Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hagrid!"

The door of the hunting lodge was knocked banging once again, and the knocker shouted loudly, with an aura of swearing to give up without letting the door open.

"Hagrid, that's enough! We know you are inside! No one cares that your mother is a giant, Hagrid! I heard, didn't Maca talk to you? Open the door—"

It was Hermione, she looked violent, and Harry and Ron were standing behind her.

Before long, the door was opened from the inside.Hermione just said, "You should have—", and suddenly stopped, because she realized that it was not Hagrid who was facing her, but the principal—Albus Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon." He said happily, looking down at them with a smile.

"We—um—we want to see Hagrid." Hermione said softly.

"Ah, I've guessed it," Dumbledore said, his eyes flashing witty. "Why don't you come in?"

"Oh... um... okay," Hermione said.

She walked into the cabin with Ron and Harry.As soon as Harry entered the door, Ya Ya suddenly rushed towards him, barking wildly, trying to lick his ears.

"Oh-Maca?" Hermione whispered in surprise and Harry quickly broke free of his extremely enthusiastic teeth.

At this moment, Maca and Hagrid were sitting at the small round table with three big teacups in front of them.

"Are you here too?" Maca nodded at them, calmly.

Maca was of course the same as usual, but Hagrid looked very embarrassed at this time.

His face was spotty, his eyes were red and swollen, and he went to the other extreme with regard to the hair problem: he no longer tried to clean up his hair, they have now completely changed back to the state of the steel ball of the past-even It could be worse.

"Hello, Maca, Hagrid." Harry said.

At this moment, Hagrid slowly raised his head.

"Good." He replied in a very hoarse voice.

"Drink some more tea." Dumbledore said, closing the door behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione, took out his wand, fiddled with it, and immediately appeared in the sky a rotating tea tray and a plate of cakes. .Dumbledore used magic to make the tea tray fall on the table, and everyone sat down.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, have you heard those words that Miss Granger shouted?"

Hermione's face was slightly red, and Dumbledore smiled at her and continued: "From the posture they just wanted to break into, Hermione, Harry, and Ron seem to be willing to make your friend."

"Of course we still want to make friends with you!" Harry looked at Hagrid and said, "Do you think that Skeeter's cow—sorry, Professor." He said quickly, looking at Dumbledore.

"I was deaf for a while and didn't hear what you were talking about, Harry." Dumbledore said.He played with two thumbs and stared at the ceiling.

"Um-well," Harry said uneasily, "I mean-Hagrid, how do you think we care about that-woman-writing?"

"Yeah! Didn't you have a good chat with Maca and us that night?" Ron also agreed.

Two round teardrops flowed from Hagrid's dark eyes and slowly penetrated into his tangled beard.

"But now I hold the position of teacher...not everyone..." Hagrid said hoarsely, "not everyone wants me to stay."

"Hagrid, are you trying to accomplish Helga Hufflepuff's unfinished goal?" Maca patted him and said relaxedly, "Are you going to unify the entire Hogwarts? Or unify the world? "

"What?" Hagrid looked at Maca blankly.

"Everyone has their own ideas, some who support you, and there will definitely be those who oppose you..." Maca said, "You can't make everyone like you, can you?"

He paused, then pointed directly at Dumbledore who was sitting across from him and said: "Look, the greatest white wizard is sitting in front of you today! But he won't receive a lot of criticism and criticism? Look at him again, he will change a sweet taste every day, and he has never been uncomfortable because of those accusations."

Dumbledore didn't look at Maca, he just smiled slightly and said, "Then I should lock myself in the study and refuse to talk to anyone? That makes no sense, does it?"

"But—you're not a hybrid giant!" Hagrid said hoarsely.

"Hagrid, see what kind of relatives I have!" Harry said angrily. "Look at the Dursleys!"

"Excellent point of view!" said Professor Dumbledore. "My brother Aberforth was sued for indiscriminately casting magic on a goat. This matter was all over the newspapers, but Aberforth hid Did he get up? No, not at all! He raised his head high and went his own way! Of course, I'm not sure that he knows words, so maybe he is not brave..."

