The days at Hogwarts

The end of the courtyard path.

There was ice and snow everywhere outside the castle.

Neither the rose garden nor the glowing fairies were cold-resistant things, and Professor McGonagall had put a lot of effort into decorating the castle, so it wasn't cold inside the courtyard.

Loren and Hermione's lips were already a little red and swollen, and their tongues were a little numb. They were both very self-controlled people, so they stopped an addictive two-person activity.

Hermione looked up at the face so close to her and felt puzzled. She was obviously taller last year, so how could it be reversed in a year.

Loren didn't dare to look at her. There were stars in her eyes. If he looked at her again, he would go to Madam Pomfrey to see her tongue.

He tightened his arms and hugged her waist. Through the smooth silk skirt, he could feel the slenderness, softness and warmth. He lowered his head slightly, buried his nose between the girl's shoulders and neck, and inhaled deeply. Take a breath.

"Hmm~"

Hermione hummed, with a shaky ending.

Loren nuzzled her nose and said, "Hermione, are you cold?"

"not cold."

"Is it snowing?"

Loren squeezed the little witch's hand and then touched her arm. It was ice cold. It was strange. Why was her mouth so hard? It was so soft just now.

"Is this what you mean by not being cold?"

"It's really not cold." Hermione said weakly with a serious look on her face.

"It's not cold yet, let's go back to the auditorium."

"Oh……"

After several hours of close contact on the auditorium dance floor, our eagerly beating hearts could no longer hold back, and many of our partners had other places to go.

The rose garden in the courtyard is still shining with fairy light, crystal clear and bright. The ornately decorated stone carvings separate small private spaces from the winding paths. The sound of the magic fountain is enough to cover up the rustling love words.

I have to admit, this is a great place for a date.

Loren and Hermione walked lightly along the courtyard path, avoiding some trembling flowers and bushes, avoiding the stone statues that could make low groans, and trudged slowly towards the auditorium.

On the road that was really unavoidable, Loren spotted a few familiar figures, including Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindor.

As they passed a huge stone sculpture of a reindeer, a gruff but familiar voice came from behind: "As soon as I saw you, I knew it in my heart."

"!!"

The Gryffindors showed up.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other and confirmed that there was no other way to go here. They hid in the bushes nearby in tacit agreement.

"What do you understand, Hagrid?" Ms. Maxim's voice was deep.

"I understand, you are the same as me, are you your father or your mother?"

Ms. Maxim said: "I don't know what you mean, Hagrid."

"My mother is one of the few left in the UK. Of course, I don't remember her very well... She left when I was three years old. Alas, there is no maternal nature in their nature. Yes or no?

"I don't know what happened to her later. She is probably dead." Hagrid stared at the silver fountain. "My father brought me up. He was a short man. I could lift him up and put him down when I was six years old. On top of the wardrobe, but he was never angry, always made to laugh...

"But he died when I was in school..." Hagrid blew his nose heavily, "I'm done with my situation, what about you, where did you get your inheritance?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Ms. Maxim said coldly, "It's too cold. I want to go in."

"Huh? Of course he's a hybrid giant, so why should I say that?"

"How dare you!" Madame Maxime screamed, "I have never been insulted like this in my life! Half-giant? Me? I am just big-boned!"

The sound pierced the quiet night sky, and Ms. Maxim walked away angrily, angrily pushing away the flowers along the way, startling groups of colorful fairies to fly into the air, and pairs of male and female dance partners escaping.

Hagrid sat on the bench and looked at her back silently.

A few minutes later, he stood up and strode away, not back to the castle, but in the direction of the Forbidden Forest hut.

……

It was past twelve o'clock when the Christmas dance ended. After dancing for several hours, the little wizards were both excited and sleepy. Some people wanted to hold the second half in the common room, but more little wizards didn't have the energy.

At the bottom of the stairs in the lounge, Loren held Hermione's hand and couldn't move his eyes away. The little witch like this has a different kind of appeal, which is more attractive than wearing a long dress. I can't get enough of it.

"It's time to say goodnight, Loren..."

Hermione blinked lightly, her curled eyelashes dyed red by the firelight, and her delicate face looked soft. The effect of the smooth hair spray has not yet worn off. The bun on her head has been let go. Her brown hair hangs down smoothly and is scattered on her shoulders. Loren's coat is outside the dress.

"Oh, good night."

"Remember to tell Harry and Ron about Hagrid."

