Hagrid's sense of Lockhart was really bad.

Having said that, the other party suddenly ran over to find him, and he actually wanted to teach him how to prevent the water monster from getting into the well?

Looking at Lockhart, who was constantly nagging, Hagrid became in a trance, and couldn't help but look at the place where Albert had just disappeared, and couldn't help but complain about the guy who had just slipped away.

Albert must have expected this to happen, so he sneaked away.

Damn, he didn't stay with himself.

Hagrid felt an inexplicable noise, what did Lockhart just say?

Khalifa autographed photo?

"Does he need an autograph?" Hagrid interrupted, feeling speechless, "Professor Lockhart, Harry doesn't need an autograph, he's already famous." ”

Lockhart frowned slightly, but quickly continued to nag about Harry coming to school in a flying car.

Hagrid was speechless for a moment, so he simply took the freshly slaughtered rooster from the side, began to pluck the chicken feathers, and casually perfunctory a few words to the other party.

Lockhart's various boasting made Hagrid feel uncomfortable, and he really didn't understand whether the other party couldn't understand it, or deliberately couldn't understand it, so he nagged for nearly ten minutes.

I don't know how this man can say so much, isn't he thirsty?

"If you need any help, just come to me. Lockhart smiled at Hagrid with what he thought was handsome, "You know where I am!"

"No, thanks, I don't need help just yet. Hagrid said dryly.

"I'm surprised you don't have a book I've written, though. Lockhart was not embarrassed at all, and said to himself, "Tonight, I'll send a signed book." Okay, goodbye!"

As soon as Lockhart left, Hagrid closed the wooden door and let out a big sigh.

Thankfully, he's finally gone.

When Hagrid turned his head, he saw Albert sitting in his same position again.

"Where were you hiding? Hagrid glared at Albert angrily.

"Lockhart would have been more upset if he saw me, so I'd better not see him here. Albert didn't pay attention to Hagrid's disgruntled gaze, and casually changed the topic and asked, "By the way, what is the water monster that Lockhart just mentioned?"

"Water monsters are just a general term for monsters that live in water. Hagrid took the half-plucked rooster from the table, wiped it clean with a rag, and put the teapot and snacks back on it.

"What water monsters live in wells?" asked Albert, scratching his teeth' ears.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Hagrid took a deep look at Albert and stepped forward to open the door, relieved to see that it was Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"What is Lockhart doing here, Hagrid?" Harry Potter's voice came from outside the door.

"Teach me how to keep the water demon from going into the well," Hagrid said indignantly, "as if I didn't know, what's wrong with Ron, he looks like he's sick?"

Harry and Hermione carried Ron across the threshold, and as they walked into the cabin, they saw Albert sitting there rubbing the dog's head.

"Albert?" the surprise on Hermione's face quickly returned to normal, and she said with a smile, "Congratulations, winning the International Wizarding Chess Championship." ”

"Thanks, what's wrong with Weasley, has he been hit by a curse?" Albert suggested as he looked at Ron, who was spitting slugs, "If you can't break the spell, you'd better take him to Madam Pomfrey, so he can suffer less." ”

"The ......" Harry helped Ron to his chair and awkwardly told the two of them why Ron had spat slugs.

"He's lucky, and sometimes something really bad happens when the spell fires back. Albert looked at Ron with interest and pulled out his wand to try to undo it, but it obviously didn't have much effect, because Ron had another slug in his mouth, which looked really flattering.

"It's better to spit it out than to swallow it," Hagrid didn't seem to be too worried, finding a large copper basin to rest in front of Ron.

"Swallow?" Albert couldn't help but feel sick as he listened to Hagrid's words.

"Can't help it?" asked Hermione.

"Failed. However, this is to be expected, and spell backfire is a difficult situation to deal with. Albert didn't care about Ron's situation, anyway, the person who spit the slug wasn't himself, and his friends didn't take people to the school hospital, so who could blame him?

"It's time for that broken wand!"

Hagrid was pouring tea for a few people with a copper kettle, and suddenly it occurred to him, "Oh, yes, Harry. I heard you sent a signed photo, why didn't I get it?"

