Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 209 Hagrid: Potter, Confinement!

He cried as hard as he did the night at the Yule Ball.

"Harry," Hagrid muttered, "I, I can't"

"You can't drink any more." Harry pressed his arm that was about to grab another bottle of wine. "Cry, just cry a few more times."

Hagrid cried even harder.

After a while, his sobbing gradually subsided, and the other guests in the three brooms who were about to drink for a while were scared away by his crying.

Mrs. Rosmerta moved a stool silently and sat quietly aside.

Based on her experience as a proprietress for more than 30 years, this will be a good time to eat melons.

"Harry, I'm hated by Ms. Maxim." Hagrid covered his face in great pain.

Mrs. Rosmerta took out the washed prunes.

Harry waved his wand, and a few prunes flew into his hand: "Did you get along well before? Even if the confession fails, it shouldn't be."

"No, not only the confession failed." Hagrid sobbed, "Harry, do you still remember what you said when we first met?"

"That's it."

Without Hagrid's reminder, Harry repeated: "Is Hogwarts a school that accepts non-human races?"

Hagrid nodded heavily, drooping more with each nod.

"Harry, I, I actually lied to you." Hagrid sighed and thumped the table.

Rosmerta trembled in fright, but he didn't feel distressed. Anyway, Hagrid, who smashed the rich and powerful, could afford to pay for it.

"You are a half-blood giant." Harry said blankly.

Hagrid was surprised, and raised his head suddenly: "When did you, others have already."

"First grade, I've known since first grade." Harry said softly.

Hagrid was even more surprised.

"You know, I'm not a person who trusts people easily." Harry explained simply, "I paid attention to giants when I was reading about Fantastic Beasts in the first grade."

"Hermione should also know that there are some senior students, especially your favorite ones."

Hagrid stared: "You mean Diggory and the others?"

Harry nodded.

Hagrid liked Harry a lot, but it was friend to friend, not professor to student, and of the group of students he liked nothing more than Cedric Diggory.

Just as mischievous Gryffindors are good at Transfiguration, kitchen-loving Hufflepuffs are good at magical creatures—herbs or magical animals.

Digory was gifted in this regard.

Like Harry, he can always intuitively guess what Hagrid means, and he takes everything Hagrid said in class seriously—except for silly things like "ah, look how cute these thestrals are" .

Aside from the professor, there are only four people in Hogwarts who recognize Hagrid as the "Master of Fantastic Beasts". Except for Harry and his three little ones, the rest is Cedric.

"But Digory respects me a lot, he probably doesn't know." Hagrid shook his head, unwilling to believe it.

"He knows." Harry interrupted him, "Do you think we should dislike you because we know you're a half-giant?"

Rosmerta gnawed on a prune, eyes staring.

"Who isn't a freak?" Harry smiled slightly.

The question he asked in first grade.

Now he has an answer.

Hogwarts is an inclusive school. It does not reject any studious students. Werewolves, half-blood giants, demon hunters, these "freaks" who are very different from normal humans, even bald mushrooms will be tolerated. .

Hagrid didn't know what to say, and sat stupidly, looking straight at Harry.

"Don't talk about that, what happened between you and Ms. Maxim?" Harry waved his wand, and the prunes on the table disappeared, and several prunes flew over. "She seems to be a half-blood giant too."

Rosmerta listened more carefully.

Hagrid nodded: "She is, but she doesn't like her identity very much."

"I confessed to her that night, and as soon as I mentioned it to her, she lost her temper and refused to see me again."

"what should I do?"

"Professor Dumbledore helped me persuade her, but he didn't persuade her."

Harry handed over a few prunes: "Hagrid, you take the identity of a half-blood giant too seriously. It may be important, but it doesn't matter at all to you now."

Hagrid tilted his head, holding the prunes carefully, for fear that a little force might burst them.

He didn't understand Harry's words.

Why doesn't it matter now?
When I was still studying, I was often ridiculed for being "big". Even now, this kind of ridicule has only become smaller and has not completely disappeared.

"When you had nothing, you only had the title of Half-Blood Giant." Harry patiently explained, "But now you have many things that are more precious than Half-Blood Giant."

Hagrid hesitated: "You mean the professorship at Hogwarts. It's just that Professor Dumbledore pity Silvanos, so let me be a half-blood giant with thicker skin."

Harry cut him off again: "No, it's not."

"Hagrid, you are the Master of Fantastic Beasts, and it is because of your abilities that Digory respects you."