"Your brother is more courageous than us combined, so don't cover up for him..." Maca unceremoniously opened up, "He is not like you, he always keeps things in his heart. "

"Oh—Maca, you shouldn't say that—" Harry couldn't help but persuade. "Professor Dumbledore, what happened between you? Hermione said—"

"About this--" Maca interrupted suddenly, "I made it very clear on the scene of the World Cup. I think, I don't have to repeat it, right?"

While Maca said these words, Dumbledore just dropped his eyelids and said nothing.

When Hagrid stopped tears because of this, and looked up at them both worriedly, Dumbledore suddenly stood up.

"In short, I don't accept your resignation report. Hagrid, I hope you will come back to class next Monday." He said, "You come to the auditorium for breakfast with me at 8:30. Don't find excuses. I wish you all this afternoon. it is good."

Dumbledore walked to the door, but stopped, bent over and scratched his teeth, and left the cabin.From beginning to end, he didn't even glance in Maca's direction.

"Maca, I think...you and Dumbledore must have some misunderstanding..." Hagrid wiped his red eyes, but persuaded Maca, "Dumbledore is a great People, really..."

"Yeah, he's amazing." Macca said, picking up a piece of cake from the plate Dumbledore had bought, and ate it vaguely. "Aren't you here? There is just one person here... "

"Maca..." Harry was about to say something more, but Hermione pulled his sleeve.

"Hagrid, will you come back?" she whispered to Hagrid, "come back soon, we all miss you..."

Hagrid rubbed his face and nodded: "Oh, of course... if I do this, my dad will definitely blush for me..." Tears flowed out again, and he wiped them off and said, "I I haven’t shown you my old dad’s picture yet, have I? Here..."

Hagrid stood up and walked to the closet, opened a drawer, and took out a photo. There was a short wizard on it. He had the same black eyes as Hagrid's. He was squinted into a seam. He sat on Hagrid. Smiled happily on his shoulders.

With reference to an apple tree next to him, Hagrid was seven or eight feet tall, but his face was young, full, smooth, and without a beard—he looked eleven years old at most.

"This was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts," Hagrid said hoarsely. "Dad was so happy... He thought I couldn't be a wizard, you know, because my mother... alas, Not to mention it. Of course, I haven't been very knowledgeable in magic... but at least he didn't see me being expelled..."

Hagrid talked about the past upside down and said a lot of things, until he escaped from those memories, and then looked at the four teenagers in front of him again.

"Did you know, Harry?" he said, looking up from the photo of his father, his eyes very bright, "When I first saw you, you reminded me of myself. Your parents are dead and worried. I’m not used to it at Hogwarts, remember? You don’t believe you are really capable... But now I’ll look at you again, Harry! Warrior from school!"

"And Maca, to be honest, I have never seen a child like you... When I am with you, I often forget your age! No one can be as talented as you, smart and hardworking. ..." Hagrid said again, "Others may not know it, but I saw it with my own eyes! When you practiced making potions with me, you would come almost every day, over and over again..."

"Of course, Hermione is also great, her exam results are better than Maca, and she carries books everywhere..."

He paused, and then said very solemnly: "I believe that the winners of the top three cups will definitely be produced among you, and whoever gets the top three cups will be seen by everyone-not only pure blood A wizard can do it without being ashamed of his origin."

As he said, as if thinking of something, he suddenly said: "By the way, how is your box researching?"

"Of course," Harry said, "it's already eye-catching."

Hermione couldn't bear to destroy the atmosphere, and subconsciously followed and nodded.

As for Maca, he didn't need to say, because no one would feel that he would be stumped by a box.

Lying to Hagrid felt different from lying to others.

That evening, when Harry returned to the castle with Ron and Hermione, Harry’s eyes had always been in front of him. Hagrid imagined Harry’s joyous expression on his face when he won the championship. This image fluttered in his mind. Don't go.

"Have you not figured it out yet?" Maca said strangely.

"I only know, I should find some way to replace the rune..." Hermione hesitated, "I can unlock it, but I don't know how to replace it..."

"Your thoughts are too complicated..." Maca shook his head and said, "This level is just a test of our ability to act. Look everywhere!"