Even the tongue of a half-giant is not as resistant to scalding as ordinary people, is it?

Hermione and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, they thought Hagrid remembered his big spider when he saw Roger... Aragog, the spider slaughtered by Roger in the Forbidden Forest, was raised by Hagrid. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dumbledore had already told Hagrid the details of what had happened, and Aragog was grateful to Hagrid for nurturing him so much that he could travel freely on his territory, and no one else had such a special case.

Hagrid cried several times in grief, and although it was hard to believe that the furry 'little spider' would attack humans, he was even more convinced of Old Deng's words.

But the sulking couldn't help but get angry, and after ignoring Roger for a few months, it slowly eased.

Hagrid spat out his fat big tongue and tried to cool down while fanning the wind with his palm to his mouth, and said vaguely, "I'm in a hurry... I'm in a hurry. ”

Harry and Hermione both lowered their heads and blew on their hot teas to keep them from laughing.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Hagrid had eased up, the little savior also asked curiously, "Is there something going on in the woods again?

Hagrid, the keeper of the hunting grounds, is not a dry eater, under normal circumstances, he can unimpeded the entire Forbidden Forest, once he wants to bring a bow and crossbow, it basically means that the situation is out.

The hunting ground guard hesitated for a moment, and felt that there seemed to be nothing that could not be said, so he said frankly: "There seems to have been a slight earthquake in the Forbidden Forest in the past few days, so I went in and took a look..."

"Earthquakes, impossible! If it's true, we'll feel it. Hermione immediately vetoed.

"Hmm... Actually, it's not an earthquake, is it..."Hagrid's small black beetle-like eyes showed a thoughtful look, and said uncertainly: "Maybe it's a slight vibration or something? I don't know much about these... Anyway, it seems to have affected the whole forest, and I only felt a little bit when I lived close here, and the castle was too far away. ”

Roger blinked, if you can usually feel the tremor, it is an earthquake of magnitude three or four, this forbidden forest area is large enough, and the earthquake does not go beyond the scope of the forest...

"I went inside the other day anyway, and the animals were getting very irritable, and the centaurs even warned me just in case I had something to defend myself," Hagrid continued, taking a large sip of tea that was no longer piping hot.

"Did you find anything?" asked Roger.

Hagrid touched his beard, which had grown unkempt, and said uncertainly, "Except that the animals are far away from the center of the Forbidden Forest, there's nothing wrong with that... I've searched there today, and the trees and land haven't changed, and I haven't found any dangerous creatures..."

"That central area should be the epicenter... But it's strange that there are so many earthquakes that no animals have escaped from the forest..."Roger looked through the window of the hut in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and now everything was calm and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe it's because the magical creatures of the wizarding world are different from ordinary animals, and Roger doesn't feel that his reserves and Hermione's Crook Hill have been behaving strangely these days. Maybe it's physiologically different...

Roger didn't take it to heart either, anyway, the sky was falling and there were tall men on top of it, what happened to the professors in front of them as escorts.

"Get out of the forest, the centaurs are stubborn like a stone, and want them to move unless the whole forest is burned. Hagrid chuckled, grabbed the potatoes in the basket with his fan-sized palm, and began peeling them.

This attitude was puzzling enough, and Harry asked aloud, "What did the centaurs say?"

"Stars, prophecies, calamities, and other Shinto things... He even warned me that I better stay away from 'their' forest!" Hagrid peeled the potatoes as hard as if each potato had a deep hatred for him: "'their' forest!?If Dumbledore hadn't agreed to take them in, these mules would have been homeless!"

He snorted hard in his nose, and Roger almost suspected that a few pieces of nose cow had fallen into the potatoes.

Thankfully, they won't stay for dinner......

The trip to Hagrid's hut was anything but fun, and the rest of the day was spent listening to the hunting keeper sitting in his chair and loudly accusing the horses of their ingratitude.

However, Roger thinks that Hagrid has misunderstood the meaning of the centaurs, and that they are warning him about the danger in the forest, so Hagrid only pays attention to the ownership of the forest...

But Roger has a black belly without any reminder, this kind of misunderstanding is good~

They returned to the castle before lunch, but the number of people who remained at the school was pitiful, and there were only six students apart from the professors, two first-year students and one Slytherin senior.

The meal on Christmas Eve was no different from usual.

In the rest of the castle, however, the usual Christmas decorations were done, thick friezes made of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone through every suit of armor, and the auditorium was furnished with twelve Christmas trees shining with golden stars, and the corridors were filled with the strong and enticing smell of cooking.

Even Roger, a man from a foodie country, was tempted to twitch his nose and sniff the breath.

On Christmas morning, Roger sat up with a yawn scratching the messy hair on the top of his head, a small pile of packages already at the foot of the bed.

Harry was already up, his face full of strokes unpacking his Christmas presents.

Roger woke up late because he delayed his sleep because of the prank he secretly played in the middle of the night last night, and the face of the little savior was painted by him beyond recognition...

"Poof..."Seeing Harry's face, he instantly sobered up, forced a smile, and lowered his head to open his gift.

Aunt Elizabeth mailed me a scarlet hoodless cropped leather coat and black leather pants on a biker, and it felt like it wouldn't be out of place to ride Caroline's motorcycle and go out to be a biker or something!

But compared to the previous bullfighting suits, this is already quite distracting.

Uncle Barnabas sent a suit with a supple fabric...

They probably all heard Caroline say that Roger complained during the summer that the style of the Hogwarts uniform was too unchanging...

Alice gave a thoughtful gift of the latest electric shaver on the market... Roger thought about it for a long time and couldn't find a way to recharge it in Hogwarts...