"Me? Master of Fantastic Beasts?" Hagrid pointed at himself, his expression and tone were extremely exaggerated, as if he heard some great joke, his expression was distorted to an unbelievable degree.

Harry nodded, "Yes, you are."

"How could I!" Hagrid immediately shook his head in denial.

Could a half-giant expelled from Hogwarts in third year be a Master of Fantastic Beasts?

One more joke in the Daily Prophet.

"I remember that the person you admire most is Professor Dumbledore?" Harry raised his hand and rubbed his head in pain.

Hagrid nodded.

Harry sighed: "Stay away from Professor Dumbledore in the future, you are already a little confused, and you will be even more confused if you stay with him for a long time and get infected by his brain."

Hagrid didn't hear the yin and yang, he was very simple, and asked worriedly: "Professor Dumbledore is sick?"

Rosmerta covered his face.

To be honest, Hagrid's performance was really hard to convince her.

"No, he's not sick." Harry said more bluntly, "For the next six months, you are not allowed to speak a word with Professor Dumbledore, and you are not allowed to stay together for more than 3 minutes."

"I'll explain why to you and Dumbledore."

"Learn with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout."

Hagrid shivered: "Harry, Professor Sprout is fine, but Professor McGonagall"

Even though he is still a professor now, the person he fears most in Hogwarts is still Professor McGonagall.

"If you don't want to contact Professor McGonagall, you can talk to Professor Snape more." Harry said blankly.

Hagrid immediately responded: "Of course, no problem, I will try my best to become a reliable professor like Professor McGonagall."

"If you still don't believe that you are a master of magical beasts, you can write to Mr. Scamander for advice." Harry continued, "I remember that you are friends, Norbert is still with him, and he will give you the answer .”

Hagrid nodded, writing down the words carefully and carefully.

"And, the most important thing." Harry tapped the table lightly, "Professor Hagrid can give me and Hermione a confinement."

"Why should I confine you?" Hagrid was surprised. "You are all very good students, and Hogwarts does not prohibit love. If you want to date"

"No, not a date," interrupted Harry, "a tutoring session for you."

"Me? Tuition?" Hagrid found it ridiculous.

"Let you learn how to speak human language." Harry said with a bit of resentment in his tone, "Your class is very good, very good, but sometimes ordinary people can't understand what you say."

"Even Hermione had to translate for her after class."

"I'm pretty sure I speak English," Hagrid vowed.

"Hmm, but not precise enough, you need more vocabulary and a better understanding of grammar." Harry emphasized his tone.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who was eating melons, nodded: "I agree with Mr. Potter, we are old friends, but sometimes it is still difficult for me to understand your words."

Hagrid scratched his head: "Is my English really that bad?"

"Both Crookshanks and Hedwig are stronger than you." Harry affirmed without hesitation.

Hagrid squeezed the prune in his hand, and the juice splashed all over his beard: "They're cats! Oh, a half-breed cat and an owl."

"But they can make others understand what they want to express." Harry calmed down, swiped his wand, and wiped the juice from his face.

Hagrid sighed: "Okay, but these can make Ms. Maxim."

"Don't worry, Hermione and I will help you." Harry comforted him. "When the time comes, you will publish a few papers, especially your idea of ​​hybridizing Blast-tailed snails, and become a recognized master of magical beasts."

"When the time comes to find Ms. Maxim with the paper, tell her that identity is not important, but ability is important, and she will definitely look at you with admiration."

Hagrid pointed at himself, his expression becoming ridiculous again: "Me, paper?"

"Harry, stop kidding, how could I write a thesis, it has to be Professor McGonagall"

"No kidding," interrupted Harry. "You have to believe in yourself."

"Hagrid, to be honest, you are very capable, but you are a little naive and innocent. You don't realize what kind of character you are. Take courage."

Hagrid hesitated: "I really can?"

Harry nodded.

Rosmerta put the fruit basket aside: "Hagrid, if you become a master of magical beasts, I'll treat you to a glass of the most expensive dragon's blood whiskey."

He took a deep breath, challenged something in the void, and nodded heavily.

Wait for Monday.

Jaw-dropping news came that Professor Hagrid, who was the least like a professor, actually locked up students, and he was the three best students in the fourth grade—Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Every Tuesday afternoon until the end of the school year.

No one thought it would be extracurricular tutoring.

Professor Hagrid doesn't look like he has the ability.

Only Cedric is envious, and he wants to too!It's sad that being a Hufflepuff doesn't get the attention of the Care of Fantastic Creatures professor.

　Uh~ 6K today, and try to keep the bottom 8K tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)