and motioned for Lavender to stop talking.

After the prom, Ron and Lavender's relationship didn't end as Evan and Harry and Hermione had hoped, but instead got better.

Ron even tried to get Lavender into their clique, but as things stand, it was difficult!

They are not all the way people at all, and their personality concepts and views on things are too different.

Neither Aven, Harry, Hermione, nor Colin, Ginny, or Gabriel could talk to Lavender.

"No, we have to find Hagrid!" said Harry, putting down his knife and fork, "go now, go and tell him we want him back...... Do you want him back?!"

He asked Hermione coldly, who had just praised Professor Graplan, thinking she was doing well in class.

"I don't want to tell a lie, it's not bad to take a decent lesson in protecting magical creatures once in a while, but I do want Hagrid to come back, of course I do!" Hermione hurriedly added, frightened by Harry's angry gaze.

Harry nodded, "Then it's decided, we'll all go, make sure he comes out to meet us......"

"I'm not going!" Lavender interjected, not noticing Harry's face, "I really don't understand why we had to let Hagrid stay, he wasn't a qualified professor of conservation of magical creatures compared to Professor Graplan. ”

Harry gasped and left without refuting Lavender, but he was undoubtedly angry!

Evan and Hermione hurried after them, and Ron hesitated for a moment, staying behind to comfort Lavender.

She looked equally aggrieved, believing that she hadn't said anything wrong.

And so it was, she was just telling the truth, not thinking about her relationship with Hagrid, but she didn't seem to have much of a relationship with Hagrid.

The field was still covered in snow and ice, and after leaving the castle, Harry strode as fast as he could, almost trotting all the way to Hagrid's cabin, and it took a lot of effort for Evan and Hermione to catch up with him.

The last time Harry was so angry was when he faced Peter Pettigrew and learned the truth about his parents' deaths.

Hagrid has always had a very important place in his mind.

Lavender's words just now and the fact that Ron didn't follow up gave him a lot of stimulation.

He didn't listen to Evan and Hermione at all right now, he just wanted to see Hagrid!

He was going to tell Hagrid that he didn't care if he was a half-blood giant or not!

Five minutes later, they arrived at Hagrid's cabin, the curtains still tightly drawn.

Evan knocked on the door, and could hear the muffled barking of Fangfangs inside.

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry shouted, walking over and banging on the door, "Open the door!"

Hagrid didn't answer, they could hear Tooth scratching at the door, whining and whispering, but the door didn't open.

They knocked heavily for more than ten minutes, but there was still no response.

Evan leaned outside the window and looked through the gap in the curtains, and Hagrid was definitely inside.

It's just that I don't plan to see them as I did the first few times I came.

But Harry wasn't about to give up, he shouted loudly and saw Ron running from the castle panting.

He had just coaxed Lavender and ran here, looking at Harry apologetically, apologizing and explaining what Lavender had just said.

Ron was able to come over and make Harry feel a little better, and his mood swings weren't as great as before.

As for what Lavender said, he didn't take it to heart at all, never from beginning to end!

Harry continued to pound on the door, and Ron knocked on a window, but there was still no response.

"Why is he avoiding us?" said Hermione, "he wouldn't think we minded if he was a half-blood giant, would he?"

"Obviously, he cares!"

"That's enough, Hagrid, we know you're in there!" Harry shouted, pulling out his wand, "Get out, no one cares if your mother is a giant, Hagrid!

There was a red glow from the end of his wand and a loud bang, and the door to Hagrid's cabin was opened!

Hagrid watched in amazement at the group of intruders, sitting by the extinguished fireplace with two bottles in front of him.

There were more empty wine bottles on the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of wine.

Hagrid looked very embarrassed, his face was spotted, his eyes were red and swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme when it came to hair: he no longer tried to get his hair neat, and they were now a pile of tangled wires.

He didn't even change into that fluffy brown suit from the day of the Christmas Ball.

"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry said, leading the way inside.

"Good!" Hagrid said, looking up and in a very hoarse voice. (To be continued.) )