Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Hagrid has been missing for the next week.

During the meal, he did not show up at the teacher's table, and no one saw him perform his hunting duties on the grounds. Harry went to look for him several times, and he refused to show up, hiding in the cabin and pulling the curtains to his death.

Even his position was replaced by substitute teacher Professor Grappland after the start of the new semester.

Professor Grappland is an aged witch with very short gray hair and a very prominent chin.

To be honest, compared to Hagrid, her teaching skills are far too strong and she knows how to choose the right magical creatures.

Two classes on the first day of the new semester, she showed the third and fourth graders a unicorn, which is much more popular than fried tail screws.

Professor Grappland tells students a lot about unicorns, and some don't even know Ivan.

Not to mention the girls, who can touch the unicorn and kill them with excitement.

In conclusion, Professor Grappland impressed all the little wizards with his outstanding work.

She made you realize that it would have been so interesting to protect magical creatures without Malfoy and Slytherin continuing to smear, and that the only sympathy you had for Hagrid was disappearing so quickly that Professor Grappland wanted to stay.

“This is what I think of protecting magical creatures, decent animals like unicorns, not monsters!” At dinner, Lavender said to them, “I hope she stays...”

“What about Hagrid?” Harry asked angrily.

Lavender just kept saying how good Professor Grappland was, which pissed him off.

“He can still be his hunting guard, can't he?!” Lavender replied.

Noting Harry's expression, Ron hastily pulled her clothes, prompting Lavender to stop talking.

After the ball, Ron's relationship with Lavender did not end as Ivan, Harry and Hermione had expected, but became better and better.

Ron even tried to get Lavender into their little circle, but as things stand, it's hard!

They are not people at all, and there are too many differences in personality perceptions and perceptions of things.

Either Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Colin, Ginny, Gabriel and Lavender can't talk together.

“No, we have to find Hagrid!” Harry said, drop the knife and fork in his hand, "Now go and tell him we want him back... do you want him back?! ”

He couldn't help but ask Hermione, who had just praised Professor Grappland and thought she was taking a good lesson.

“I don't want to lie, but I do want Hagrid back, and of course I do!” Hermione was frightened by Harry's angry eyes and hastily added.

Harry nodded, “Then it's settled, we all go, make sure he comes out to see us..."

“I'm not going!” Lavender interjected, not noticing Harry's face, "I really don't understand why we have to let Hagrid stay, as opposed to Professor Grappland, who is simply not a qualified professor of magical creatures conservation. ”

Harry gasped and left without refuting Lavender, but without a doubt he was desperate!

Ivan and Hermione rushed up, Ron hesitated for a moment and stayed to comfort Lavender.

She seemed to be equally grieving that she had not said anything wrong.

The same is true, and she's just being honest, not taking into account Hagrid's feelings, but she doesn't seem to have much of an affair with Hagrid either.

The grounds were still covered with thick snow and cold ice, and after leaving the castle, Harry took a giant step and flew fast, almost all the way to Hagrid's cabin, where Ivan and Hermione riveted to catch up with him.

Harry was so angry the last time he faced Peter Pettigrew, knowing the truth about his parents' death.

In his mind, Hagrid has always held a very important place.

Ravind was thrilled that Ron didn't keep up with what he just said.

He doesn't listen to Ivan and Hermione now, he just wants to see Hagrid!

He's going to tell Hagrid himself that he doesn't care if he's a hybrid giant!

Five minutes later, they arrived in front of Hagrid's cabin and the curtains were still tight and solid.

Ivan knocked on the door and could hear his teeth barking low inside.

“Hagrid, it's us!” Harry shouted, walking over and slamming the door hard, "Open the door! ”

Hagrid didn't answer, they could hear teeth scratching the door, whimpering, but the door didn't open.

They knocked hard for more than 10 minutes and remained unanswered.

Ivan lay outside the window and looked inside through the gaps in the curtains, and Hagrid must be inside.

It's just, like the other times I've been here, I'm not going to see them.

But Harry wasn't going to give up, and he shouted for a while and saw Ron running from the castle panting.

He had just made Lavender run here, looking at Harry with regret, apologizing and explaining what Lavender had just said.

Ron was able to come and make Harry feel a little better, and his emotions weren't as fluctuating as they used to be.

As for what Lavender said, he never cared about it, not from start to finish!

Harry kept banging on the door and Ron knocked on a window, still no response.

“Why is he hiding from us?” Hermione said, "He doesn't think we care. He's a hybrid giant, does he? ”

“Apparently, he cares! ”

“Enough, Hagrid, we know you're in there!” Harry shouted out loud and pulled out the wand, "Come on out, nobody cares about your mother being a giant, Hagrid! Skeeter, that nasty woman, you can't let her! ”

At the end of his wand there was a red light, a loud bang, and the door to Hagrid's cabin was opened!

Hagrid watched with surprise as he broke into the crowd, sitting beside an extinguished fireplace with two bottles in front of him.

There are more empty bottles on the ground and the air smells like stinging wine.

Hagrid's appearance was very wrinkly, his face spotted, his eyes red and swollen, and he went to another extreme in terms of his hair: he was no longer trying to tidy his hair, and they now turned into a pile of entangled wires.

He wasn't even wearing the furry brown suit from the Christmas ball.

“Hello, Hagrid!” Harry said, walking in first.

“Okay!” Hagrid looked up and said in a very dull voice.