"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts Hunting Ground Warden and Key Custodian."

A giant more than three meters tall with waist-thick arms cast a huge shadow, and his voice was so loud that the chandelier trembled.

However, the expression on his face was very kind, and under his somewhat messy beard was a smiling face, and his eyes were not big, but they were dark and shiny, and he was very spirited.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hagrid looked at Aunt Petunia, whose eyes were red and swollen, and the envelope in her hand.

"Looks like you've received a letter from Hogwarts, and that's what I'm here for."

"Please... You may be seated. ”

Uncle Vernon came back to his senses and pointed to the empty sofa on the side, Hagrid took up most of the position with his ass, and even when he sat down, his body was more than three meters tall and like a city wall, which still gave people a lot of pressure.

"Your name is Penny, right, I saw you ten years ago."

Hagrid sat down and said to Aunt Penny, "Maybe you didn't see me, I had just pulled Harry out of the rubble, and I didn't come forward at night for fear of scaring you. ”

"You took me out of the ruins... Rescued? ”

Harry asked hesitantly.

"It's to find out, your mother protected you very well, desperately protected you, I demolished the collapsed ruins, found you out of the pile of stones, there is magic to open up space for you, that is the last remnant of your mother."

Hagrid pointed to his forehead, Harry's forehead, with his thick fingers.

"Your scar is a symbol of your mother's protection of you, and it is also the mark that the guy left on you."

"Voldemort?"

The couch beneath Hagrid's ass made an overwhelming noise, as the giant sitting on it shook violently.

"Yes." Hagrid's face was a little stiff and nodded, "There are very few people in the wizarding world who will say his name directly, we call him the mysterious man." ”

“You-Know-Who？” Harry tugged at the corners of his mouth, and when he heard the word with his own ears, Harry felt an incomprehensible strange emotion, "I really don't know who he is, maybe he's a heinous villain, a scum who does all kinds of bad things, a crazy dictator and butcher." ”

"But at least it shouldn't.... At least you should not lose courage, he has failed, he is not invincible, I don't understand why you are afraid of someone who has disappeared. ”

"You don't know what the hell that guy did." Hagrid hurriedly explained, "Not everyone is lost.... Guts. ”

"What did he do, genocide? The number of people who died at his hands was in the millions? ”

Hagrid shook his head slightly, all the wizards in the wizarding world combined did not have so much.

"What about human experiments? Dissect people without anesthetics, experiment with erosive gases on people, watch their skin fester, melt muscles, or inject them with viruses or create burns, and then study how to heal? ”

Hagrid continued to shake his head, inexplicably some strange images in his mind, which made him shiver.

"And what did he do?" Harry looked into Hagrid's eyes and asked seriously.

"He...."

Hagrid wanted to say that the mysterious man had killed many innocent people and tortured many people who had disobeyed him with the Heart Curse, but when the words came to his lips, Hagrid didn't know why he couldn't say anything.

Harry opened a tome, an illustrated copy of the NC War Crimes Record, and showed Hagrid the black-and-white photographs of it.

"Perhaps in terms of the extermination of humanity, we who do not belong to the wizarding world have won a sad victory."

Harry shoved the book into Hagrid's arms, "You can look at it, it's a whole hell in it, is your so-called mystery man really that scary?" ”

"So that you don't dare to mention his name in ten years' time."

"You should be braver, big man, you are ten times stronger than me, you should be braver than me." Harry stared into Hagrid's eyes, "Right? ”

"You dug me out of the rubble, and you should have seen my hero's parents who died before me."

Hagrid was silent under this determined gaze.

"Yes......"

Hagrid stared at the black-and-white photographs illustrated on the pages, and it was clear that the people in these photographs were immovable, just dull freezes, but he seemed to see countless pairs of desperate, numb eyes staring at him, and the drawings of hell were soaked in the cruelty of dehumanization.

