He cried as hard as he did on the night of the Santa Ball.

"Harry." Hagrid muttered, "I, I can't"

"You can't drink any more." Harry pressed his arm, which was still trying to grab another bottle of wine, "Cry, just cry a few more times." ”

Hagrid cried even more sadly.

After a while, his sobs gradually stopped, and the other guests who were about to drink for a while on the three brooms were scared away by his cries.

Mrs. Rosmerta silently moved a stool and sat quietly aside.

With her experience as a proprietress for more than 30 years, this will be a good time to eat melons.

"Harry, I'm hated by Lady Maxim." Hagrid covered his face, in pain.

Mrs. Rosmerta pulled out the prunes that had been washed long ago.

Harry waved his wand, and a few prunes flew into his hand, "Didn't you get along very well before?" Even if the confession fails, it shouldn't be."

"No, it's not just confession failures." Hagrid sobbed, "Harry, remember what you said when we first met?" ”

"That's it."

Without Hagrid's reminder, Harry repeated, "Is Hogwarts a school that will still accept inhuman races?" ”

Hagrid nodded heavily, his head drooping a little more with each tap.

"Harry, I, I actually lied to you." Hagrid sighed and slammed the table.

Rosmerta was frightened, but not very distressed, and he could afford to compensate for the damage to Hagrid, who had deep pockets.

"You're a half-blood giant." Harry was expressionless.

Hagrid was surprised and looked up sharply: "When are you, everyone else has been."

"I knew it in first grade, when I was in first grade." Harry whispered.

Hagrid was even more surprised.

"You know, I'm not a very trusting person." Harry explained simply, "When I was reading Fantastic Beasts in my first year, I kept an eye on giants. ”

"Hermione should know that there are some seniors, especially your favorites."

Hagrid's eyes widened, "You mean Diggory them?" ”

Harry nodded.

Hagrid was very fond of Harry, but it was friend to friend, not professor to student, and of the group, his favorite was Cedric Diggory.

Just as the mischievous Gryffindors are good at Transfiguration, the Hufflepuffs who love the kitchen are good at magical creatures – herbs or magical beasts.

Diggory is talented in this area.

Like Harry, he could intuitively guess what Hagrid meant, and he took everything Hagrid said in class seriously—except for "Ah, look how cute these Thestrals are."

Aside from the professors, there are only four people in Hogwarts who recognize Hagrid as a "Master of Fantastic Beasts", except for Harry, the three of them, and the rest of them are Cedric.

"But Diggory respects me a lot, and he shouldn't know." Hagrid shook his head, unwilling to believe it.

"He knows." Harry interrupted him, "Do you think we should hate you because we know you're a half-blood giant?" ”

Rosmerta nibbled on prunes, her eyes straight.

"Who isn't a freak yet?" Harry smiled slightly.

The question he asked in first grade.

Now he has the answer.

Hogwarts is an all-inclusive school, it does not reject any studious students, werewolves, half-blood giants, witchers, these "freaks" who are very different from normal humans, and even bald mushrooms will be tolerated.

Hagrid didn't know what to say, so he sat dumbfounded, looking straight at Harry.

"Don't talk about this, what happened to you and Ms. Maxim?" With a wave of his wand, the pits on the table disappeared, and a few more prunes flew over, "She seems to be a half-blood giant too." ”

Rosmerta listened more attentively.

Hagrid nodded, "She is, but she doesn't like her identity very much." ”

"I confessed to her that night, and as soon as I mentioned it to her, she was furious, and then she refused to see me again."

"What should I do?"

"Professor Dumbledore helped me persuade her, but he didn't persuade her."

Harry handed over a few prunes, "Hagrid, you take the identity of the half-blood giant too seriously, it may be important, but to you now, it doesn't matter at all. ”

Hagrid tilted his head, carefully holding the prunes, for fear that a little force would blow them up.

He didn't understand Harry's words.

Why isn't it important now?

When I was still studying, I was ridiculed for being "big", and even now, this ridicule has only become smaller, and it has not completely disappeared.

"When you have nothing, you only have the title of half-blood giant." Harry patiently explained, "But you now have a lot more precious than being a half-blood giant. ”

Hagrid hesitated, "You mean the professorship at Hogwarts, that's just Professor Dumbledore's pity for Sivanos, so let me be a thicker-skinned half-blood giant"

Harry interrupted him again, "No, it's not. ”

"Hagrid, you're a Master Fantastic Beasts, and Diggory respects you because of your abilities."

"Me? Fantastic Beasts Master? Hagrid raised his hand and pointed at himself, his expression and tone exaggerated, as if he had heard some terrible joke, and his expression was distorted to the point of disbelief.

