Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 466 Hagrid Returns

The deans dispersed and relayed the principal's punishment to the common rooms of the four colleges.

The different reactions of students from the four colleges fully illustrate the saying: people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were initially annoyed because their willfulness and recklessness had caused the House to lose fifty points at once.

But upon further reflection, everyone's frustration and regret gradually faded, because they suddenly realized that their own academy was in the lead in the Academy Cup competition.

Although their lead wasn't huge—just a matter of a word from Dumbledore—Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff at least saw hope: as long as they stopped being reckless and impulsive, they could have the last laugh.

Compared to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who only lost fifty points, the Gryffindor students were thunderstruck upon hearing the punishment. They lost a hundred points in their house, and the Weasley brothers were put in solitary confinement. The Gryffindors' hearts were bleeding.

However, when Professor McGonagall announced Dumbledore's punishment of Slytherin, the Gryffindors' hearts were still bleeding, but the pain didn't seem so bad anymore.

With only two months of school life, Slytherin has lost 200 points, which basically means they have dropped out of the House Cup race unless a miracle happens.

In addition, Vincent Crabbe, the culprit, was suspended, and Monta and Warrington were also put in solitary confinement, which made the Gryffindors feel much better.

While the Gryffindors could still find amusement in their misery, the Slytherins were anything but happy; Dumbledore's powerful punch left them all stunned.

Did you make a mistake!

It was Gryffindor who struck first!

Why is Slytherin the house that receives the harshest punishment?

In the long, narrow, and low-ceilinged common room, a group of pure-blood students, filled with righteous indignation, loudly denounced Dumbledore for being unfair.

They seem to have forgotten that it was they who first sang "Weasley is Our King" in unison, and that they still hit the ball at Harry after the final whistle.

At this moment, the pure-blood Slytherin members clamored to demand an explanation from Dumbledore, while the non-pure-blood members sighed and lamented. Slytherin's glory had nothing to do with the non-pure-bloods, but they would still enjoy the drama that was happening.

Snape, his face dark, stood in the common room, coldly watching the noisy pure-blood students. For the first time in his life, he felt that these people might not even be as intelligent as trolls and Flobber Caterpillars.

If it weren't for this group of incredibly stupid purebloods constantly causing trouble, the other three heads of the house wouldn't have been united in their hatred; if it weren't for this group of purebloods who were so stupid they could be in a museum constantly challenging the bottom line, Dumbledore wouldn't have shown them any respect.

The more Snape thought about it, the angrier he became. He was practically grinding his teeth to powder, but these idiots were still making a racket and didn't even have the most basic sense of propriety.

For a fleeting moment, Snape recalled his argument with Belvina a few years ago.

Because of the passage of time, the specific details of the argument are no longer clear, but Snape remembers the general meaning of Belvina's words.

Previously, Snape scoffed at Belvina's views, but now he thinks Belvina has a point: the current Slytherins are just a bunch of good-for-nothing idiots!

Thinking of this, Snape, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, turned and left. He didn't want to share a room with these idiots anymore. How could there be such stupid people in the world? And how could such stupid people appear in Slytherin!

As Snape turned and left, the once noisy common room immediately fell silent, and the pure-blood students looked at each other in bewilderment.

When Snape stopped condoning and protecting them, the pure-blooded Slytherins, facing Dumbledore's punishment, panicked. They finally realized that the mess they had made this time seemed to be quite big.

Theodore Nott was sometimes frustrated and depressed, sometimes gritted his teeth, and the flames of anger hidden in his heart seemed to have the power to dry up the Black Lake.

Blaise Zabini shook his head dismissively. He didn't care about the points he lost in Slytherin, and he wasn't the one who was put in solitary confinement. Zabini felt that today's events had little to do with him.

Draco Malfoy was pale, his hands trembling in his pockets. He wondered: if he had caught the Golden Snitch first, would Crabbe have been spared from attacking Harry Potter, and would this massive brawl have been avoided?

With that thought in mind, Draco Malfoy also left the common room. He wanted to go to the field and be alone.

Leaving the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere of the Slytherin dungeon, Draco Malfoy silently walked towards the castle gate. As he passed the giant hourglass that recorded the House Cup scores, Draco subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have lost nearly half the number of hourglass gems, Gryffindor has very few rubies left, and Slytherin has none left at all.

Draco Malfoy sighed. If he could win every Quidditch match that followed, Slytherin might still have a chance.

Just as Draco was lost in thought, a series of heavy footsteps sounded.

Draco Malfoy looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hagrid, a tall and imposing man, walking towards him step by step.

Rupert Hagrid was wearing a thick black travel cloak and carrying an exaggeratedly large backpack. His hair was messy and covered with blood clots, and his left eye was swollen into a slit.

Looking at Hagrid's battered and bruised body, Draco Malfoy was speechless with astonishment. He had no idea where Hagrid had been all this time, nor could he imagine who could have managed to leave the strong Hagrid so badly injured.

