The days at Hogwarts

Loren silently turned the letter to the back and found that there was nothing following. There was only a press release written on the letter: "Don't worry too much. If Skeeter wants to publish it, we have already published it this morning." The Daily Prophet saw the news.”

"Then this is?"

"This is a correspondence between her and Dumbledore. Whether it was intercepted by the principal or written to him by Skeeter on his own initiative, it has nothing to do with us." Loren folded the letter and put it into the pocket of his magic robe, " Let’s go see Hagrid first.”

Hermione sighed softly: "Hagrid must be so sad to see this."

Accompanied by the rustling of footsteps, the figures of the four people gradually disappeared into the rose garden. Pass through the magic fountain in the center of the courtyard, follow the winding path, and enter a white world.

Dumbledore, who was hiding behind the stone pillars of the castle, watched them go away, his smile slowly faded, and he shook his head. Even children who have not grown up can see things clearly, why can’t those who are older understand it?

He didn't know whether the giantess Fredervafa had maternal nature in her nature, but his gamekeeper knew how to take care of small animals best and could understand the feelings of those abandoned little ones best. Rubeus Hagrid had experienced it. One person's feelings, so he doesn't want other people to experience this feeling.

Fortunately, he is not alone, he has made a group of good friends...

Dumbledore turned and went upstairs, returned to the office, and smiled at the long-awaited guest: "Sorry, Miss Skeeter, the wind and snow outside were too heavy, so I was a little slow to come back."

Rita Skeeter, who was sitting at the guest seat at the desk, turned around and tapped her right thumb high while holding the coffee. She said in a high-pitched voice: "It's nothing. I'm not bored here. You want to taste me." "Did you make special coffee, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"My pleasure."

Dumbledore returned to his seat, smiled and took the coffee Rita poured for him, sniffed it close to his nose, and praised: "There is a rich aroma, very rich."

"I learned in New York that the Muggle method is very troublesome, but it is much easier if you have a wand..." Rita smiled and said, "In addition, I also saw some interesting things on your bookshelf, such as, My article from the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference—"

"Cough cough..."

Before Rita could finish her words, she saw the always calm old principal coughing violently, and it took her a while to calm down her breathing.

Rita stood up and wanted to do something, but she saw him holding out his hand to indicate that he was not using it, so she had to ask quickly: "Principal Dumbledore, do you want to go to the school doctor's office?"

"It's okay, I made you worry." Dumbledore wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and pushed the coffee away calmly, "Let's get down to business."

"Okay...let's do it." Rita looked at him carefully, fearing that something might happen to the centenarian. After observing for a while, she found that there was really no problem, and then continued, "I believe that the manuscript just now has proved my Sincerely, I am here and just want to know an answer.”

"what is the answer?"

"Is your warning at the International Federation of Wizards Conference true?"

Dumbledore looked directly into her eyes. He was worthy of being a Ravenclaw graduate. So many smart politicians and experts thought it was another unfunny joke on his part. Only this reporter came to verify it.

"Rita, I have to remind you, if you want to pursue the hottest news, Mysterious Man is not the right choice, and you know why."

"I have no shortage of news. The purpose of pursuing answers is to avoid danger. I have read in Muggle articles about animals that beetles with keen senses can sense weather changes before the rainy season." Rita picked up the cup elegantly. Take a sip of coffee.

Dumbledore watched her movements and became slightly silent: "I can continue to provide you with danger warnings, but while you are keeping secrets, you also need to do something for me."

"I have to understand the task first, and then judge whether the effort and reward are equal."

"There are many intelligent groups that are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. I need you to go to the places where they hide and live... giants... vampires... Kurupira... fairies... sirens..."

The fine silverware on the table exhaled warm white mist, drowning out the haggling conversation, until Rita finished a pot of coffee and the secret deal was finally finalized.

"so be it."

Rita said with a smile on her face. She stood up, bowed politely, and left the principal's office on bright red high heels.

When the footsteps completely disappeared, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, tapped his fingers on the table, and fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long it took, but Dumbledore blinked and refocused his deep eyes. His eyes fell on the coffee on the right, looked at Rita's empty cup, and then looked at the empty teapot.

The old principal was thoughtful.

After a few seconds.

"puff!"

……

Snow was falling again outside the castle, and the breath coming out of the mouth and nose turned into white mist.

The road outside was a bit difficult to walk on. There was thick snow on the road to the venue, and the temperature was very low. The cold wind blew on his face like someone was being slapped. Loren was slapped twice, and he trembled and slapped it on himself and the little witch. Lost a bubble head charm.

Protects against cold and keeps warm.

