Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Harry felt a little relieved.

He had spent most of the day reading books out of spite, and he had reached his limit. Now was a good time for him to take a break.

Moreover, he was curious as to why Hagrid came to the library.

Although it’s not nice to label people.

But to be honest, Harry didn't think Hagrid was the kind of person who could concentrate on reading unless it had something to do with magical creatures.

Seeing that Hermione's temper was getting more and more violent, Harry asked quickly:

"Hagrid, what are you doing in the library... er, are you hiding something behind your back?"

Hagrid put his hands behind his back in his wide straw raincoat and stammered, "I'm looking for some books on agriculture... Yes, books on growing pumpkins, how to make them big and sweet, or how to make fried cod and fried potatoes taste like that..."

He began to ramble on and soon urged them on, "You should go back and apologize to Madam Pince. I heard you have a lot of classes... By the way, you haven't been investigating the Philosopher's Stone lately, have you?"

Harry perked up at the mention of this and said tentatively:

"We've already found out that it was Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Hagrid, you..."

"It can't be him." Hagrid shook his head repeatedly, interrupting Harry. He looked around again and saw that the library was busy and not a good place to talk, so he whispered, "Come to my house tonight and I'll tell you why."

After saying that, he hurriedly hugged the books hidden behind his back into his arms, said goodbye to the trio, and quickly disappeared in the rain.

Looking at Hagrid's receding back, Ron curled his lips. "That book he borrowed definitely wasn't about agriculture, at least not about growing pumpkins. Otherwise, why would he be hiding? Could he possibly grow pumpkins that eat people?"

Harry didn't think so either.

But Hagrid obviously didn't want to say anything, and there was nothing he could do. However, what made him happy was that Hagrid, who had always been tight-lipped and would lose his temper every time they asked him about the Philosopher's Stone, was actually willing to tell them some information this time.

This made Harry look forward to it.

Just as he was wondering why Hagrid was so sure it couldn't be Snape.

Hermione, who had quietly left at some point, came back with a note.

She spread the note in front of Harry and Ron and hummed, "Hagrid's looking for books about dragons. Look, 'A Guide to Keeping a Dragon,' 'A Complete Encyclopedia of Dragons of the World,' 'How to Hatch Eggs.'"

Harry lost interest instantly.

He shrugged. "That's not surprising. Hagrid has always wanted to have a dragon. He told me about it when we first met."

"But it's different, Harry. You can ask anyone in Hogwarts who knows that Hagrid likes dragons."

Ron suddenly said, "That's not a secret at all. I bet if someone showed an interest in raising a dragon, Hagrid would be able to hold him over and talk all day, instead of being afraid of being discovered like today."

Harry was stunned: "You mean..."

"That's right, Harry. It's not illegal to like dragons. There's no need to be secretive about it. Unless, Hagrid has one... a living dragon, no, maybe a dragon egg!"

At this point, Ron's nostrils flared excitedly and he breathed heavily.

Hermione immediately poured cold water on him: "Ronald, don't forget, raising a dragon privately will land you in Azkaban."

"..."

Ron, whose daydream was shattered before it even began, snorted and said nothing more.

Harry, who was not very familiar with the wizarding world and did not like reading, was surprised when he heard this: "He will go to Azkaban? Then Hagrid..."

Hermione glanced at him, then looked at the busy corridor. "So, while you guys discuss this, can you please find a quiet place?"

In the end, they decided to go to the Room of Requirement to review. There was no better place in the whole Hogwarts to study and chat.

No boy could resist a live dragon.

On the way to the Room of Requirement, Harry kept asking Hermione and Ron questions about dragons.

Because even in the magical world, the fire dragon is a domineering, powerful and mysterious magical creature.

At least Harry hadn't seen any at Hogwarts.

Ron answered his question, "Because all dragons are protected. They're not kept in captivity, but each country's Ministry of Magic has designated a protected area and hired professionals to keep dragons captive in the wild. This is mainly to prevent poachers from attacking dragons for materials like dragon blood and dragon nerves."

"Charlie works at the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in Romania."

Under Charlie's influence, he was considered a half-dragon enthusiast, and he easily gathered some basic information on the subject: "...Actually, there are wild dragons in the wild. I heard that there's a group of black dragons living in the Hebridean Islands in Scotland, not too far from Hogwarts."

"That's one of only two species of fire dragon left in England. The other is the common Welsh Green Dragon..."

Throughout the afternoon, Hermione was still busy with her review plan, while Ron was sharing with Harry the knowledge about dragons that he had heard from others. His knowledgeable look made Harry once again begin to doubt what he was doing all day.

At night, the three of them went to a restaurant and had something to eat.

Hermione returned to the dormitory with some Fruit Tea, intending to take the opportunity to let Fruit Tea get some fresh air while going to Hagrid's Hut.

Ron was unhappy about this because it meant he couldn't take care of Scabbers anymore.

"Can't you consider my feelings? Scabbers is so pitiful. I have to keep him in a cage all day long."

"Isn't Guoguocha pitiful? There's a mouse right in front of it, but it can never get to eat it!"

Ron was dumbfounded. Is this something a human could say?

