The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 28 The Clever Hagrid

As the saying goes, when people have a common enemy, their relationship will quickly become closer.

Keep in mind that it had only been a short time since the start of the school year, and Ron was still angry with George and Fred, furious that they had deceived him during the Sorting Ceremony.

Hearing Hagrid berate George and Fred, Ron instantly felt like he had found a kindred spirit and immediately joined the fray.

Harry looked at the two people opposite him. Gone was the tension from before. They now seemed like long-lost friends, sitting together and having a lively discussion.

Although the scene was somewhat eerie, Harry did not interrupt; in fact, he seemed rather pleased with it.

He didn't have many friends at Hogwarts, so he was glad that Ron and Hagrid got along well.

And this conversation lasted for more than half an hour.

Ron was having a great time chatting until he got thirsty and went to get some water, only to find that there was only a lonely plate of rock cakes on the table.

"Look at my memory!"

After Hagrid realized Ron's intentions, he slapped his forehead and quickly got up to get the boiling tea from the stove.

While Hagrid was away, Harry quickly gave Ron a meaningful look.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong with your eyes? Why are you blinking so much?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Ron, let's put aside the topic of your brothers for a moment. I want to know from Hagrid why Snape is always targeting me. I haven't done anything to him..."

Harry stopped halfway through his sentence because Hagrid was already carrying the water bottle and walking towards them.

Ron also cleverly gave Harry a reassuring look, indicating that he would help to get information out of him.

After pouring the tea, Hagrid sat back down in the wooden chair with a creaking sound.

"Hagrid, do you know what we've been through today...?"

"...It was Snape. You didn't see his ferocious appearance. I bet if there hadn't been other people around, Snape would have definitely hurt Harry, or even killed him."

Ron once again shared his opinion on Snape.

However, instead of the agreement Ron had expected, Hagrid, contrary to his usual behavior, retorted:

"Harm Harry? That's impossible. You must be overthinking it. Nothing like that happened."

"Hagrid, I actually feel that Snape hates me a lot," Harry said at the opportune moment.

"But I've never messed with him. You know, I'd never even met him before coming to Hogwarts."

Compared to Ron's exaggerated descriptions, Harry seemed much more rational, perhaps because he had just entered Gryffindor.

"Hmm..." Hagrid touched his thick beard with some hesitation. Faced with the expectant eyes of Harry and Ron, he still couldn't quite resist.

"Well... all I can say is that Snape would never hurt you. After all, he's a professor at Hogwarts. Even if you don't trust him, you should trust Headmaster Dumbledore."

Upon hearing this, Harry nodded in agreement, and even Ron, who was standing to the side, unusually did not object.

"As for Snape targeting you... I would say Snape targets all Gryffindors, and you just happen to be the most famous one in Gryffindor."

Hagrid couldn't help but admire his own wit; he had come up with such a brilliant excuse in such a short time.

Harry, on the other hand, looked as if he had just realized something, and seemed to have temporarily accepted this reason, at least it seemed reasonable.

……

Time always slips away silently.

Two days later, one morning.

Ino continued to enjoy the exclusive wake-up service from the arrogant guy, which further solidified his idea of ​​buying an alarm clock.

"Draco, you've already applied three coats of hairspray to your hair. Are you sure you're not damaging your hair roots?"

Ino leaned against the headboard, watching Malfoy's dazzling display of skill.

He just couldn't understand why a simple flight lesson required getting up at six o'clock and then going through all the washing and makeup.

Sorry, he used the word "makeup" because he really couldn't understand why a normal boy would get up early in the morning and spray himself with perfume like crazy.

Some people even spend half an hour in front of the mirror just to adjust their hairstyle.

"Ino, what do you think of this shirt?" Malfoy ignored the hairspray question and instead asked about his shirt.

"Great! It looks very energetic, and the color scheme is excellent," Ino replied insincerely.

Honestly, if it weren't for the daily wake-up call service, he really wanted to tell the other person that no one would lift up your robe to admire your hidden shirt.

"That's good! Hurry up and wash up, don't forget your flight lesson later. I'm going to the auditorium now!"

After saying that, Malfoy left the dormitory without looking back.

A few minutes later, Ino also sat up in bed.

He was also looking forward to his flight lessons, which stemmed not only from humanity's inherent yearning for the sky but also from his future survival.

Although fantasy worlds seem safe at the moment, no one would mind having an extra means of survival, even if it's just for getting around.

"Perhaps... I can only afford a magic carpet?"

While pondering, Ino glanced at the briefcase beside the bed. Although it had been enlarged by the Extension Charm, it was still not big enough to hold a flying broom.

"It seems like magic carpets aren't sold in England yet. I'm going to be busy this summer..."

……

Just as Ino was planning her summer shopping trip abroad, on the other side of the castle...

Auditorium hall.

Malfoy also managed to "accidentally" meet the person he wanted to see.

Upon seeing Harry and Ron appear in the Great Hall, Malfoy instantly abandoned his so-called pure-blood dignity and started shouting loudly.

"Before coming to Hogwarts, I was already skilled at riding a flying broom. Once, my dad was flying me home, and we almost got hit by a Muggle plane. If I hadn't dodged in time, the Muggle plane might have been destroyed..."

Surrounded by the new Slytherin students, Malfoy proudly recounted his legendary experiences.

On the Gryffindor table.

Ron appeared to be drinking milk, but his ears were already perked up.

"Harry, are Muggle planes so easily damaged? Wouldn't they be in great danger up in the air?"

When it comes to curiosity, Ron is the only one.

"Malfoy is bragging!" Harry shook his head decisively.

"Although I've never been on a plane, if one of those hundreds of feet tall steel machines were to crash into us head-on, neither he nor his father would be spared."

"Merlin's stockings! Hundreds of feet? That's bigger than a fire dragon..."

Ron was filled with shock. He couldn't imagine how a creature much larger than a fire dragon could fly into the sky, especially since this behemoth was made of steel.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy noticed Harry seemed to glance in his direction, which only heightened his interest.

It not only tells the story of how he evaded Muggle planes, but also of his races with dragons, his journeys with thunderbirds, and many other bizarre and fantastical experiences.

The exaggerated embellishments and ornate language made Ino, who had just arrived at the auditorium, stop and listen.

At that moment, he even thought that if Malfoy had switched to being a bard, he might have actually created a glorious legend.

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