Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Today's homework is to briefly explain the basic principles and scope of application of the conversion spell. If you are more interested in this, you can also try to test it. Okay, today's class will end here.

Professor McGonagall’s words came from the podium, signalling the end of this class.

"Hermione, wait for us to go to Hagrid's cabin?" Harry reached out from the back table, pushed Hermione's chair, and asked tentatively. Hermione is now sorting the books on the desk, preparing for the afternoon class. .

As a coma spell cast by a third-grade student, Hermione's spell was not very powerful, not to mention that it was not a killing spell. After a short period of careful conditioning, she started to go to class again.

"Has Hagrid returned?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I don't know either." Ron shook his head.

"But Professor Dumbledore said so yesterday and told us to go."

"Okay, but wait for me, I have another question to ask Professor McGonagall." Hermione said happily, and then hurried to the podium.

Harry and Ron could only look at each other helplessly from their seats, they had never been keen on this aspect of things.

"Miss Granger, I don't think there is any difficulty in today's class." Professor McGonagall sullenly looked at the students in front of him. She was just about to get up, pack her teaching aids and leave, and found her. There was an extra figure in front of her and stopped in front of her.

"Professor McGonagall, I" Hermione's face flushed slightly, and she spoke in embarrassment, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"I think I know what you want to ask." Professor McGonagall's face was still cold and his tone was harsh. "Unfortunately, even if you are fully recovered now, that thing can't be returned to you."

"Why?" Hermione's face was filled with disappointment.

"The Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards of your age to use such dangerous items." Professor McGonagall shook his head. "Actually, I don't agree with it. Although it is a good thing that you like to learn, one's energy is always Limited." Professor McGonagall paused, and gently stroked Hermione's face and some curly hair with her wrinkled, withered palms, suddenly showing a gentle expression on her face.

"Child, don't force yourself, I will tell other teachers, you don't need to be so tired, and in my opinion, some classes are not necessary at all." Professor McGonagall's tone of voice has deteriorated again, obviously I thought of a teacher who didn't look right.

"Professor Trelawney's divination class I only went to once." Hermione said weakly, and then she saw Professor McGonagall showing a rare smile, and then tightened her face to make herself appear as much as possible. Not so happy.

"That's it. Come to my office when you have time and take the invisibility cloak back. I really don't know why the clothes appeared on the scene." Professor McGonagall nodded, and then left the classroom.

Looking at Professor McGonagall’s back, Hermione was a little bit stunned, but at the same time a little relieved, adjusted her mood, she walked to the seats of Harry and Ron and said with a smile: "Let’s go."

So the three of them also left the classroom, went downstairs, crossed the Quidditch Stadium, and walked towards the edge of the forest forbidden area. Hagrid's cabin was right next to the forbidden forest.

At noon, bright sunlight was spilling on the path through the gaps between the leaves. It rained last night, and the grass on both sides of the road was exuding the smell of mud and grass. The pumpkins in the land grew gratifying and yellow. The orange ones have not been managed for a long time, allowing them to grow wildly, and now they can be picked at any time.

"Look, Hagrid is at the door!" When he was still some distance away from the cabin, Ron reminded his two companions with his throat. Hermione and Harry also showed Hagrid's signature huge physique when they saw Hagrid. With a smile, he hurriedly speeded up the speed under his feet.

"Hagrid, where have you been these days?"

"We all miss you."

"I thought you were fired,

A few of them chatted at the door of the room, and Hagrid's big face hidden under his beard turned red, and he wanted to speak but couldn't talk.

"Well, kids, you can come in and talk, the sun outside is very poisonous now." A somewhat old and thick voice came from behind Hagrid.

"Professor Dumbledore!" the three whispered simultaneously.

Dumbledore came out from behind Hagrid, wearing a silver-white wizard robe, embroidered with moon and stars patterns, and looking at them with a smile.

Although his figure is taller than ordinary people, he still doesn't look enough in front of Hagrid, and it's reasonable to be blocked.

Then Dumbledore gently pushed open the door of Hagrid's cottage, and the five people crossed the threshold and entered the house.

"Sneeze!" Ron sneezed as soon as he entered the house, then his nose was red, as if he was irritated by something.