Ron looked at the two people walking hand in hand and felt a bit toothache. He couldn't help shouting: "Hey, where's ours?"

"You don't know how to spell the head soaking charm?" Loren held Hermione's warm little hand without looking back.

"Our head soaking spell is not as effective as yours!" Harry said confidently.

"Then you need to practice more."

Loren kept walking. In order to prevent Hermione from falling, he changed to a safer position, his right hand lovingly hugged her shoulder, and the other hand held her left hand, which was steady and safe.

Hermione remained silent and followed Loren silently forward.

Harry and Ron stared at each other for a while, then reluctantly caught up with them after a few minutes.

Passing by the shore of the Black Lake, I saw Durmstrang's large ship moored on the lake in the distance, with students wearing thick leather jackets standing on the deck in twos and threes. The nearby ice cubes were shattered and floated on the water, making a crisp rustling sound when they collided.

"The place where Durmstrang is is much colder than here. For them, the weather is quite warm now." Hermione said.

Ilvermorny's school bus was parked neatly at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with only a layer of snow on the roof. Beauxbatons' carriage was parked next to the stables, and the huge rune horses cuddled up against each other to resist the cold, their wings sluggish. Drooping lazily.

Half an hour later, the group of people arrived at their destination. Loren broke the spell he and the little witch had created and saw the cabin with its doors and windows closed: "This is not normal. Usually at this time, Hagrid has returned from patrolling the forest. "

Ron knocked on the door, and a deep barking sound came from the house.

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry increased his strength and banged on the wooden door, "Open the door quickly!"

Hagrid's dull whimper was his answer.

Hermione couldn't help it anymore and knocked on the door: "Hagrid! Hagrid, that's enough! We know you are in there! Stop crying for that woman Maxim, no one cares that your mother is a giant!"

Hagrid cried louder.

Loren pushed aside a few people and opened the door with the unlocking spell. Yaya rushed towards him, biting Loren's trousers and led him into the room. Several people also saw Hagrid sitting at the table.

He had spots on his face, and his eyes were red and swollen. He was wiping his eyes and nose awkwardly, and asked in a hoarse voice with a hint of crying: "Why are you here?"

"Hagrid, we all know." Hermione took out the letter from Loren's pocket and spread it out on the table to show him. "Not only do we know, but Rita Skeeter also knows."

Harry and Ron walked over in small steps and waited silently for Hagrid to read the report.

Loren took out his magic wand and waved it, summoning a whirlwind to bring fresh air into the house. He also took out tea and desserts from the pendant, placed them on the table and poured tea for everyone: "Drink something and talk slowly. Bar."

At this time, Hagrid also finished reading the report, two round tears flowed from his dark eyes, and he started sobbing again: "Now everyone knows that I will be expelled from Hogwarts again!"

"Professor Dumbledore asked us to forward this to you!" Hermione roared, her voice rising above Hagrid's sobs. "This report will not be sent out, and besides Maxim, do you think we will care about it?" These things?"

Hagrid's eyes lit up, then dimmed quickly: "But sooner or later they will know that they care... I shouldn't cause any more trouble to Dumbledore..."

"You want to resign?" Harry grabbed his sleeve anxiously: "The important thing is not that they don't care, it's that Dumbledore doesn't care, it's that you don't care! Now that this letter is in front of you, don't you still want to Understand?"

"You won't understand. You are not a hybrid giant. Even Olim -"

"So only Maxim cares! Only you care!"

Loren's stern voice made the room quiet for a moment. Hagrid did not dare to look up at him. The other three secretly glanced at his face: "When Dumbledore was not the headmaster, he resisted the objections of so many people. Let you stay as gamekeeper to this day!

"You became the Care of Magical Creatures professor last year and got into trouble. Harry humbly agreed to Malfoy's request for you! So now, are you going to lock yourself up here and resign to Dumbledore?"

"Just because Maxim doesn't like you, are you going to let down these people who are good to you for the sake of someone you've known for less than two months?"

"I, I'm not..." Hagrid choked, and many more tears rolled down his cheeks, seeping into his unkempt beard.

"Then take action and see!"

Hagrid buried his face in his palms as big as dustbin lids and cried sadly.

Harry and Ron kept patting his arms, trying to give him some comfort.

After a long time, Hagrid finally raised his head, his eyes red: "You are right, I am so stupid...my old dad will definitely blush for me when he sees me like this..."

Smiles appeared on several people's faces again.

Hagrid's tears flowed out again, and he wiped them away hard: "Do you want to see my old dad's photo? I think I put it here..."

