Rubeus Hagrid was a good man, as was recognized among the Hogwarts staff, with the exception of Severus Snape and Argus Filch, two heartthrobs. He is sincere, kind and warm-hearted, and hardworking and approachable.

But if you think about it, you will find that this perception is actually very strange. After all, this good man still has a fifty-year-old first-degree murder charge on his back.

He was accused of illegally raising the Eight-Eyed Spider at school, which led to the brutal murder of a schoolgirl - Neil privately believed that from the moment he stole this kind of ghost thing in the cupboard that his master would have to look at it, he deserved it no matter what happened - but because the Ministry of Magic could not explain how the giant spider could kill a person without causing any external injuries, Hagrid was not sentenced to prison, but his wand was destroyed and forced to drop him from Hogwarts. Later, with the secret help of Dumbledore, he stayed at the school and became a gamekeeper...... These are things we've known for a long time.

But you don't know that this great good man is so ruthless that he can even break the troll's neck - Tom Riddle, the despicable villain who framed him as the one who opened the secret room, didn't dare to blow it to this point when he spread rumors.

The troll's resistance to the troll's struggling to pick at his eyes waned, and Hagrid slowly let go of the arm around the other's neck, allowing the corpse, which had stinked like it had been fermenting in the sun for months, to slide to the ground, gasping for breath and resting against the guardrail.

Seeing Harry and them running into the penalty area, Hagrid's first instinct was to hurry up and catch up, but with his bare hands, even he couldn't face the three-headed troll at the same time. Luckily, those guys are stupid enough to get them to foolishly scatter on their own with just a few circles around them, and then break them down individually - of course, even one-on-one, trying to take down a troll can still be a dangerous challenge.

Hagrid's forehead was bleeding from his elbow as he fought for the club in his hand. Half of his face was red from repeated lacerations during intense exercise, and one eye could barely be opened; If you peel off his thick beard, you will find that he also has a large bruise on his chin, which is already swollen; As for the underside of his clothes, he knew that he must have been scarred, and as long as the broken rib didn't pierce the lung, Hagrid felt that he should be thankful.

Harry, they might have forgotten this a lot, but Rubeus Hagrid was sixty-three years old this year—a clear age for his job. Although he was still strong and sturdy under the influence of half giant blood, and could carry a horse with the ease of a child holding their stuffed animal, his body was no longer as energetic as that of a young man.

He knew that every second of his delay would cause Harry to take on an extra risk, and it was not his sanity that allowed him to control himself from rushing straight into the box recklessly, but the lack of oxygen caused by blood loss. Even though Hagrid's alter ego kept yelling "There's no time for this", the flickering vision forced him to sit down slowly against the wall.

"Oh, what the hell......" The smell of rust in his mouth made him instinctively want to spit on, but the reverence for the school duly stopped this indecent impulse, "If only I were twenty years younger......

At this moment, a hand silently placed on his arm, startling Hagrid, who hurried to get up, but accidentally pulled the wound in his abdomen, and he screamed in pain, and fell back as if he were about to faint.

"Calm down, Mr. Professor, it's me. If you don't die at the hands of the trolls, but you bleed yourself from it, I'm sure Mr. Potter and they won't forgive me for the rest of their lives." Neil sighed and wiped the blood on Hagrid's face with the back of his hand so he could see his face, "By the way, you can't be twenty years younger, Professor, at least not to the extent the law allows, so remember that before you do something stupid, okay?"

"Neil?" Hagrid narrowed his eyes at him and muttered, "Why are you here?" Eggs—"

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly noticed that in addition to Neil, who was kneeling beside him on one knee and checking the fracture, there was another person at the scene, and that was a person with a gloomy face as if he had just crawled from a grave

Snape, who came out the same, was so frightened that he quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence back - Merlin was on top, he hadn't forgotten how big the basket he poked, and now he confessed in front of Snape that he had hidden a dragon egg?

Thankfully, Neil seemed to understand what he meant, and he glanced back at Snape behind him, and let out a pompous "ahhh

"Yes, don't worry, my good professor, it's here, well kept." He took off the burden from his back and shook it in front of Hagrid's eyes, "Lift your arm, okay?" I'm going to have to give you a little bit of a lower bone...... I know it's easy to cure it with a spell, but we've got to make sure you're alive until then, right—of course, it would have been much easier if the benevolent and kind Professor Snape had been willing to help, but, well, life doesn't go well nine times out of ten."

Snape's expression looked like he wanted to rush over and strangle him. He walked over and pushed Neil away, who was still acting weird, and instead of pulling out his wand, he took out a dark green potion from under the long run and threw it on Hagrid's lap like a beggar.

"Drink this."

Hagrid wasn't angry at the condescending attitude, on the contrary, he was frightened - the poor old hunting ground keeper had never seen Professor Snape behave so amiable to him (yes, I don't care how you describe it, but in Snape's case, it's amiable). He carefully grabbed the bottle with his somewhat unfortunate hand, pulled out the cork on it, and the smell of burning something from it made him flinch a little, but Hagrid's gaze suddenly became resolute at the thought of Harry and their fate still trapped in the trap of the restricted area, and he craned his neck and poured the viscous liquid from the bottle in one gulp.

"Ahem!"

As you can imagine, this reckless way of drinking immediately choked him and coughed loudly, and the wound on his forehead that had finally stopped the bleeding almost collapsed again, and Neil had to hold him down gently, so that Hagrid's whole body trembled as soon as he coughed.

