Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() In the hunting lodge, Hagrid sat sideways on the sofa by the fireplace, staring at the copper kettle on the fire.

Behind him, a thick black travel cloak was hung on the back of the sofa, which was the same as his body, not only in tatters, but also stained everywhere.

And in the shadow behind the sofa, an oversized package that could hold two and a half Harry was laid on the ground, and there was nothing bulging inside.

On the other side of the fireplace, Hermione and Luna each occupied the last two broken wooden chairs in the cabin.

As for Harry and Ron, they sat honestly on the pile of wood used in the fireplace and on an upside-down dirty wooden barrel.

By the way, the big dog that Hagrid raised was squatting at the table behind him.It was staring at the table, while drooling gleamingly.

"Hagrid, where have you been all this time? What happened? How did you make it like this..." Harry couldn't help asking again.

The hunting lodge had been vacant for quite some time, and looking at Hagrid, it was obvious that he had just returned.Because no one has been cleaning it for a long time, a thin layer of ash has accumulated everywhere in the hut.

But now, everyone has no time to take care of these little things.

"I said, it's okay!"

Hagrid said stubbornly, picked up the umbrella leaning against the fireplace, and pointed at the fire.Suddenly, the pile of firewood burst into more flames, and licked the copper kettle on the iron shelf more and more hard.

The firewood crackled lightly, bursting out a lot of sparks, causing Hermione to move her feet out again, lest the splashing flames light her trouser legs.

"Come on, Hagrid!" Ron said, looking at him embarrassedly. "You have basically said everything in your face, so you don't need to hide it from us?"

"My face? No, isn't it all right?" Hagrid straightened up, patted his cheek vigorously, but frowned with pain, "Um...oh! I can see you again, it's really amazing. Happy... isn't it?"

"Hagrid!"

Seeing him trying to awkwardly divert the subject, Hermione widened her eyes and called him disapprovingly.

"Seriously, did you get beaten by someone? Now you look like this, as miserable as it seems!" Harry continued with a worried look, "Is it... Voldemort?"

"Don't mention that name!" Hagrid sighed vigorously, then scratched his scalp, "Okay, okay, I did have a small mistake, but it's really nothing—it will be good tomorrow, believe it Do not believe?"

"The most important thing is that this and that—well, who you know it belongs to—has nothing to do with'that person', fundamentally, completely, thoroughly—it has nothing to do with!"

After that, Hagrid waved his hand, then got up and walked to the table on the other side of the cabin.He first used his feet to push away the teeth that were squatting on the table, and then lifted the huge tea towel covering the table.

Now everyone knows, the fangs that have been making noises usually, but today they have been quietly staring at the table since they came in.

Because under the huge tea towel, there is a piece of raw meat that is bigger than a car tire.

"You didn't mean to invite us to eat that?" Ron stared at the suspicious piece of meat. "It looks like... it's poisonous?"

As Ron said, the appearance of this big piece of meat is really bad.

Although I can't tell what kind of flesh it is, just looking at the green blood-seeded section, it is estimated that no one will want to put it in their mouths.

"It's not poisonous, it was originally like this-it's dragon meat," Hagrid said. "Peruvian Fangtooth...Dragon meat is non-toxic, but I didn't plan to eat it."

While talking, he picked up the piece of dragon meat and gently pressed it on his left cheek.The dark green blood was squeezed out and flowed onto his clothes along his beard.

Immediately, he hummed comfortably.

"Um... it's more comfortable," Hagrid said with a sideways face. "Look, bloody dragon flesh has an analgesic effect-Dumbledore told me before."

"what--"

When Hagrid mentioned Dumbledore's name, everyone subconsciously avoided their eyes.Only Luna did not overreact, but showed a little regretful expression.

"What's wrong?" Hagrid said strangely. "It's true. Dumbledore has studied the use of dragon blood. In the future, if you get injured—"

When he said this, he suddenly choked and said, "Look at what I said... you better not get hurt, the pain doesn't feel very good..."

"Hagrid!"

Harry couldn't help it anymore, and couldn't help but raise his voice to interrupt Hagrid's muttering.

"Ok?"

