When Harry and Ron stepped through the snow to Hagrid's hut, they happened to see Hagrid. But he saw Hagrid, who was unusually tall, carrying a pine tree that was taller than him.

Behind him, in the Forbidden Forest, Harry had a faint glimpse of a frighteningly large figure, fleeting in the depths of the woods, and lost its track.

In the clearing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, several large pine trees leaned diagonally.

"Oh! Lads—" Hagrid waved his arms in joy as soon as he saw Harry and Ron, and the snow from the pine trees slid down, spreading the snow on the ground thicker.

"Need help?" Harry tried to draw his wand, but Hagrid stopped him.

"No, ......no," Hagrid said, waving his hand, "these pines can't be sent to the castle yet, they have to be dealt with!" Don't worry, enough time! ”

As he had said, he put aside even the pine tree he was carrying on his shoulder, and walked towards Harry and Ron empty-handed.

"Don't stand outside, go inside! Come inside and warm up......" Hagrid gently pushed Harry and Ron on on their backs and led them back to the door of the hunting lodge, "The door is unlocked, just pull it open!" I think I can take a break as well. ”

As soon as the wooden door opened, Hagrid's Hound Tooth barked wildly.

"Yaya, stop screaming!" Hagrid lowered his head and shouted from above Harry and Ron's heads, "Have you taught you all the songs you have been teaching in the past few days?" ”

"Teach Yaya to sing?" Harry, who was walking inside, suddenly stopped and said in astonishment.

"Yes!"

Once they were all inside, Hagrid shook his head regretfully as he turned to close the door.

"Aragog had learned two songs before, and it sang better than I did......" Hagrid sighed, "Oh—I miss Aragog." ”

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, both seeing the helplessness on each other's faces.

The funeral of the big spider is very vivid in their minds right now, and even if it is a corpse, it is quite terrifying. As for a singing spider?

All right! It sounds a little funny, but at best, it can only go from "terrible" to "disgusting", right? It's a little better, but it's still not so acceptable.

It's just that when the two of them recall that Hagrid cried like a tearful child on the day of the funeral, they couldn't help but understand Hagrid's feelings.

Ron went to draw some pieces of wood from the pyre and put them in the fireplace, and Harry cast a fire charm on them—they felt they should do something for Hagrid, even if it was just a small thing.

"Oh, yes, Hagrid...... What song do you want to teach Yaya to sing? Harry asked casually.

"Uh-huh......" Hagrid was re-inspired, "Christmas songs, of course!" I was taught to a half-breed once by a Muggle song, which is strangely famous! Want to hear about it? ”

"Oh, no...... I mean, save it for Christmas Day! Ron hurriedly persuaded.

"Hah! That's right," Hagrid nodded happily, "I'm going to teach Tooth well in the next two days, and then I'd like to have it perform at the Christmas dinner...... Well, I wish there were a few more kids at Hogwarts this year! Otherwise, Yaya will have to sing to the professors! It's a pity ......."

"Really?" Harry shrugged his shoulders when he said this, "I'd love to stay with you - it's so much better to spend Christmas here than to go back to Privet!" ”

Hagrid hurriedly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, that's what I said!" He said a little nervously, "You have to go back when it's time to go back, don't listen to the nonsense I just said - you should spend Christmas with your loved ones." ”

"Hmm...... Dear," Harry was visibly disimpressed, "yes, dear! ”

“…… Harry. Ron reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "I was thinking, maybe I could ask my parents - they'll welcome you to the Burrow for a lively Christmas!" ”

"Really?" Harry came to his senses in the blink of an eye, and he asked again and again, "Is it really possible?" I mean – that sounds fantastic! ”

Although he would love to meet Sirius at Black's house - I heard that he had returned from the United States, the Weasleys would definitely be back in their home for Christmas, so the two sides were staggered.

Moreover, it is hard to say whether he will be allowed to go to Grimmauld Place this time! As the secret headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, there are dangers buried there at all times, and no matter how you think about it, it is not suitable for the holidays.

Or......

"Ron, what do you think...... Can you convince your mom to invite Sirius too? Harry turned his head abruptly, asking Ron with some expectation.

Ron shook his head in embarrassment.

"I can try, but I don't think it's likely to succeed. I think you understand the reason - how much and how much ......."

As Ron said, not only because Sirius was still on a wanted warrant, but also because Sirius seemed to be recovering from injuries and not suitable for moving.