This room has been unoccupied for too long. There are pheasants hanging from the ceiling, a big bed in the corner, and of course the floor. All visible objects are covered with a thin layer of dust.

"Uh, I just came back, too. I didn't have time to clean." Hagrid looked at the room in front of him, grabbed his tousled hair, and said to them embarrassedly.

"Clean up!"

"Clean up."

Hermione Dumbledore and Dumbledore took action. The former only cleaned the surrounding area, while the latter was like a clean-up of the whole house, and it immediately became bright.

"It looks like there are still a few stools short of here," Dumbledore said, twisting his beard.

"No need, Professor." Harry said, and then a few people walked to the big bed and sat down in a tacit understanding. The quilt made of rags was nicely spread and very soft.

The few people in front were okay. When Hagrid sat on it, the entire bed shook for a few moments, making it suspect that it would break at any time.

"Where have you been these days, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"My father said he saw you at the Ministry of Magic, is it true?" Ron asked immediately.

"Harry, listen to me." Hagrid hesitated, as if he had made some determination, before he said, "I'm leaving Hogwarts."

"What?" The three of them stood up together.

"No, it's impossible." Hermione looked at Hagrid in disbelief. She had no idea that her friend was coming back to say goodbye to them this time.

"Hagrid, did that Malfoy dad make things difficult for you? Now I'll go to him to settle the bill." Ron clenched his fist and rushed out the door with his leg.

"Professor Dumbledore, you can help Hagrid, right?" Harry could only look at Dumbledore at this time, hoping for some comfort.

"No, no, no." Hagrid hurriedly shook his head, his body moved the entire bed and began to shake more violently. One hand grabbed Ron, who was about to stand up, and pressed him back to the bed to sit.

"It's not a good habit to say that someone else's father is behind, Mr. Weasley." A cold word suddenly came from outside the door, and then the small wooden door was pushed open.

"Mr. Hagrid, there is not much time left for you to reminisce about the past, please as soon as possible." Malfoy leaned against the wall casually and said urgingly.

"Okay, I will do it as soon as possible." Hagrid nodded.

Hermione looked at the indifferent Dumbledore with some panic. The only person she could count on still showed an unpredictable smile, just looking at them.

Hermione didn't know what to do now, she thought she owed him a love, no matter what his thoughts, but Lupin and Sirius were saved because of him.

No matter what his purpose was, this was true. He could not care, but he couldn't do anything that didn't happen. As for Ron and Harry, she didn't accept the statement they had cleared before.

So now she naturally bowed her head in front of Malfoy.

The questioning words that could have been spoken without hindrance just got stuck in his throat.

"Actually, I still hope that my students can get along peacefully and friendly." Dumbledore spoke while Hermione was still struggling.

"How friendly? Professor, I really can't do it." Ron said angrily. He saw Hagrid's eyes are now red, and he finally washed away the wronged Hagrid. Is it because of this kind of thing to lose again free?

"I'm sorry, because I'm also a bit responsible for this." Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed sharply under his half-moon lenses.

As soon as the voice fell, the three of them looked at Dumbledore in surprise, unbelievable.

"Listen to me!" Hagrid's loud voice suddenly resounded through the room, shaking them a little tinnitus, and their eyes turned to Hagrid who made the sound.

"Cough cough." Hagrid coughed a few times with embarrassment, then took out a small gray-black notebook from his jacket pocket and handed it to the three of Harry.

Hermione forced herself to calm down, then opened the small book and subconsciously read: "Rubber Hager, a special expert of the Department of Fantastic Beast Management and Control at the British Ministry of Magic."

A huge sense of absurdity rose from the hearts of the three at the same time. Hermione seemed to perceive something at this time. She stared at Hagrid's clothes. She hadn't noticed before, but now she found a subtle violation Sense of harmony.

The large standard clothing was put on Hagrid. It was similar to the clothes worn by the Auror of the Ministry of Magic before, but it was slightly different. Because of Hagrid’s image problem, the clothes looked very ordinary when enlarged. When a big man stands in front of people, people will always subconsciously pay attention to himself, not clothes.

