A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 468 Supplier Hagrid, the Seriousness of the Situation

The day after the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hagrid returned to Hogwarts.

The prophecy book accurately foretold his return, and Aaron took Abe to the cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest that very day.

boom! boom! boom!

Aaron knocked on the wooden door a few times.

"Who is it?" Hagrid's voice came from inside the house.

"I, Aaron, need to speak with you about something."

"wait a moment."

A few seconds later, the door opened, and Hagrid glanced at Aaron. "Are you the only one here?"

"Hmm..." Aaron thought for a moment and knew what Hagrid was thinking. "I think Harry and the others don't know you're back."

Hagrid nodded. "Come on in, it's cold outside."

Aaron entered the cabin and casually found a chair to sit down. Hagrid closed the door and walked with a limp. His face and hands were covered with scars, and his left eye was bruised and swollen to the point of being just a slit.

"Hiss! You went to fight a troll?"

"No."

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Aaron couldn't help but click his tongue. "It seems you didn't do a good job with the task Dumbledore assigned you! Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a sorry state."

"You know?" Hagrid was shocked, but his movement was too big, and he grimaced in pain the next moment.

"There's no need to guess. After the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore told Fudge that he should try to gain the friendship of other races before Voldemort."

He also brought you and Ms. Maxim together; I can't think of any other connection between you two besides the giants.

“You’re always so quick-witted,” Hagrid remarked. “But you have to be careful not to talk about this carelessly; it falls under…”

“Top secret, I understand.” Aaron interrupted. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in the details. It’s enough that I know the Titans will be our future enemy.”

Upon hearing this, Hagrid's expression relaxed slightly.

Would you like some tea?

“Never mind, I have something else,” Aaron said, then pulled a bottle of wine from Abe’s pocket.

Gulu!

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard as Hagrid stared intently at the wine in Aaron's hand.

"Um... how about I pour you a glass too?"

"That's so kind of you!" Hagrid said, placing a cup on the table.

Aaron stared at the glass, which was bigger than a wine bottle, and fell silent.

"How about I try something else?" Hagrid said, a little embarrassed. "It's just that I haven't had a drink in a long time."

“No.” Aaron immediately waved his hand to indicate his refusal.

If this small request isn't met, it will be difficult to ask for things later.

He looked at Abe seriously, and the Holy Dragon felt uneasy under his gaze, its two white dragon claws instinctively covering its pockets.

"Let go," Aaron said irritably. "When are you going to change your miserly nature? I just wanted some wine."

Abe breathed a slight sigh of relief and reluctantly released his claws.

Aaron rolled his eyes at it, then took a wooden barrel out of his pocket. "Top-quality ale, you'll definitely have a good time."

Hagrid nodded repeatedly. He was also a frequent bar patron, and he could tell from the aroma of malt in the air that this was a rare and excellent drink.

But Aaron stopped him as soon as he reached for the barrel. "I can give you this barrel of wine, but with your injuries so severe, drinking wine might not be appropriate!"

"This is nothing. I've been injured much worse when taming those dangerous magical creatures before," Hagrid said nonchalantly. "Drinking will never get in the way."

Aaron chuckled; he couldn't believe Hagrid was saying that.

"What I mean is you'd better get some treatment first."

"What a nuisance," Hagrid muttered, then pulled a piece of raw meat from under the wooden table, still covered in green blood.

He placed the piece of meat on his face and hummed comfortably.

"This is..."

"Roar!"

Abe suddenly roared and glared fiercely at Hagrid.

Hagrid seemed to have thought of something and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

“The aura of my own kind,” Abe murmured. “This is definitely dragon meat, no doubt about it.”

Aaron slapped his forehead and took out fresh dragon meat right in front of his dragon cub—a blatant provocation!

"I, I, I really didn't mean to."

"I didn't think that much about it. Dragon meat has analgesic properties, so..." Hagrid stammered. It was a rare opportunity for him to get so close to this dragon. What if he angered it and it stopped talking to him in the future?

"Put it away!" Aaron said, both amused and exasperated. "But it's better not to use such an unhygienic method."