As for Mrs. Weasley...... Sirius was probably not very welcome to her house, as she and Sirius always didn't get along well, and this feeling was so obvious that even Harry could see it at a glance.

But the thought that Sirius would have to spend Christmas Day in bed made Harry feel a pang in his heart.

“…… You should be able to look forward to Maca, though! Ron suddenly comforted him, "Didn't Maca mention it?" He says Sirius will be fine by Christmas! ”

"Oh-" Hagrid snorted inexplicably as soon as he heard Maca's name, "yes! I can get Maca to come to you with Toothtooth so you can listen to Toothtooth sing Christmas tunes! ”

It seemed that nothing could make Hagrid dismiss him. Neither Harry nor Ron tried to stop him, for they were afraid that Hagrid would not be able to think of it, and would go straight to the Burrow with his teeth and teeth on his own, and give them a terrible man-dog duet.

After continuing to sit with Hagrid for a while, they felt that they could not stay any longer.

Because, now Hagrid's mind is full of teaching Tooth to sing. Maybe if they stay a little longer, they'll have to be music teachers with Hagrid again!

Harry was about to get up and find some reason to go back to the castle. But before he could speak, there was a knock at the door of the hut.

"Hey! Is there anyone here? ”

A man's voice came in from outside the door, sounding spirited.

"Oh...... Some of them, here they are......" Hagrid replied as he pulled his big ass out of the couch, "who is it?" I don't have a lot of guests here...... I mean, except for a few of you......"

As the wooden door creaked again, the cold wind outside suddenly poured in, and the hut, which had finally warmed up a little, was suddenly much colder again.

"Oh, I'll just say there's somebody—there's smoke coming from the chimney!" As soon as the door opened, a chubby old man appeared in front of Hagrid, "Hmm...... You must be Rubeus Hagrid! Minerva and I mentioned you, a former gamekeeper and now a professor in the Conservation of Magical Creatures. ”

"Are you ......" Hagrid looked at the old man carefully, and quickly recognized him, "Mr. Slughorn?" How did you end up here? Meeting old friends at Hogwarts? ”

"Well, of course, there's part of the reason for that." Slughorn stamped his foot, shook the snow off the soles of his boots, and smiled calmly, "I think it's better for us to go in and talk—we can't leave the door open all the time, it's going to freeze your little guests!" ”

He spoke as if he didn't have anything to do, as if he really cared about Harry and Ron's feelings, but the truth was that he wanted to warm up with a fire as well.

"Oh, you're right, please come in-"

Barely holding his stomach, Hagrid struggled to move his massive body to the corner of the door, letting Slughorn pass. He himself closed the wooden door after letting Slughorn in.

Slughorn walked over to the fireplace, loosening his scarf, and then immediately turned his gaze to Harry.

"Harry, we're meeting again!" He greeted him refreshedly, as if he and Harry were old friends, "How are you doing?" It's a little bit early, but I'd like to wish you a Merry Christmas! ”

"Well," Harry nodded reluctantly, "you too." ”

Probably because he saw that Harry was a little dismissive, Slughorn was much more cautious this time. He didn't stare at Harry anymore, but instead looked around the cabin again.

"This ......," he seemed to see, his eyes lit up, "Hagrid, could this be...... Unicorn hair, right? ”

"Oh, indeed, that's the hair on their tails......," Hagrid nodded indifferently, "there are a few in the woods from time to time, and they seem to shed their hair regularly—on the branches or on the ground. ”

"My dear friend," Slughorn tried to suppress his inner excitement, "they look so beautiful! ”

"It's pretty, but it's more useful—" Hagrid said with a shrug of his shoulders, "and if an animal is injured, it can be used as a bandage, especially strong!" And it's a bit of an effect on the recovery of the injury. ”

"Oh, it's—"

Seeing that Hagrid didn't seem to fully realize the value of this thing, Slughorn secretly had fun. He was about to try to get his hands on them, but Hagrid shook his head.

"I know what you're trying to say—" Hagrid said, spreading his hands, "Maca told me that it would be a waste to use it as a bandage...... So he would occasionally come and use them to make some potions to heal injuries and evil spirits, not to mention, they were indeed very effective! ”

"Damn, that kid got a head start again! Again! Slughorn couldn't help but feel a pang of anger in his heart.