Chapter 479 Winter Vacation

Hagrid's father is a short wizard with black and shiny eyes like Hagrid. In the photo, he is sitting on Hagrid's shoulder and smiling happily, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Judging from the apple tree next to it, Hagrid was already seven or eight feet tall at that time, but his face was not what it is now. He was young, plump, smooth and beardless, and he looked only eleven years old.

"This was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts. Dad was so happy..." Hagrid said hoarsely, "Dad was so happy. He thought I couldn't become a wizard. You know, because I Mother……"

Harry and Ron looked at the photos carefully, looking at Hagrid's appearance when he was young. They found it very strange. Hagrid had always looked like this since they entered school.

To be honest, if he really shaved his beard one day, they might be able to recognize him.

"Oh, let's not talk about it. Of course, I have never been very good at magic..." Hagrid forced out a complicated smile, "But at least he didn't see me being expelled. He died when I was in second grade. ”

Loren and Hermione sat next to Hagrid, listening quietly to the big man's story, feeling a little suffocated.

"After my father died, it was Dumbledore who always protected me. He found me a job as a gamekeeper. He was always willing to give people a second chance and was very trusting. This is what makes him different from other headmasters... …He knows that even if a person has a bad background, he can still be successful, but some people cannot understand this and always discriminate against you because of your origin...”

"Some people even pretend to say that they are big-boned, but dare not tell the truth boldly... I am too stupid. I really shouldn't worry about that woman, I promise you."

"Big bone... Haha, I really want her to taste my big bone!" Hagrid said through gritted teeth.

"It's not all her fault, Hagrid." Hermione whispered, "With her body shape, do you think others can't see it? Think about it, she suffers the same discrimination as you."

Hagrid was stunned.

"But she resisted such discrimination and became the principal of Beauxbatons. Although I don't like her either, I must admit that this is a very remarkable achievement!"

Hermione said seriously: "The school board, parents of students, and celebrities in the French wizarding world are all staring at her. Think about it, if the fact that the principal of Beauxbatons is a hybrid giant appeared on the newspaper headlines..."

"So she must care more about her reputation and not allow any excuses to appear."

Hagrid's eyes became brighter and brighter, like a hot flame in a furnace: "You're right! Hermione, I was too reckless! Oh my God, I didn't consider her thoughts at all. This really shouldn't be done. Maybe I should go find her and apologize..."

Loren advised: "Well, I think you should calm down and think about it-"

"Think about what to say to her! You are right, Loren, I really should think about it..." Hagrid's unshaven face was full of excitement.

"..."

Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron were all silent at the same time. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Loren. This kind of Hagrid was better than the autistic Hagrid in a closed room.

Loren poured a cup of tea casually: "Hagrid, tell us about the giants."

"Oh, no problem...There haven't been giants in Britain for many years. It started with the Wizarding War..."

"Many people thought that the giants who had helped the mysterious man were judged and executed, but in fact, with Dumbledore's efforts, they survived and returned to the giant's tribe. In a mountain, but I don't know where. …”

"The leader of the giants is called Gugo. He is usually the tallest and largest member of the tribe. Only by killing the previous Gugo can he become the new Gugo."

……

Evening, Gryffindor common room.

"The origin of the runes cannot be verified. Each letter has its own unique magical meaning..."

Hermione squatted next to the coffee table, and her quill rustled across the paper, leaving neat handwriting.

Barbling's homework during the Christmas vacation was not much, even less than Loren's divination homework, so Hermione couldn't figure out why this person still had time to play with her hair from behind!

"Loren."

"..."

"Loren!"

"Ok?"

"Have you finished your divination class homework?"

"It's done." Loren patiently divided the girl's hair into three strands and braided them into braids. "We are asked to predict fortune again. There is nothing new at all."

Hermione frowned her beautiful eyebrows and looked at the small round table by the window. Ron, Lavender and Parvati were immersed in turning over the pages of "Looking at the Future through the Fog", meditating on making up the unlucky things they were about to encounter in the new semester.

Harry took the golden egg to take a shower and had no time to do his homework, which was strange.

"Why did you finish it so quickly?"

"Tsk, I borrowed a book about healing magic from the library. Just excerpt the case above." Loren opened the elastic band and wrapped it twice around the end of the braid. A pretty hairstyle was completed. .

Oops, the more I look at it, the better it gets.

Hermione's pen tip left an ink dot on the paper. She didn't know why. She knew that the Divination class homework had to be made up randomly, but thinking that Loren could finish it easily while she was still struggling to do it, she wanted to give it to her. Loren adds some chaos!

Hermione inserted the quill into the ink bottle, looked back at him, hummed and said, "I don't know how to translate this passage, please explain it to me."

Loren shrank down and slipped off the sofa, leaning next to Hermione to read the title: "First look at the main point of this paragraph..."