"Oh!" Hagrid watched Abe with trepidation, and seeing that it had no intention of making a move, he reluctantly wrapped up the dragon meat.

“Let’s treat him!” Aaron said to Abe.

Abe crossed her arms and turned her head away haughtily, "I don't want to."

“If you treat him, we can pay less later,” Aaron said helplessly in the Dragon Language.

For the sake of money, Abe reluctantly convinced himself, spread his wings, and flew into the air to use healing magic on Hagrid.

A white magic circle appeared above Hagrid, and he immediately felt a strong warmth. The bleeding wounds on his body healed quickly, the swelling and purplish discoloration on his face gradually faded, and even the broken bones in his body were reattached.

One minute later, Hagrid's injury was completely healed.

He stretched his limbs, took a leisurely stroll around the room, and then looked intently at Abe. "I knew it was more special than any other dragon, definitely not comparable to a fire dragon."

If it were at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses, probably half the doctors would be out of a job.

Abe raised its proud dragon head with a solemn expression. It was a sacred dragon, and in terms of bloodline, it definitely stood at the top of the dragon pyramid.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, calling Abe down from mid-air. "Hagrid, I have something to discuss with you this time."

"You said."

"Didn't I buy a batch of materials about magical creatures from you last year?"

"All used up?"

"It's not all used up yet, but it'll be soon."

Hagrid frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "What did you use them for? They're being used up so quickly?"

I still can't tell you that.

"Last year you said that to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, you needed the products of magical creatures to enhance the power of your magical items, but the Triwizard Tournament is over, and you..."

“But Voldemort is back,” Aaron interrupted. “The wizarding world is in turmoil these days. Can’t I make some preparations in advance?”

“Well… alright, wait a minute,” Hagrid said helplessly, then pulled a bundle of feathers from a pile of straw behind him. “This is all I have for now. You know I haven’t been back for months.”

"understand."

Aaron stared at the tree with its hundreds of feathers of different colors, his eyes widening involuntarily.

The Thought Entity used the feathers of magical creatures to create many magic bullets with secondary enchantments, but to go further and achieve tertiary or even quaternary enchantments, more materials would be needed to practice.

The Divine Palace's inventory is almost depleted and can no longer support its continued operations, but obtaining this batch of goods would definitely solve its immediate crisis.

"how much is it?"

“That makes me unhappy.” Hagrid’s face immediately showed displeasure. “I already felt very bad that you left me a bunch of Galleons last year, and I absolutely cannot accept them this year.”

"But this..."

"You've treated my injuries, so it's only right that you give me some money for medical expenses!" Hagrid said with a smile. "If you give me money, it means you don't consider me a friend."

Aaron was momentarily at a loss, while Abe clung to Aaron's leg, refusing to let go, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Master, you absolutely must not make a mistake at this time!

That's a huge sum of money!

Aaron no longer hesitated; after all, he had raised a greedy dragon!

He wasn't short of money, but he saved the several thousand Galleons his family gave him each month in Gringotts. Ever since he earned his first pot of gold at the age of eight, he had always used his own money.

With regular expenses and the precious metals like gold, silver, and copper used to make enchanted bullets, the family was really struggling to make ends meet.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath, picked up a bundle of feathers, and stuffed it into Abe's pocket.

"Thanks."

"You're being so polite to me."

“You’ve just returned to Hogwarts, so there are some things you might not know,” Aaron said in a deep voice. “The school has a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

"Who? Was it Dumbledore who sent them?"

"No, no, no, that's exactly what I meant. She's Fudge's woman."

"What?" Hagrid looked shocked, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Aaron sighed when he saw him like this.

In his view, Hagrid was a fairly competent professor of the Magical Creatures Conservation course, and the location of the Forbidden Forest gave him a natural teaching advantage.

The problem is that Umbridge doesn't care whether you're qualified or not. As long as you're loyal to Dumbledore, she'll find ways to make things difficult for you.

If Hagrid's fiery temper were to give her any leverage, he might be fired on the spot.

"Fudge is actually getting involved in Hogwarts affairs?" Hagrid asked in bewilderment. "Didn't Dumbledore object?"