"Professor Hagrid—" Draco stammered.

"Ah—oh—Malfoy—" Hagrid looked a little flustered. "It's really cold today, isn't it?"

The battered Hagrid spoke perfunctorily as he quickened his pace, passing Draco Malfoy and rushing upstairs.

After confirming that there were no other students in the corridor and that Malfoy had not followed, Hagrid stopped. He carefully raised his still-bleeding hand and, supporting himself against the wall, continued to walk upstairs little by little, with a limp.

In the headmaster's office, Hagrid met Dumbledore, as well as Belvina, who had returned.

"I think what you need most right now is to go to the school hospital, Hagrid," Belvina said. "Ms. Pomfrey will heal you."

Belvina was a woman who had seen her share of big battles, and she wasn't frightened by Hagrid's injuries, but she still felt that Hagrid needed to see a doctor immediately instead of reporting the situation to Dumbledore.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury," Hagrid said defiantly, though he was very careful in his movements.

"I also think you need to see Poppy first," Dumbledore said. "The giants aren't urgent."

Belvina and Dumbledore tried to persuade Hagrid, but he remained unmoved. He stubbornly sat down and began to recount his search for the giants, word by word.

In the remote European interior, far from Britain, deep in the mountains, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim found a tribe of giants living in the mountains. Hagrid gave Dumbledore's gift to the giant leader, Karkus.

Standing before the giant leader Kakus, Hagrid looked like a child. Kakus was over twenty feet tall and weighed more than two adult male elephants.

The giant was very pleased with Dumbledore's gift, the Eternal Flame of the Goblins.

The next day, Hagrid presented another gift: a helmet made by a fairy, which pleased the giant leader Karkus even more.

According to Hagrid, the leader of the giants, Karkus, knew Dumbledore and knew that he opposed killing the last of the British giants. Karkus was very interested in Dumbledore.

Very good signs, Hagrid concluded his second day's visit with hope.

But at night, the giants began to kill each other, and the head of Karkus, the giant leader who was interested in Dumbledore, was cut off and sank to the bottom of the lake.

The new leader of the giants was named Gogomar, and he didn't give Hagrid a chance to speak before ordering his giants to capture him.

If it weren't for Mrs. Maxim accompanying them, Hagrid would probably have perished in some remote mountain village.

To make matters worse, Gogoma accepted a gift from the Death Eaters.

After that, Hagrid tried to persuade some of the giants who were unwilling to obey the tall horse, and the results were quite good.

However, Gogoma attacked the persuaded giants and killed them all. No giant dared to accept Hagrid anymore, and Hagrid's plan completely failed.

As Hagrid recounted his story, Belvina's head was buzzing.

Giants are natural warriors, and with their addition, Voldemort's forces became even stronger.

This means that the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix not only have to fight the Death Eaters, but also the tough giants, which is terrible.

"And what happened to all these injuries?" Belvina asked. "Giants, or Death Eaters?"

As far as Belvina knew, Mrs. Maxime had returned to Beauxbatons and did not appear to be injured.

Hagrid's wounds were so fresh that they were still bleeding.

"Neither." Hagrid shook his head, grimacing, as if his ribs were broken.

As the pain subsided, Hagrid first looked at Belvina, then at Dumbledore.

Seeing Hagrid's speechless expression, Belvina's alarm bells went off; she felt that Hagrid might have gotten Dumbledore into trouble again.

"While you were away, Belvina became the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. There's nothing she can't say now," Dumbledore said, looking at Hagrid.

Upon hearing this, Hagrid grinned at Belvina again. Although he looked miserable, his left side, swollen into a thin slit, was...

The eyes are really funny.

After a brief period of hesitation and agonizing, Hagrid finally spoke up. It turned out that during this official trip, he had also done some personal work: he had found his half-brother and brought this giant brother back with him.

No wonder Hagrid's return to England didn't match up with Mrs. Maxim's.

No wonder Hagrid has already returned to school, but there's still no news from Belvina.

It turns out Hagrid entered the country illegally, and worse, his half-brother, a giant, was also illegally brought in with him.

"So, the only giant in Britain is currently hiding in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts?" Belvina said helplessly, she truly admired Hagrid.

In the 91-92 school year, Hagrid secretly obtained a dragon egg and successfully hatched a Norwegian Ridgeback at the school.

In the 92-23 school year, Belvina unexpectedly learned that a large group of extremely dangerous eight-eyed giant spiders lived in the school's forbidden forest.

In the 93-94 academic year, Hagrid became a professor of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, and he didn't cause any trouble that year.

However, in the 94-95 school year, Professor Hagrid, who was in charge of the class on protecting magical creatures, broke the law again by secretly hybridizing and breeding the blast-tailed snail.

This year, Hagrid suddenly revealed that he had hidden his giant brother in the Forbidden Forest—a warlike giant, just a stone's throw away in the Forbidden Forest. Belvina was speechless.

She was completely numb.

I'm tired. Let's destroy it, quickly.