"Oh."

Hermione felt that his eyes were burning, and she couldn't leave any more. She quickly waved and said good night to Loren, then hurriedly returned to the dormitory, changed clothes, washed up, and washed the quick-smoothing hair spray from her hair. Wash the lipstick off your lips.

Oh, it seems that the lipstick cannot be washed off...

She poked her red and swollen lips in the mirror and couldn't help but sip it. Then she didn't know what she thought of, and her cheeks started to feel hot again.

"Now we are officially together, I should write a letter to my mother..."

Hermione pursed her lips and returned to the dormitory, trying her best to avoid the scrutinizing eyes of her roommates. She silently took out the Muggle letter paper and ballpoint pen, and lay down on the desk.

In my ears, I could hear the chirping voices of Parvati and Lavender, who were full of sleepiness and unwilling to fall asleep. They kept their eyes open and complained about Fleur Delacour's pretense, but not all men liked her, such as her Little Ronnie...

At the same time, in the boys' dormitory, Loren also washed and changed clothes and got into bed.

I just don't know what's going on. It's winter, it's still snowing outside, the temperature in the bedroom is inexplicably high, and the bed is as hot as a furnace. It was obviously very suitable last night.

After struggling for most of the night to let the heat escape, Loren lay on the four-poster bed, looked up at the black curtain, and unconsciously smiled stupidly.

By the way, what did Hermione ask him to do?

……

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up very late.

The Gryffindor common room was much quieter than in previous days. People were chatting away, interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Hermione's hair was matted again, and she confessed that she had sprayed it with a lot of smoothing spray in preparation for the ball, but it was too much trouble to do it every day.

On the round table by the window, Hermione scratched the base of Crookshanks' ears, ate the cashew nut that was handed to her mouth, and narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

"Harry, are you saying that Cedric gave you a clue about the golden egg at the door of the Great Hall?"

"Oh, yes, he said it was to repay me for telling him about the dragon." Harry nodded seriously, "At the end of the dance, he specifically asked Ron to leave first, and then told me to take the golden egg to take a shower. Take a bath and think carefully in the hot water."

"Is this some kind of anagram?"

"No, it's for taking a shower. It's in the prefects' bathroom on the sixth floor. He even specifically told me that the entrance is the fourth door on the left of the statue of Boris the Fool. The password is "Fresh Pineapple."

Loren glanced up at Harry, thinking that he wouldn't need his help.

"Prefect's bathroom..."

When Hermione heard this, she thought of a ghost friend and fell into a deep silence.

"Well..." Crookshanks rubbed her stopped hand dissatisfiedly.

"This advice is really weird. I also find it strange that I can figure out the meaning of that screaming golden egg just by taking a bath. I even think he might be playing a trick on me..."

Harry really couldn't figure out the relationship between golden eggs and bathing, and his expression was full of doubts. He turned to look at Loren, "By the way, Loren, I remember that you also have clues about golden eggs. What is your suggestion?"

"My suggestion is to protect your privacy." Loren fed another cashew nut into the girl's mouth.

"Huh?" Harry looked confused.

Hermione panicked, her lips touched Loren's finger, and her cheeks turned red.

In the middle of the lounge, Ron explained the dance between him and Fleur six or seven times, making sure that George and Fred knew every detail, and then returned to the small round table by the window with satisfaction.

Although the other party's purpose was not pure, he still had to show off in front of the twins.

Ron sat down next to Harry, raised his glass and took a big sip of pumpkin juice, and let out a sigh of relief: "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about Harry's golden egg, but we have to wait until Harry takes a shower before we can continue talking." Loren fed the last cashew nut to the little witch and held her hand under the table: "I want to say something. Something about Hagrid"

Ron scratched his head: "Hagrid, what's wrong with him?"

"When we passed by the courtyard, we met Ms. Maxim and Hagrid..."

Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth and began to recount what they had heard in the courtyard.

Hagrid's life experience as a hybrid giant... Hagrid asked about Maxim's life experience... In the end, the two broke up on bad terms.

"Hagrid, the half-giant... Oh, I always thought he was accidentally hit by a vicious expansion spell when he was a child." Ron said, "No wonder Maxim looked ugly when he returned to the ball. He was even worse than Snape. Be gloomy.”

"What's wrong with giants?" Harry said angrily on Hagrid's behalf. "I don't know who Maxim is trying to deceive. If Hagrid is a hybrid giant, then she must be too. He has a big frame, even bigger than hers." The only big ones are dinosaurs.”