At this moment, Guo Guocha, who had been following Hermione quietly, suddenly raised its nose, sniffed the air a few times, and then ran towards a corridor while meowing.

"Fruit tea!"

"It's all your fault, Ronald. Guoguocha is very smart. You must have hurt its heart."

"Stop talking nonsense, it's just a cat and can't understand human language!"

"Alright, alright, let's go get it back! We still have time to get to Hagrid's!"

The three of them hurriedly caught up with him, clamoring.

But soon, they stopped - and when they turned the corner of the corridor, Guoguocha was not lost.

This big fat cat is showing its belly, hugging a young boy's feet and acting coquettishly towards him.

Hearing footsteps, the boy turned around: "Hi, Hermione, Harry, oh, and my brother, Ronald Weasley!"

Chapter 91 The Trial of the Savior

Outside Hogwarts Castle, on the path leading to Hagrid's Hut.

The fine cobblestone road was slippery from the rain, and the four of them walked on it carefully. The slightly chilly wind blew the drizzle around them. Harry and Ron, who were walking in front with their heads down, kept sneezing, and their robes were soon soaked.

But the two people and the cat following behind them were protected by a waterproof and moisture-proof spell and were in a mood to chat.

"Vaughn, when did you come back?"

"I just got back and was about to go back to Slytherin to rest for a while, but I was discovered by Guo Guocha."

When Guoguocha heard his master calling his name, he jumped over and rubbed against Vaughn's legs again and again.

Hermione asked expectantly, "Is everything settled?"

Vaughn nodded. "Almost. The next thing is quite complicated. The Wizengamot and the werewolves need to write to the International Confederation of Wizards. The three parties need to agree on a time to discuss the establishment of a joint committee's organizational structure. I won't have to be involved in this matter, so I will stay at school until the end of the semester."

The little witch suddenly smiled sweetly.

She looked at the two friends walking silently in front of her, quietly took Vaughn's hand, and gently shook it, concealing her inner joy.

"Ah!"

Harry sneezed again and couldn't help pulling at his robe. The wet robe became very heavy and completely lost its function of keeping out the cold.

The wind blowing on it can chill you to the bone.

He glanced secretly at Ron beside him. Ron was not much better than him. He pulled his robe with both hands and shivered in the cold wind. His face was as pale as Malfoy's, and his freckles seemed to have become transparent.

"Ron, maybe we should wait for your brother... uh, I mean, wait for Vaughn."

Harry said suggestively.

But Ron obviously didn't want to admit defeat.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken Harry away first after seeing Vaughn more than ten minutes ago.

Ron snorted. "Don't expect him to cast a waterproofing spell on you, Harry. He loves to see other people in such a mess. I don't need to wait for him to know that we're both going to get wet in the end."

No, he just wanted to see you in such a mess...

Harry thought to himself, but didn't dare say it out loud, for he was afraid that Ron's fragile self-esteem might collapse.

Harry had already discovered through their previous experience of practicing Occlumency...

Vaughan may have a bit of a bad taste, but he generally wouldn't do anything to strangers.

His "bullying" is often more like a joke with a bit of urging meaning played on people he is familiar with - like now.

In fact, the waterproof and moisture-proof spell is a spell that can be learned in the first grade. If the two of them worked harder in class and read more books after class, they would not have to stand in the wind and rain like fools now.

At least Harry felt that being bullied was no big deal. From childhood to adulthood, he had never enjoyed such a feeling!

The only thing that accompanied him growing up was loneliness.

Oh, Cousin Dudley's kind of bullying doesn't count!

Ron didn't know what was going on in Harry's mind, otherwise he would have thought Harry was crazy. He muttered about Vaughn's "care" for him since he was a child, to prove how wise it was for him to take Harry away early, at least he didn't have to humiliate himself.

It would be more convincing if he could stop his teeth from chattering when he spoke.

Fortunately, Hagrid's cabin was not far away. After crossing a hill, the small wooden cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest came into view. White smoke was coming out of the chimney of the cabin. Fang was squatting at the door and started barking from a distance.

Soon, Hagrid, wearing an apron and holding two umbrellas, came to meet them. When they met, he complained:

"You two little fools, you don't know how to cast a waterproof and moisture-proof spell, so why don't you know to bring an umbrella?"

Harry and Ron were struck by lightning.

Yes...

The two men, fooled by their own stupidity, huddled under Hagrid's umbrella, dejected.

The carefree Hagrid didn't care. He watched Vaughn and Hermione from a distance and waited for a while. When they approached, he went up to Vaughn and gave him a hug.

"Well done, kid. Werewolf Affairs Commission. That's the buzzword in the papers this year. No one's ever thought of it before. I mean, who cares about those poor werewolves... and those poor half-breeds?"

As he spoke, he wiped his eyes emotionally, probably thinking about his own life experience.

The wizarding world has a long history and has various drawbacks. What Hagrid said is actually that the abuse of magic has led to the emergence of new species, but these new species are not recognized in the wizarding world, and they can only become a marginal group that no one cares about.

A half-giant like Hagrid is lucky enough to be able to stay in Hogwarts, because at least there is Dumbledore who is willing to take him in.