"Ah, I feel the pain start to wane." As the cough subsided, Hagrid's face regained a little blood, and he gasped for breath and said, "Thank you, Professor Snape, it works......

"But it won't make up for the blood you shed. So if you don't want to collapse and die, stay here honestly." Snape interrupted coldly, but Neil noticed an imperceptible red glow on his emaciated cheekbones, an irrepressible physiological reaction that artists, inventors, and scholars must have when their work is praised, "Personally, I'd welcome to add a specimen of a half-blood giant to my lab, but Dumbledore might not be that ...... I'm glad to hear it." jj.br>

He pondered for a long time before he came up with such an adjective that was both arrogant and prejudiced.

Hagrid shook his head.

"No, Professor, I have to go...... Harry—"

"Yes, yes, we all know!" Snape didn't speak, but Neil waved his hand impatiently, "I-I mean we're dealing with this."

He shoved the tightly wrapped dragon egg into Hagrid's arms.

"Give! Take this! We'll be back later, shall we?"

Hagrid wasn't completely convinced until the end, but the combination of Snape's silent coercion and Neil's gushing inducements made his position difficult to stand alone, and he could only nod obediently to accept the other party's kindness.

On the last short stretch of the way to the exclusion zone, the two men tacitly agreed that they didn't say anything. Snape didn't ask what was in the scarf, and Neil thoughtfully didn't point out the fact that he was secretly proud of Hagrid's flattery.

Surprisingly, however, the door leading to the restricted area corridor was quiet, and Hagrid had said that the three trolls blocking the door had been eliminated by him, but Neil did not expect that after such a long time, nothing else strange had come out of it.

To be on the safe side, he steadied his sword and looked around carefully, but he didn't notice anything unusual. Snape, who was standing with his back to him, whispered a few incantations that he didn't understand, causing the dark brown ripples to spread out from beneath his feet against the carpet

- Obviously, Snape had no intention of exchanging opinions, but judging by the unchanged expression on his face, he should have come to the same conclusion as himself.

Neil took a deep breath and nodded at Snape, who was deliberately pretending not to see him, before putting his hand on the door and preparing to push it open, taking in the horrors of what it should be inside. However, at this moment, a chill suddenly rushed from his back to the back of his neck. Neil took a step backwards almost reflexively, the sound of the wind grazing past his ears, and a roar left a smashed crater where he had been standing.

Neil's expression suddenly became grim, and as he landed on the backflip, he decisively pulled out a spirit rune from his bosom with his left hand—not a blank note of freshly cut paper that is usually used to support simple spells, but a solid talisman—and threw it forward, and the wooden sword in his right hand then stabbed it, picking it up on the tip of the sword. A blue flame erupted from the pierced breach, like a piece of paper bleeding.

"Break!"

After a roar, the air in front of him shattered like a mirror, and a huge figure suddenly appeared in the place that had been empty. It didn't seem to have any particular thoughts about the discovery and breaking of its perfect invisibility, but wordlessly picked up the weapon in its hand that had just nearly cut through the floor—a giant club wrapped in white silk with an unknown number of circles—and slammed it down, Neil tried to block with his sword, but the force coming through the hilt was beyond his imagination, and he had to give up, unswindling some of the sword's strength by mistake, and then pulling back again, all the way behind Snape.

One can imagine what the Potions professor thinks about this. He raised his wand with a grim face and shot a green ray of death at the monster without mercy - in principle, it was not illegal to use a killing curse on non-human creatures, but even in the Auror office, among the professionals who had been on the front lines of the fight against the dark arts for many years, there were few people who could use the Unforgivable Curse without any resistance, and they were so called for a reason.

The monster staggered back, but did not fall, and it was only then that the two of them finally got a good view of it: it was an extremely large troll, at least fifteen feet tall, almost reaching the ceiling; The lead-gray skin is painted with black and red pigments and is covered in eerie symbols, and vital points are protected by metal armor that is significantly higher than that of other trolls; Strangely enough, however, this giant is not restless like a normal troll, neither roaring nor showing any desire for cannibalism and smashing things, but simply stands motionless in a rather awkward position.

Neil's face turned pale, and his gaze swept over the dense rotting sores on its body and the long silver needles the thickness of a rod needle stuck in the top of its head, and his expression twisted a little. He recognized such traces of processing as only on the legends used for teaching in the sect - and even on the legends, there were only examples of people being used as raw materials. Troll? You're kidding, there's no way you can control it!

"This-is-what-what—the ghost?"

He couldn't help but scream word by word—you could barely find a term for this mixture of anger, fear, despair, exhaustion, boredom, exclamations about the wonders of the world, and a chaotic feeling that the person himself didn't know how to describe.

"What?" Snape frowned, this was the first time he had seen a strange creature (other than Potter) that could remain unmoved by the Killing Curse. He wanted to maintain a high-pressure attitude to ask for information from Neil's mouth, but the other party's almost terrifying expression made him a little frightened, "What the hell is this? Stop pretending, you know something, say it!"

As if he hadn't heard him, Neil gritted his teeth and shouted to himself.

"Corpse golems? A corpse puppet?! Earnest?! How many years ago was this forbidden technique?! What kind of old youkai are we dealing with that just crawled out of the tomb? Doesn't he know the rules of the current cultivation realm, whoever encounters such a moth will be killed first and then asked!?"