"I didn't send an autographed photo," Harry protested dissatisfied, "that's Lockhart spreading rumors everywhere." ”

"Harry, you can go to Lee Jordan and sign your wizarding card. Albert suddenly remembered something and continued, "That way, you don't need autographs anymore, and the last time I told Lockhart about this, he agreed to let me make an exclusive wizard card for him." ”

"No, no need, thank you. Harry dryly refused.

"I advise you not to refuse, even Dumbledore would be happy to do so. Albert kindly reminded, "In fact, the professors at the school have basically agreed. ”

"Basically?"

"Professor Snape didn't agree, and I couldn't convince him for the time being. To be honest, Professor Snape may have had a slight misunderstanding with me. Albert made up his mind and did it secretly, anyway, Snape ended up cold, as long as there is a photo, it is difficult for the other party to climb out and make trouble for himself, so Albert doesn't care if Snape refuses or not.

"I don't seem to have one. Hagrid said suddenly.

"Yes, I've been making it for you a long time ago, and if you're interested, I'll bring you a set of cards next time. Albert said with a smile.

"That's great!" Hagrid nodded with satisfaction, "I don't want Lockhart's cards, though." ”

"Doesn't Hagrid like Professor Lockhart?" Hermione looked surprised.

"Actually, everybody doesn't like Professor Lockhart. "Don't you notice it?" Basically, the professors in the school don't like Professor Lockhart very much. ”

Harry's mouth opened in shock, Hermione looked confused and confused, and Ron was spitting slugs into the basin.

"I came to Hagrid to ask about Lockhart, and with his teaching skills, I suspect that what Professor Lockhart describes in his book is fiction. ”

"You shouldn't ......"

"Lockhart just boasted to me about how he could exorcise female ghosts, and if one of them was true, I ate the teapot. Hagrid echoed Albert's words.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore thinks Lockhart ......" Hermione's voice couldn't help but raise a little.

"Who was Ron trying to curse?" Albert rudely digressed, it would be unwise for him not to talk to a fan about who she liked.

"Malfoy. Ron said hoarsely, "Malfoy called Hermione 'Mudblood'"

"Is it true?" Hagrid looked at Hermione indignantly, wanting to get an answer from her personally.

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "but I don't know what that means. ”

"Mudblood means Muggle wizards like us. Albert casually explained, "It's a slanderous term for someone whose parents don't know magic." ”

Hagrid looked at Albert speechlessly, he couldn't understand why Albert didn't seem to be angry at all.

"Actually, you don't know. Albert took a sip of tea, shook his head and said, "The so-called pure-blood wizards in the wizarding world are a bunch of poor worms. ”

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and even Ron stopped vomiting.

"The so-called pure-bloods are actually born by intermarriage. After all, the pure-blood wizards in Britain are so many people that they will inevitably have some relatives. Albert began to popularize science to the stunned three: "Within three generations of direct blood relatives, they are considered close relatives." ”

"You may not know that intermarriage can create a bunch of problems, such as genetic diseases, such as mental decline, such as schizophrenia, such as personality can become irritable, angry, arrogant, conceited, and even unreasonable. Albert took a sip of tea and continued, "Now do you know why dark wizards are cruel? because they are the product of consanguineous marriage, and sometimes birth is not a choice for themselves, so I say they are poor creatures, and think that they are more irritable at birth, or have a genetic disease. ”

Hagrid thought it was ridiculous, but he felt that Albert really had some truth in what he said, and that most of the Death Eaters were not those so-called pure-blood wizards.

Don't those so-called pure-blood wizards like to marry?

"Although the offspring produced by such intermarriage may have far more magical power than ordinary wizards, it is not up to them to see whose magic power is stronger. As he spoke, Albert raised his hand and tapped his head, "Wizards need to rely more on their brains, and brains are the most important thing?"

Ron wanted to laugh, a guy like the Malfoys who had a sense of superiority had become a worthless wretched creature in Albert's mouth, and he really should let the other party hear this.

Vomit!

Ron hurriedly leaned down again, retching, and a few slugs popped out of his mouth again.

This time, it seems to have woken up the other three. It's just that the expressions on their faces have become very strange.