The three raised their heads to look at Hagrid at the same time, and saw Hagrid looking around with a little embarrassment, rubbing his messy beard with his wide palms.

"Hagrid loves magical creatures, you all know that, and he is also very talented in communicating with magical creatures," Dumbledore looked at Harry and the three of them and said.

They nodded unanimously, and they all remembered all kinds of strange and vicious creatures that looked very obedient under Hagrid's hands, such as eagle horses, eight-eyed giant spiders and so on.

"Well, you should have heard of the dementor rebellion that happened not long ago," Dumbledore continued, and then glanced at Malfoy at the door with undetectable eyes.

"Professor, I can't think of the relationship between the two." Harry shook his head in confusion.

"This means that Azkaban's manpower is not enough. At that time, many Aurors who were going out to catch criminals were urgently transferred, so that they could barely maintain the order at the time." Dumbledore said patiently.

"Do you mean to let the magical creatures that Hagrid cultivated to guard the prisoners?" Hermione was the first to react. By now, Dumbledore's prompt had been very obvious.

"You are right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore smiled happily again, his eyes narrowed.

"I didn't expect it." Ron shook his head in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"But, why didn't he tell us before?" Harry still expressed his doubts.

"Fudge doesn't want to say that he is now degenerate to the point where he has to rely on a key keeper to maintain, so he asked Hagrid to sign a non-disclosure agreement." Dumbledore explained calmly.

"When I went to the Ministry of Magic, I really thought that I was greeted with a trial and the execution of Buckbeak." Hagrid covered his chest with his big hand and said with lingering fear.

Then Hagrid began to tell some anecdotes about his days at the Ministry of Magic.

"Hagrid, didn't you sign a non-disclosure agreement, how can you tell us this!" Hermione hurriedly reminded him, although it was too late.

"Fudge is already preparing for the handover procedure with the next Minister of Magic, and now this ordinance is no longer binding on Hagrid." Dumbledore explained.

"Then Hagrid, you don't have to leave the school by that." Ron reacted and said hurriedly.

"This is my own decision." Hagrid said, and at the same time gave Harry a look a little bitterly before explaining why.

"I actually figured it out now. I'm not suitable for being a teacher." Hagrid waved his hand, and then continued to say in frustration: "Although you all behaved very curious about this class, I know you are looking at me. I did this for reasons of reason. Some students secretly called me stupid, but I can still tell."

Hagrid said and wiped the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes.

"No, Hagrid," Hermione said quickly, but Hagrid went on.

"But it's different there. I seem to be more at ease, and there are so many cute "children" for me to take care of, you know, I even saw many endangered and extinct magical creatures." Hagrid mentioned his love Things, like opening a chatterbox, talked endlessly, and the look of joy made them a little bit happy.

But thinking that Hagrid was about to leave, their mood fell again.

"I can't bear you, Hagrid." Harry said reluctantly.

"So are we." Hermione and Ron said hastily.

"Me too, but I can't help it." Hagrid took a heavy breath, patted his head, as if thinking of something, suddenly showed a mysterious smile.

"We'll meet again soon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione," he said.

"I don't want to hear any internal secrets leaked. There is still time. If you really want to stay here, then I have no objection." Malfoy's cold voice came, interrupting the sensational scene. .

All that was exchanged was Harry and Ron's glaring glares, and they were very upset with the break-up person in front of them.

There are also old accounts. They all thought of the seven firebolts at this time, so that they had already held half of the trophy.

"Oh, Hagrid’s new job was done by Draco through his father’s suggestion to the Ministry of Magic, and I was able to match it up. I was not at school a few days ago because of this. I also need some time to cooperate with Haig. Raise those creatures that weren't very obedient at first." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, feeling the tense atmosphere.

When the voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly fell into an inexplicable embarrassment.

Harry and Ron froze on the spot as if they were hit by a petrification spell.

And Hermione was Malfoy looking at the door with complicated eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's not a good habit to take things out of context. It makes me look like a helpful student. This doesn't match Slytherin's character." Malfoy shrugged meaninglessly.

"Being able to help others while gaining benefits is equally commendable." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy, his eyes flickering, and said meaningfully.