Rubeus Hagrid was not a desireless saint, but his pursuit of material life did have many differences from ordinary people.

He has no interest in money and the pleasures it can bring, and in his mind, the only things in this world are friends, family, and those cute (at least adorable after being embellished by personal filters) magical creatures, and if he had to add one more, it would be to consider how to repay Dumbledore for saving his life, which he was accused of murdering his classmates fifty years ago, if it weren't for the old headmaster's mediation, the fact that he had kept a dangerous A-class creature in the school cupboard, the eight-eyed giant spider, was exposed, and he was accused of murdering his classmates. It is estimated that it has long since become a pile of dry bones in the prison of Azkaban.

But after being taken in by Dumbledore and serving as a hunting ground warden at Hogwarts, Hagrid used his position to secretly raise the giant spider that almost cost him his life, watched it grow to the size of a rat tank with the loving eyes of his parents watching over his children, and raised an entire squadron and his sized offspring in the depths of the Forbidden Forest - he even taught the huge, hairy, unconscionable beast how to speak! Something that shocked England! God knows how.

In 1982, a 27-year-old young Mexican played with a shotgun against a cactus. When he hit a 26-foot-tall cactus, the broken cactus fell to him, crushing him to death...... Or maybe they were stabbed to death. In 1994, three years from now, he will be awarded the Darwin Prize — an award created by Stanford University professor Wendy Northcat to an idiot who "has destroyed himself by stupid means, righteously erased himself from the human gene pool forever, thereby ensuring the longevity of humanity" — and has become the oldest known laureate.

He was awarded this award because Rubeus Hagrid's story was not circulated in the Muggle world. In fact, compared to Hagrid's actions, the victories of successive generations pale in comparison. The ultimate stupidity of ordinary people is nothing more than falling repeatedly on the same pit until they fall to their death, and he, Rubeus Hagrid, is showing the world what it means to find a pit on the spot and bury himself alive.

Headmaster Dumbledore undoubtedly found out and even acquiesced in his actions, for reasons we may never have had a chance to know, and perhaps he felt that it was not a big deal for his employees to raise an army of killer spiders in the school. But apparently, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't think that way - seriously, the two men were completely unaware of the fact that what they were doing could potentially destroy the entire school, and they might not realize the extent of the problem until a troop from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was ordered to burn down the forest.

It may also be unrealizable.

……

"Well, let me find out where the extra lantern is, you'll be able to use it...... No, not this, not this - damn it, where the hell did I put it? ”

Hagrid complained, rummaging through the mountains of garbage. Unlike Filch, he had no interest in torturing students, and after all, patrolling the Forbidden Forest was not a job that should be handed over to the layman in the name of punishment.

Not only their dear secret pets, but there are also many dangerous creatures wandering around in the Forbidden Forest, even if they are only active in the periphery, there is no guarantee of absolute safety; Even if this is not mentioned, walking at night in the dense forest where there are no trails is enough for most students, and patrolling with extra men is a complete increase in his workload for Hagrid.

However, this does not mean that the professor's arrangement should not be denied.

Hagrid, who was forced to drop out of school in his third year because of the trouble he caused and failed to complete his studies at Hogwarts, generally has a subtle respect for highly educated wizards that is different from low self-esteem, especially when dealing with teachers. Although most professors, with the exception of Snape, treated him as a peer of equal status, Hagrid himself had never dared to expect such an indiscriminate relationship, being cautious in front of anyone, and even showing little confidence when reprimanding students above the fourth grade.

Neil didn't bother him, and stood there with a smile on his face, continuing to look around the room like a tourist.

After estimating the unicorn's tail at around ten Galleons, he found a number of things here that might have looked valuable: jade-like beast tusks (which seemed to have fallen off naturally), bundles of dryad bark, and silk thread spit out of nowhere—the thickness of the thread was at least the size of a small truck, and he couldn't help but have a heartfelt admiration for Hogwarts who dared to keep such creatures in the school.

The Great Elder has always disliked these "foreign devils", thinking that they are all drunken and dreaming of death in the era of peace, but now it seems that the people here also have a side full of martial virtues. In Neil's opinion, the teacher aside, at least most of the students here should be defenseless against a monster of that level alone, and he wondered how the school planned to deal with such a threat. Are they going to use their existence to teach students how to use wisdom, courage, and cooperation to defeat opponents who are stronger than themselves, or is it simply survival of the fittest?

I don't know, but Headmaster Dumbledore looks like someone who can do such a thing. This is the worst part of working with a rationalist, the good part of their disposition is often forced to give way to the so-called optimal solution in some inexplicable place, resulting in the collaborator often being sacrificed in a daze - and he should probably be more careful when it comes to this.

Neil shook his head, pushing the strange thought out of his head. It is unethical to speculate maliciously about the owner of the money without evidence, even if it is just slander.

"Finally!" As if he had timed it, Hagrid pulled out a rusty old lantern from the pile of rubble, which, like everything else in the room, was made from his own height, larger than a regular bucket, and the glass on it was about to turn black, whether it was blackened by years of use, or the dust that had been contaminated during its burial.

"Here you go, take this. It's dark in the Forbidden Forest at night, so you have to stay behind me, don't run around, don't make any noise, you know? A lot of things in the woods don't like people......"

"Got it, sir. You see, I know what forest patrolling is all about. Writers, especially in modern times, often use the dangers of the forest as a tool to foil the brutal exploitation of the ruling class, which is both cleverly conceived and somewhat overly taken for granted. ”

Neil took the oversized lantern and weighed it in his hand. He's tall for his age, but he also needs to raise his arms to lift this guy.

"What's worse is that they often make up characters and cases to support their point of view in order to mislead readers who don't know anything about it, which is hooliganism, sir, remember my words."

"Good." Hagrid nodded, he didn't really believe Neil's statement about familiarity with the forest, and he didn't understand what he was saying from the word 'writer' onwards, but at least the other party was submissive, and it was a thankful situation for him. You know, the students who were thrown here to help out on patrol were usually prickly heads, and most of them needed to be scared before they could obey - not too hard to do given Hagrid's physique, but it was a good thing to save some trouble.

"Come on, the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get this done, and you don't want to spend the whole night in the woods, do you?"

"Actually, I do want to...... Nothing, sir, nothing. ”