Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

After Hagrid spoke of his mother, the atmosphere silenced for a moment, and Ivan and Sirius anxiously exchanged their eyes.

“Hagrid, are you going to find her?” Ivan hesitated for a moment and went on to ask, “This is a good opportunity to meet your mother. You haven't seen her in a long time, have you? ”

“I don't want to see her, this has nothing to do with our mission.” Hagrid mumbled, shrugging her wide shoulders, "I don't remember her much. She wasn't a good mother, and when I was little, she left me and my father alone. ”

“But you have blood relations with her after all...”

“So what, she's a giant, and I've sworn I won't see her again!” Hagrid said, raising his voice.

“You're lying, Rupert!” Mrs. Maxim walked in with a tea tray, and just as she heard it, she looked seriously at Hagrid, "You really wanted to see your mother, and we can see that you cared about her. ”

“But she doesn't care about me, she doesn't care about my father, she probably forgot about us long ago!” Hagrid said sadly, "Orim, they're not like your parents, they weren't free to fall in love, my dad started out with her not voluntarily, she forced them, there was only hatred between them...”

Hagrid's sound is getting louder and louder, with a layer of fog in his black eyes.

“Yeah, he might have fallen in love with her later and wanted to go out and find her, but he didn't know where the giants were. My dad used to read her name before he died.” Hagrid said, tears gushed out, "and he remembered her until he died. ”

“In that case, you should have gone to her!” Mrs. Maxim walked over and handed Sirius a tea tray full of drinks, whispering, "Give him to me, the carriage goes to Dijon and calls us, we live there tonight. ”

She finished, took Hagrid back to her room and was ready to comfort him...

Ivan and Sirius continued to discuss the Giants for a while, moving on to Ravenclaw's crown and the Great Vortex.

Time gradually passed and the sky faded and the carriage arrived over Dijon.

Dijon is a small city in eastern France and has been the capital of the Burgundy region since the Middle Ages.

From the point of view of Muggles, this historic town has many well-preserved ancient buildings of great artistic value.

Besides, it is home to some of the best wines in the world.

In magic, the city is also very prestigious.

Also known as the City of Owls, it has a special magical building - the Fortress of Owls, a huge military fortress located near the valley outside the city.

Historically belonging to the Duke of Burgundy, the fortress is said to be one of his main palaces.

It's famous because it's home to countless owl ghosts.

No one knows what the dark wizards who lived there have done, and why so many owl ghosts have appeared.

More than once, the International Union of Wizards has searched this enormous black fortress, but found nothing.

Wizards walk into the castle and only see countless owl ghosts staring at you in the castle, and that feeling can drive people crazy.

Ivan had read about the Fortress of the Owl in a book earlier, describing it as an evil, colorless place, a huge castle built entirely of black granite with all sorts of weird owl statues engraved on it.

The structure of the entire castle was very strange, with no windows, and the only way to get in was through the solid gate below.

And the weirdest part is the ghosts of the owls everywhere in the castle, standing quietly all over the castle.

It is well known that only after death can a sorcerer become a ghost, preserving the memories and habits before them.

Few animals turn into ghosts, especially when there are so many in one place, it's not normal to think.

The final finding of the International Federation of Wizards is that the souls of these owls are not ghosts in the pure sense of the word; they are imprisoned here by a special black magic that prevents them from leaving the castle, and most wizards believe that this strange black magic is witchcraft or a curse from the African region.

And this wicked dark magic may not have been done, it has gone wrong during the castle, causing the souls of thousands of owls as sacrifices to remain in the castle forever...

Anyway, this enormous fortress was just abandoned outside the city, and no one would come close or enter it.

Like Hogsmeade's screaming hut, local wizards are terrified of Owl Fort.

Outside it was cast a Muggle eviction spell, and no Muggle approached the neighborhood.

If pure travel is without a mission, Ivan would like to think of that fortress and look into why so many owl ghosts suddenly appear, but not now, he better not take the initiative to cause trouble.

The carriage slowly descended and Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim walked out of the room and he looked much better now.

Hagrid had a photograph in his hand, the one he'd shown Ivan before.

There was a short wizard in the photograph, his eyes, like Hagrid's, were black, squeezed together, and he sat on Hagrid's shoulder laughing. Referring to an apple tree next to him, Hagrid was seven or eight feet tall, but his face was young, full, smooth, without a beard, and he looked at most eleven years old.

The short wizard in the photograph was Hagrid's father, the only photograph he left behind.

Prior to his life, Hagrid's father was a breeder who worked for the Magical Ministry's Department for the Protection of Magical Creatures and was primarily responsible for the care of dangerous magical creatures.

The main reason Hagrid likes those monsters is probably inherited from his father.

“How are you, Hagrid?” Ivan asked.

“I'm fine!” Hagrid waved, a little embarrassed, "I just thought of my mom, a little too excited. By the way, Orim is amazing. I never thought she would be so understanding. She convinced me that I had never seen a woman as good as her..."

The carriage landed on the ground, and by magic, the giant god charming horse had been transformed into an ordinary horse.

Dijon is a small city where the customs of the past are maintained, and Muggles are not too surprised by the sudden appearance of carriages.

More than ten minutes later, under Mrs. Maxim's control, they stopped in front of a small tavern called "Burgundy Style”.

It's a little pub run by a witch, just like a broken cauldron pub, and she's obviously been here before.