Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

"Uh, hehe, I know every new little wizard very well."

Hegel sat down in the chair, casually tore off a piece of biscuit, and held it to Tooth's mouth as he leaned closer. "You're a little wizard from the Lestrange family, right? Life at Hogwarts is definitely different from your old days, but I believe you'll gradually adapt and come to like it here."

"Crunch... crunch..." Ya Ya took the flatbread and immediately began to wolf it down. The sound of his teeth hitting the flatbread was like biting into a big bone. There were also a lot of crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth. He looked very cute.

Looking at Ya Ya's appearance, Puni's eyelids twitched slightly, and he secretly felt fortunate.

His teeth were no match for that strong mastiff; he would probably struggle to even take a bite of such a hard flatbread.

He took the teacup, gently blew on it to warm it, and said in a gentle tone, "Thank you, Hagrid. I already had breakfast at the restaurant, so some tea will do. I came here simply to get to know you; I've heard you're a very capable person."

"Huh? Hahahaha, no way."

"Actually, I'm only a little bit good at it, but really? Do you really think I'm good? What's so good about me, hahaha~"

For him, it was indeed a bit too early to eat biscuits at this time.

But for Hagrid, who was tall and had an enormous appetite, it was just right.

Hagrid didn't insist. He smiled and nodded, then grabbed a flatbread as wide as his head and began to eat it in big bites. The crunching sound echoed in the room, showing that he was enjoying it very much.

"Don't be shy here, make yourself at home," Hagrid mumbled between chewing on a scones, his eyes sincere. "Hogwarts is your second home. If you have any problems, come to me, and I'll do my best to help you."

Hagrid was tall and imposing, and slightly older than most of the professors at Hogwarts. Upon first meeting him, his extraordinary height and somewhat rugged appearance would always create a sense of distance, making people hesitant to approach him.

Only after truly getting to know him can one discover that behind this outward "intimidating power" lies a simple and pure heart. He speaks directly and frankly, without any beating around the bush, and treats people with sincerity and openness. He is willing to share his past experiences and personal preferences with those he trusts without reservation.

Sitting by the warm fireplace, sipping warm tea, Hagrid gradually opened up and began to talk to Puni about his youth.

He casually recounted that he had once been a student at Hogwarts, but due to an unexpected turn of events, he was expelled from the school and ultimately missed the opportunity to continue his studies and complete his education at Hogwarts.

As he said these words, a hint of regret flashed in Hagrid's eyes, but he didn't complain much, as if he had already accepted the past.

After recounting his past, Hagrid turned his gaze to the window, where it fell upon the lush Forbidden Forest not far away. The forest seemed to come alive as Hagrid began to tell Puni the secrets of the Forbidden Forest.

That vast forest is home to countless magical creatures, some gentle, some fierce, and all sorts of rare magical plants. Everywhere you look, there are unknown surprises and potential dangers.

As he spoke, Hagrid couldn't help but frown, yet a hint of indulgence lingered in his expression: "Speaking of the Forbidden Forest, one cannot help but mention the Weasley twins, Fred and George."

"Those two lads are full of energy. They always try to sneak into the forbidden forest and cause a lot of trouble for me."

"They always liked to conduct strange experiments in the Forbidden Forest, fiddling with their own inventions. Several times, the noise they made was so loud that it attracted the centaurs from the forest."

Hagrid sighed and said worriedly, "Centaurs are naturally solitary and don't like being disturbed by humans. If these two lads provoke them rashly, not only might they themselves be attacked and injured by centaurs, but the weak magical creatures in the forest might also be disturbed or even harmed by the noise of their experiments."

"What's even more infuriating is that these two guys are as slippery as eels. Every time I find them sneaking into the forbidden forest and have to catch them, I have to go around in the forest for a long time, which takes a lot of time and effort."

At this point, Hagrid couldn't help but laugh again. "But thankfully, they're in third grade now. In a few more years, once they're older and more mature, I should be able to relax a lot and won't have to keep an eye on them every day to prevent them from getting into trouble."

Hearing Hagrid repeatedly mention "little creatures in the forest," Puni couldn't help but recall Hagrid's unique definition of "cute little creatures" when they first met—in his eyes, even large, seemingly fierce magical animals were little creatures that needed to be cared for.

Puni couldn't help but ask, "Hagrid, you love the Forbidden Forest so much, with so many magical creatures there, which ones are your favorites?"

Upon hearing the question, Hagrid's eyes lit up instantly, and his voice unconsciously rose considerably, brimming with excitement and joy: "There are just too many! I could never finish talking about them!"

He counted on his thick fingers, listing the names of those magical creatures one by one: "Thestrals, the Invisible Beast, the Ophiuchus, the Hippogriff, and the Unicorn—each one is incredibly cute, they're all my treasures!"

As each name was uttered, Hagrid's smile grew brighter, his eyes softening as if the magical creatures were right before him. "They are all incredibly gentle. If you treat them sincerely, they will open their hearts to you without any reservations. They are all my good children."

As he spoke, Hagrid reached for the brass kettle by the fireplace and gently pulled out a dark-colored mat underneath it. His tone was tinged with pride: "Look at this mat. It looks unassuming, but it's actually made from the crest feathers of a serpent. It has excellent heat insulation; no matter how hot the kettle is, it won't burn your hands. And it has a magical feature—it can stretch and shrink freely. It's incredibly practical."

As they got more into the conversation, Hagrid raised his hand and patted the black ash off the crested mat. The surface, which had been covered in dust, immediately revealed a bright blue-green color underneath, which shone with a faint luster in the firelight of the fireplace.

He held the two ends of the crested feather cushion with both hands and gently pulled it outwards. The cushion, which was originally the size of a palm, was instantly stretched to the size of a palm-leaf fan.

Then, he brought his hands back together, and the mat shrank back to the size of his palm with ease and without any hesitation.

Puni was somewhat surprised to see this amazing scene. He then realized that Hagrid's hut actually contained many materials from magical creatures, not just this bird-snake crest cushion.