Even Hagrid had already noticed something wrong in the atmosphere.He looked at the three dignified little lions, hesitated to stop what he said.

"Aren't you talking about dragon blood?" Hagrid asked hesitantly, "...what's the matter?"

In Hagrid's questioning gaze, Harry, who was the first to speak, opened his mouth again, only to realize that he didn't know what to say.Ron lowered his head slightly, whistling, not knowing what he was talking about.

Hermione tried to speak several times, but the words that should be said were stuck in her throat, and she was in a dilemma.

Hagrid had always regarded Dumbledore as his greatest benefactor, and all three of them knew about it.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened for the first time that year, but Voldemort, the opener, blamed Hagrid, who was still his classmate.

When Hagrid, whose parents died, was dismissed and desperate, it was Dumbledore who left him and gave him the job of hunting ground guard and key keeper.

Facing such Hagrid, how could they bear to tell the cruel facts?

But they all understood that Hagrid would know this sooner or later.Not to mention that Hagrid is at Hogwarts now, even if he never comes back outside, Dumbledore's death will soon reach his ears.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore is dead."

Just as the three of them were taking a breath and feeling bored, Luna's dreamy voice suddenly rang.

Although her voice is as soft and erratic as ever, if it is in a noisy place, it is even easy to be ignored.

But at this moment, her words were no less than a shock of thunder, which suddenly struck everyone's scalp.

"Wh...what?" Hagrid's hand that pressed the dragon meat trembled slightly, and then frowned slightly, "Miss Lovegood, you can't make a joke..."

With the heavy atmosphere just now, even if Hagrid didn't believe it at all, he felt a little more anxious in his heart.

His words fell slightly, and then there was another silence.

Hagrid looked back and forth at the faces of the four children, and the depression in his heart grew.He took away the dragon meat on his face, spread his hands in a mess, letting half of the green dragon blood drip onto his shoulders.

"Don't keep talking! Why... Is it popular among students to form a group of pranks? It was invented by the Weasley twins again..."

"It's not funny at all! I said, hello... please, give me some reaction, huh?"

"Hagrid--" Hermione raised her head abruptly, staring directly at Hagrid who was a little confused, "Luna is not joking...but...Professor Dumbledore must be for us...for Hogwar. Now... his expression is very calm..."

She talked intermittently, trying to find something to comfort Hagrid, but she never knew how to use it.After speaking incoherently for a while, she finally looked away with red eyes.

"……Sorry."

Hermione didn't know why she apologized, perhaps because of her weakness, or some other reason-she didn't know.

"This is real?"

Hagrid seemed to lose strength all over his body, his hands drooping down suddenly, and the dragon meat he had been holding in his hands fell to the ground with a snap.

"……it is true?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Harry and Ron again, only to see that they were all dejected.After taking a deep breath, tears welled up in his eyes desperately.

Yaya looked at the dragon meat on the ground, and then at Hagrid with a sad face.After a long hesitation, it still lay quietly on Hagrid's feet and gently rubbed the side of Hagrid's legs with its head.

At first Hagrid just cried silently, but then the more he cried, the more he couldn't help it, and soon he became howling.He said a lot of unintelligible things vaguely, and it seemed extremely painful.

Harry and the others were all sitting with red eyes, waiting for Hagrid silently, even Luna's mood was significantly lowered.

Probably because last night, both the professors and the Maca who arrived later put on a calm appearance in order to stabilize the situation.So much so that Hermione could even try to calm down and speculate about Dumbledore's death.

Until this moment, Hagrid's crying gave them the most real feeling.

Regardless of whether Dumbledore died in real or faked death, at least his body actually appeared in front of everyone.

When everyone recalled Dumbledore's kind face and his kind words amid Hagrid's weeping sound, the sorrow that was suppressed deep inside finally broke out.

Like heart-warming happiness, sadness is sometimes an infectious disease.Hagrid's crying infected the children without a trace, and the salty tears slipped uncontrollably.

Luna sniffed, rubbed the corner of her eye lightly with her sleeve, and looked at everyone seriously.

"I didn't cry when my mother died, because my mother doesn't like someone crying..." she said, "Only tears of joy can flow to the full. Professor Dumbledore...definitely would not want to see tears of sadness. "