"Yes.... Voldemort. ”

He said the name, but there was no trembling, for there was an even more terrifying picture in his heart, and he disdainfully kicked away the so-called horror of the Dark Lord, the mere torture and death, which was not worth mentioning in front of the picture of the extinction of humanity.

Maybe it's because the small wizarding world can't bring about a big pattern, even if it's fear.

"I've got one last thing I want to ask you, Hagrid."

"What's the matter?" Hagrid took the book Harry had handed him and slipped it into his bottomless pocket.

"Is there a monument?"

"What?"

At the bewilderment on Hagrid's face, Harry waved his hand.

"Looks like I need to go there, Aunt Penny."

Harry sat back down and sat down next to Penny, "I need to go there, both for myself and for my parents. ”

"I'm sorry Dudley, Smetin you can only go alone, but when I reach adulthood over there and graduate, I should be seventeen, right?" Harry glanced at Hagrid and saw that he nodded, "If I had time then, Nu might have been able to go with you to the Royal Military Academy, when I was not yet eighteen." ”

"I'll wait for you, brother."

Dudley hammered his chest and nodded at Harry.

Thinking that it would take a lot of effort to do it in a very short time, Harry did his best, and after carefully inquiring about what he needed to know for admission, at nine o'clock in the morning, Harry and Hagrid were standing on the small garden road of the Dursleys, and they were going to Diagon Alley to buy some necessary supplies for admission.

Uncle Vernon's car couldn't fit Hagrid in, so they had to go to the nearest station and go to London in Muggle fashion, Muggles were people who couldn't use magic.

With Hagrid here, no matter how crowded public transportation is, people will actively avoid this huge and strong man, even if he can't get out of the way, Hagrid can easily squeeze a way, Harry just needs to follow him.

After tossing and turning for almost two hours, they finally came to the vicinity of their destination, which was a commercial street of some years, with dense pedestrians and music coming from the record store, but it was not very audible.

"The Leaky Cauldron, Muggles can't see its doors, but occasionally they get in by mistake, it's a famous place."

Hagrid pushed open a hidden wooden door next to the record store that passers-by had subconsciously ignored, and stooped inside, Harry following close behind.

The view was a dimly lit hall with a large number of strangely dressed drinkers, a few wrinkled old women drinking sherry in the corner, one of them smoking a long pipe, exhaling some pungent green smoke, the environment here could not be described as a dirty mess, the floor with the feeling of-like was covered with a thick fungus blanket, with a disgusting stickiness.

"The floor hasn't been washed in decades, Hagrid?"

Harry rubbed his boots and frowned.

"Perhaps." Hagrid shrugged indifferently, as he had been when he first came here.

The people in the bar seemed to be very familiar with Hagrid, and everyone who saw him smiled and greeted him.

"By the old rules, Hagrid?" The barkeeper at the back of the bar asked Hagrid aloud, wrinkles stretching on his shriveled face like a walnut.

"No, Tom, I'm doing an errand for Hogwarts." Hagrid slapped Tom on the shoulder with his huge palm, and he couldn't dodge it, and he was almost knocked down.

"OMG!" The barkeeper propped himself up and looked at Harry to the side, scrutinizing it and said, "This is—this must be—"

There was a sudden silence in the bar.

"Oops!" Boss Tom whispered, "Harry Potter—honored!" ”

He hurriedly came out from behind the bar, ran into the sea, grabbed his hand, and burst into tears of excitement.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

All eyes were on Harry, people got up excitedly, the sound of chairs pulling was everywhere, people wanted to come up and shake Harry's hand, Hagrid was smiling, but Harry's face was a little cold.

"Voldemort."

The newly lively bar was frozen as if it had been hit by a cold snap in Siberia.

"It seems that there are still a few people who have the courage."

Harry stepped forward, "It's been ten years, right, where are the people who dared to stand up against the dark evil?" ”

His gaze swept across the audience, and no one dared to look at him.

"Let's go, Hagrid." Harry withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

Hagrid followed Harry's footsteps, and they walked deeper into the Leaky Cauldron, behind the eyes of the crowd.