"Actually, Harry, there is really a problem with giants. A person like Maxim really cannot have anything to do with giants." Ron glanced around and lowered his voice, "Giants are very fierce. They are born to like them." They kill people and kill each other. Now there are no giants in Britain.”

"Where have they been?"

"Who knows, it will gradually become extinct. There should be some left in other countries, most of them hiding in the mountains..."

"It was mentioned in "Britain: The Transformation of Humanoids"," Hermione told. "During the Wizarding War, the only dozen remaining giants in Britain joined Voldemort's command. During the terrifying period of Voldemort's rule, , they were responsible for some of the most brutal massacres of Muggles, and were then killed by Aurors during the war... Later, people had the idea of ​​giants being cruel and bloodthirsty."

"But that's not the case with Hagrid!"

"Our opinions don't matter, but Maxim does." Loren shrugged.

Harry's expression was stunned, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses: "Then, let's go see Hagrid..."

Chapter 478 Dumbledore: Is this really drinkable?

The little fairy in the courtyard has disappeared, but the rose bushes and magic fountain are still there. It is foreseeable that before the roses wither, this will be a date spot for little wizards.

As they passed the reindeer statue, they saw an unexpected person on the stone bench.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry shouted in surprise.

"Good morning, Harry, Ron, Loren and Hermione." Dumbledore held a piece of parchment paper in his hand, looked down at them with a smile, and said happily, "You are going to confront Hagrid. ?"

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded blankly, not sure why the headmaster knew about this.

"That's great, pass this letter to him for me." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with azure blue. He dragged his beige robe over and handed the letter to Harry.

Before anyone could speak, Dumbledore waved to himself and walked towards the castle, leaving behind a lazy voice:

"Goodbye, my dear, the dance last night was very exciting. Forgive me for my lack of energy as an old man. I have to go back and catch up on my sleep."

Loren looked at his back and blinked.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this old man was avoiding too much contact with him.

When did it start?

It seems that since it was revealed that Moody was a pretender...

Hermione didn't want to pry into other people's letters, but the letter was open in plain sight. She glanced at it a few times unconsciously, and then her face gradually became serious and she shouted in a low voice:

"You guys, come and read this letter!"

The four people gathered around and read the letter that the principal asked them to deliver.

Although it was written on letter paper, the wording was more like a press release, written by an old acquaintance of theirs - Rita Skeeter.

"…Rubeau Hagrid admitted that he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and had been working as the school's gamekeeper ever since, a job Dumbledore had found for him. Last year, Hagrid had used his mysterious influence on the headmaster to win over many more qualified candidates and secure himself the position of Care of Magical Creatures professor.

"Hagrid is a large, menacing-looking man who abuses his newfound power to procure a series of terrifying animals to scare the students in his charge. In a series of almost terrifying lessons, Hagrid has caused Many students were injured, but Dumbledore had an ambiguous attitude towards this.

“According to the investigation, Hagrid is cultivating an animal he named a blast-tailed snail, which is a cross between a manticore and a fire crab and is very dangerous...

"Hagrid is not a pure-blood wizard as he always pretends to be, or even a pure-blood human! We can exclusively reveal that his mother is none other than the giant Friedvarfa, and her whereabouts are unknown."

As always, she uses a small amount of facts to stir up emotions, and the writing style is more skillful, and it is more subtle when influencing readers to follow her thoughts, and has more of a hint of Muggle media.

Loren's eyes slowly swept over the letter paper, and the face of the journalist Rita Skeeter emerged in his mind. He met in a hurry in New York during the summer vacation, and later appeared in the Goblet of Fire. The first project She even conducted an interview when the Warriors were testing the wand before the game.

Although the reports about Harry were still biased, they were much better than before. Unexpectedly, she had prepared big news just after Christmas...

Hermione read the manuscript in a low voice. After a long introduction about giants, Rita came to the conclusion: "Hagrid, as the son of giant Friedvarfa, seems to have inherited the cruel nature of giants, which makes Harry Potter and his classmates are shrouded in a dangerous cloud."

After Harry and Ron finished reading, their mouths opened in a daze.

"How did she find out?" Harry asked quietly.

"She must have turned into a beetle and eavesdropped in the flowers last night! This despicable reporter!" Hermione glared at the stone sculpture with angry eyes, and the letter trembled in her hand.