"Come on, brother."

When he saw Harry in the afternoon, Dudley was picking up the teapot, looking up and drinking the black tea inside, and then handed him a biscuit.

"Thank you." Harry took the biscuit and ate it with a click.

Dudley handed Hermione another cookie, "Do you want Hermione?" ”

"I've eaten it." Hermione shook her head, feigning nonchalantness, her eyes glancing at the biscuit from time to time.

Her instincts told her that the cookies were definitely not from the Hogwarts kitchen.

"It tastes good, Brother D, did you make it?" A biscuit was in his stomach, and Harry, who didn't feel full, took a second from Dudley.

"You know, I'm not good with sweets. These were given by Senior Slytherin. ”

Dudley picked up another piece and ate it.

Pansy didn't know how to make black tea or biscuits, so she found a few senior sisters who were good at making dim sum to make for Dudley.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Hermione suddenly asked, "Dudley, you like cookies?" ”

"No, I always like to chew something when I'm bored."

Eating the last cookie and hearing the prompt of +2 system experience, Dudley's eyes narrowed comfortably.

Hogwarts doesn't have baguettes, or Hogwarts baguettes aren't strong enough, which makes Dudley uncomfortable.

It's hard to live without a teether.

The group of three left the castle and walked through a field to find a small log cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which was Hagrid's house, with a stone bow and a pair of rubber galoshes hanging in front of the gate.

As long as they don't go to the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts doesn't prohibit young wizards from walking around the castle.

Harry knocked on the wooden door, and they heard a nervous struggle and a few muffled barks coming from inside the room. Then came Hagrid's urn-like voice: "Stand back, tooth, back off." ”

With a slight tremor in the ground, the wooden door opened a crack, revealing Hagrid's large, bearded face.

Hagrid was delighted to see Harry, Dudley, and Hermione.

"I thought you wouldn't come... Oh, I mean you're finally here. Hagrid said awkwardly, his language organization had always been poor, but he was happy to hear it.

Without touching certain points, Hagrid is still very good at talking.

hurriedly invited the three of them in.

Although it looks like a small cabin from the outside, the space inside is actually much larger than the outside, and it is obvious that the house has been inflicted with a traceless stretching charm, otherwise a large man of Hagrid's physique would not be able to toss around.

"Professor Dumbledore got it for me, it's not bad." Hagne said.

Entering the hut gave the trio the illusion of coming to the land of giants, and almost all of the daily necessities were two or three times larger than normal wizards.

Even with Dudley's physique, sitting on a stool felt like a child sitting on a big stool, not to mention Harry and Hermione, sitting on a stool with their feet off the floor.

Although the Stretching Charm was cast, the hut had only one room, with ham and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, boiling water in a brazier kettle, and a large bed in the corner with a quilt made of rags.

Next to the table, there was a big dog that was not small and looked very fierce.

Hagrid's pet, Toothtooth.

A guy who looks fierce, but is actually cowardly.

When the three of them entered the house, he glanced up at the three of them, perhaps thinking that the three of them were not in danger, and went down to sleep again.

"This is Hermione."

Harry introduces Hagrid.

"Hello, hello."

Hagrid greeted and busied himself as he poured boiling water into a large teapot and placed some rock-shaped, 'small' biscuits the size of a small washbasin into his plate.

In fact, these 'small' cookies live up to their shape.

This thing has a hard-sounding and hard-tasting name - rock skin cake.

Hermione and Harry were too embarrassed to refuse when they saw Hagrid's enthusiasm, so they each picked up a piece of it and put it in their mouths as a larger pastry.

"It's so hard..."

After one bite, the back molars of the two were almost knocked off.

It felt as if you weren't eating cookies, you were really eating stones.

Harry quietly put the crust cake back, and Hermione also wanted to draw a scoop on the gourd, and took it just in time for Hagrid to see.

"Aren't cookies to your liking?"

Hagrid looked at Hermione pitifully, the crust was the best thing Hagrid could entertain in his house.

"I think..."

Hermione was a little unbearable, but she didn't want her teeth to suffer, and she tried to figure out how to explain it so that Hagrid wouldn't be sad.

"Squeak... Creak... Squeak..."

At this moment, there was a sour grinding sound in my ears, and I thought it was someone sharpening knives or sawing wood.

Hermione followed the sound blankly, and saw that it was Dudley chewing, and by this time he had already eaten half of the rock crust cake.

This...

At this time, Hermione's mood could not be described as shocked.

Her father's assessment of Dudley's teeth rang in her mind.

That's not a tooth, it's a hydraulic press.

I haven't seen anything that he can't bite.

I thought it was my father's exaggeration, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"The biscuits taste good, I love it."

Dudley slowly ate a piece of rock crust and commented, "You have a talent for being a chef, Hagrid." ”

Found it, a replacement for baguettes, a new teether, it's yours rock skin cake!

"Really? I was so happy, I thought I didn't make it delicious. ”

Hagrid was as happy as a child when he heard that the dessert he had made was so highly rated.

Then his gaze fell on Hermione, the rock skin cake in her hand to be exact.

He wanted more recognition.

"I mean, I'm losing weight, and Dudley likes this." Hermione was excited, and quickly reacted, and quickly took a bite of herself, but she didn't bite, leaving only a layer of shallow tooth marks and stuffing the rock skin cake into Dudley's hand.

That kind of food is something you should never touch.

Witty as I am.

Dudley was not polite, just before he had eaten a piece, he picked up the rock crust cake that Hermione had given him and ate it.

"I love the taste."

It is also unknown if he was referring to food or something else.

Thinking of something, Hermione's little face turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

It was just a simple visit, and the few of them happily shared their life at Hogwarts, saying goodbye to Hagrid near dinner, and Dudley asked Hagrid for a large bag of rock crust cakes, which were his precious teethers.

Hagrid was very happy that his cooking skills were recognized, but he regretted that his life was in dire straits, and there was nothing better to treat them.

In reluctance, say goodbye to the three of them.

Is Hagrid a poor ghost?

No, Dudley definitely doesn't think so, maybe he's the richest man in all of Hogwarts.

Don't look at Hagrid's house from the outside, it looks tattered, but in fact, many of those inconspicuous things are worth a fortune.

For example, Yaya's kennel, which is all made of unicorn wool, is worth at least a few thousand Galleons alone.

If they can all be sold, I'm afraid I won't be able to get tens of thousands of gold galleons.

Even Dudley was considering asking him if he wanted something to sell so he could buy materials to make potions.