Harry nodded, "Yes, you are." ”

"How could I!" Hagrid immediately shook his head in disapproval.

Could a half-blood giant expelled from Hogwarts in his third year be a Master Fantastic Beasts?

There's one more joke in the Daily Prophet.

"I remember that the person you admired the most was Professor Dumbledore?" Harry raised his hand and rubbed his head in some pain.

Hagrid nodded.

Harry sighed, "Stay away from Professor Dumbledore in the future, you will already be a little confused, and it will be even more important to stay with him for a long time and be infected by his brain."

Hagrid didn't hear the yin and yang weirdness, he was very innocent and asked worriedly, "Professor Dumbledore is sick?" ”

Rosmerta covered her face.

Seriously, Hagrid's performance is really hard to convince her.

"No, he's not sick." Harry put it more bluntly, "For the next six months, you are not allowed to say a word to Professor Dumbledore, and you are not allowed to stay together for more than three minutes. ”

"I'll explain the reason to you and Dumbledore."

"Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout."

Hagrid shuddered, "Harry, Professor Sprout is fine, but Professor McGonagall"

Even though he is a professor now, the person he fears most in Hogwarts is Professor McGonagall.

"If you don't want to touch Professor McGonagall, you can talk to Professor Snape more." Harry was expressionless.

Hagrid immediately responded: "Of course, no problem, I will try to be a reliable professor like Professor McGonagall." ”

"If you still don't believe you're a Master Fantastic Beasts, you can write to Mr. Scamander for advice." Harry continued, "I remember you were friends, and Noble was still with him, and he would give you the answer. ”

Hagrid nodded, jot down the phrase carefully and carefully.

"And, most importantly." Harry tapped the table, "Professor Hagrid can give me and Hermione a confinement. ”

"Why should I confine you?" Hagrid was surprised, "You are all very good students, and Hogwarts does not prohibit love, if you want to date"

"No, not a date." Harry interrupted, "It's your tuition." ”

"Me? Tutorial? Hagrid thought it was ridiculous.

"Let you learn how to speak human language." Harry's tone was a little resentful, "Your class is very good, very good, but sometimes what you say is not understood by ordinary people. ”

"Even Hermione has to be translated by me after class."

"I'm pretty sure I'm speaking English." Hagrid swears.

"Uh-huh, but not precise enough, you need more vocabulary, more grammar." Harry accentuated.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who was eating melons on the side, nodded: "I agree with Mr. Potter, we are old friends, but I still have a hard time understanding your words sometimes." ”

Hagrid scratched his head: "Is my English really that bad?" ”

"Crookshank and Hedwig are better than you." Harry didn't hesitate to affirm.

Hagrid popped the prunes in his hand, and the juice splashed his entire beard: "They're cats!" Oh, a half-breed raccoon, an owl. ”

"But they can make others understand what they're trying to say." Harry calmed down and waved his wand to wipe the juice from his face.

Hagrid sighed, "Okay, but these will make Ms. Maxim."

"Don't worry, Hermione and I will help you." Harry comforted him, "When the time comes, you'll publish a few papers, especially the idea of your hybrid snail to become a recognized Master of Fantastic Beasts." ”

"When the time comes, go to Ms. Maxim with your thesis and tell her that it doesn't matter what your identity is, what matters is ability, and she will definitely be impressed with you."

Hagrid pointed at himself, his face turning ridiculous again: "Me, thesis? ”

"Harry, stop kidding, how could I possibly write a paper, it would have to be Professor McGonagall for them"

"No kidding." Harry interrupted him, "You have to believe in yourself. ”

"Hagrid, seriously, you're very capable, but a little naïve, a little innocent, you don't realize what kind of character you are, cheer up the courage."

Hagrid hesitated, "Can I really do it?" ”

Harry nodded.

Rosmerta put the fruit basket aside: "Hagrid, if you become a Master of Fantastic Beasts, I will treat you to a drink, the most expensive dragon's blood whiskey." ”

He took a deep breath and nodded heavily into the void, challenging something amazing.

Wait for Monday.

A jaw-dropping news came, Professor Hagrid, who was the least like a professor, had actually locked up the students, and he was also the three best students in the fourth year - Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Every Tuesday afternoon until the end of the school year.

No one thought it would be extracurricular tuition.

Professor Hagrid doesn't look like he has that ability.

Only Cedric envied it, and he wanted it too! It's sad that Hufflepuff wasn't favored by the Magical Beasts Protection Professor.

Hmm~ 6K today, and 8K tomorrow

(End of chapter)