The Slytherin players were all paralyzed with laughter. Flint couldn't stand up with a smile and was supported by a new broom. Malfoy landed on all fours, two fists pounding the ground. The Gryffindor team gathered around Ron, who kept spitting out the big slug. No one seems to want to touch him. "We'd better take him to Hagrid, there's the closest." Harry said to Hermione, and she nodded bravely. The two of them grabbed Ron by the arm and pulled him up.

"I'll go with you, I'm also responsible for the damage to Ron's wand. When I get to Hagrid's hut, I'll see if I can get him to vomit completely. Augustus said to Harry. Harry nodded, and the four of them headed towards Hagrid's hut.

"What's wrong, Harry? What's wrong? Is he sick? But you can cure him, don't you?' Colin ran over and followed them out of the pitch in a hurry. Ron's body heaved violently, and more snots fell on his chest. "Oh-" Colin held up his camera with great interest, "can you hold him still, Harry?" Go away, Colin!" Harry said angrily. The four of them quickly came to the edge of the forest...... "It's almost there, Ron," Hermione said, and the hunting ground guard's cabin appeared in front of the limit, "You'll be almost there in a moment."

They had walked only twenty paces from Hagrid's hut when the door suddenly opened, but it was not Hagrid who was pacing out, but Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing the lightest lilac robe to-day. "Hide." Harry whispered, pulling Augustus behind the nearest bush. Hermione and Ron followed suit, but reluctantly. "It's easy to do if you can!" Lockhart was speaking loudly to Hagrid, "If you need any help, come to me, you know where I am!" I'll give you a copy of the book I wrote – I'm surprised you don't have one. I'll sign my name and send it here tonight. Okay, see you again!'' He strode towards the castle.

Augustus frowned, what is the matter with Lockhart coming here, is it to develop his followers? It is indeed possible that Hagrid's simplicity could be developed into an admirer of Lockhart. This Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher doesn't look like a peaceful master no matter how you look at it.

It wasn't until Lockhart was out of sight that the four came out from behind the bushes, walked to Hagrid's door, and knocked urgently. Hagrid came out at once, angry, but when he saw that it was them outside the door, he immediately smiled. "I've been wondering when you're going to come and see me—come in, come in—I thought Professor Lockhart was back. Augustus is here too, welcome, welcome. ”

Augustus nodded, and the four of them walked into the hut, where a king-size bed lay in the corner of one wall, and a fire crackled merrily on the other. Harry helped Ron to sit down in his chair.

"Hagrid, please get a bigger basin out." Augustus glanced around the room and said to Hagrid, who found a large copper basin and placed it in front of Ron. Augustus drew his wand, and a "vomiting technique" was applied to Ron, who held the copper basin and began to spit out the slugs, and when all the slugs were squirted out, the next "repair as before" was released on Ron, and Ron let out a sigh of relief and stopped vomiting.

"Thank you, Mr. Augustus, you saved me again." Ron touched his nose and thanked Augustus.

"It's okay, speaking of which, your wand was damaged by the beating willow, I also have a certain responsibility, if you can make corresponding actions at that time, your wand will not be broken." Augustus clearly remembered the incident.

Hagrid was busy making them tea. His Great Hound Tooth dripped saliva onto Harry.

"What is Lockhart doing here, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching his teeth.

"Teach me how to keep the water demon from getting into the well," Hagrid said indignantly, taking a half-plucked rooster from the cleanly wiped table and placing the teapot on it, "as if I didn't know what to do." He also bragged about how he drove out female ghosts. If one of them was true, I ate the teapot. ”

Commenting on the Hogwarts teacher, this was not at all like Hagrid's personality, and Harry looked at him in surprise. Hermione, for her part, said in a slightly higher than usual voice, "I think you're a little unjust, Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he's the right fit—"

"It's the only one," Hagrid said as he served them a plate of creamy fudge, "I mean the only one." It's hard to find a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher these days, and people don't want to do it, thinking it's unlucky. None of them dried long. Tell me," Hagrid said, turning his head to Ron, "who is he trying to curse?"

Malfoy scolded Hermione, which must have been vicious, because everyone was angry. "Very vicious," Ron said hoarsely, peeking his head out on the edge of the table, "Malfoy calls her 'Mudblood', Hagrid—"

"I don't really understand what this mudblood means." Augustus glanced at Hagrid.

"Mudblood is a defamatory term for Muggle-born people, those whose parents don't know magic. Some wizards, like the Malfoys, always felt that they were superior to others because they were so-called purebreds. Hagrid groaned slightly, then spoke.

"Actually, the rest of us know that it doesn't matter at all. Look at Neville Longbottom - he's a purebred, but he can't even put the crucible correctly. Ron made a somewhat malicious joke.

"We Hermione won't use the spell, they haven't invented it yet!" Hagrid said proudly, Hermione's face flushed with shame.

"In this way, this is indeed a very unfriendly word, as far as I know, Voldemort is not a pure-blooded wizard, but his strength is comparable to how many pure-blooded wizards, so it turns out that the strength of a wizard has nothing to do with whether he is a purebred, Hermione should not care too much." Augustus said lightly.

As soon as Voldemort's three words came out, both Ron and Hagrid couldn't help but shudder. To lighten the mood,. "Harry," Hagrid said, as if suddenly it occurred to him, "I'm going to settle accounts with you. I heard you sent a signed photo, why didn't I get it?" Harry was furious, and he strained his mouth open. "I didn't send an autographed photo," he protested vehemently, "if Lockhart is still spreading this rumor—" but he smiled at Hagrid. "I'm kidding," he lovingly patted Harry on the back, causing Harry's face to hit the table.

As the weather began to cool, a gust of wind blew on the door of Hagrid's hut with a crisp sound, and Augustus looked out the window, the sky and clouds looking more and more distant against the background of the Forbidden Forest.

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