Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 271 The Deceitful Hagrid
"Did you tell Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't want to make him nervous, and I don't think it's worth telling him."

"Harry, your thinking is absolutely wrong, you need to tell Dumbledore." Hera thought that she knew Harry's character very well, the more he said that, the less Harry would do it - he always went against the correct advice.

Harry frowned and nodded, and now Hera was more certain that Harry would never tell Dumbledore.

"Okay, Harry, don't worry too much about this, I think Hagrid will be willing to help you." Hera stood up, the snow-covered lawn was still a little too cool, and even though his cloak was enchanted, he was still worried about getting his hood wet.

"Hera, where are you going?" Hermione said, still nervous, she was still worried about Harry.

"I still have some things to do. Fleur just entrusted her sister to me. I'll go to the carriage to have a look." Hera explained, and then he strode away from the lawn and walked towards Hagrid's cabin - where Beauxbaton's carriage was parked.

Just walking to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, before reaching Beauxbaton's carriage, Hera dodges directly into the Forbidden Forest.

"Lord Dark Lord, Potter seems to be able to observe your movements." Hera lowered her head and said to the figure sitting on the chair.

"It's really interesting." Voldemort said in a joking tone, "It's probably the scar left by the failed death curse. That night, that stupid woman blocked my spell with her body, and I was stripped of my body. That stupid woman left in his blood."

Voldemort's words stopped abruptly, he felt that this was enough.But this has given Hera enough room to imagine.

"Hera, have you seen Karkaroff? That damned traitor." His voice suddenly became icy, sharp as if it was going to pierce the ceiling.

"Yes, he is now the headmaster of Durmstrang, and he seems to be gaining power." Hera casually played this trick for Karkaroff. While pitting Karkaroff on the side where the savior represents justice, he arranged him on the side of Voldemort, who symbolizes evil. Karkaroff, the guy with his nostrils soaring to the sky, will definitely be in bad luck!

"Voldemort will never treat his servants badly, nor will he let the bloody traitor go." Voldemort's voice was as ugly as a spatula scraping a cauldron. "Hera, when the Triwizard Tournament is over, bring him to see me. By then, I believe I must have recovered my body."

"As you wish." Hera nodded. "Then I'll go back to Hogwarts first. I've been away for too long and it's easy to cause suspicion."

"Yeah." Voldemort nodded.

When we returned to Hogwarts, the sky was already a bit groggy, and there was no trace of the sun in the iron-gray sky.Hera walked quickly towards Hagrid's cabin, he needed to help Harry convince Hagrid in advance.

"Hey, Hagrid!"

Hagrid was doing something in the fence in front of his cabin. There were many wooden boxes in the yard. Hagrid was taking them apart one by one, putting some meat in them, and dividing them into different boxes.

"What are you doing?" Hera rarely frowned so exaggeratedly. He saw a strange and disgusting creature.The creature seemed to have no head, with many feet sticking out in all directions.Each of these creatures is about six inches long and emits a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.

These were probably the worst magical creatures Hera had ever seen. They were neither as handsome as Buckbeak, nor as elegant as a rune horse, nor as mysterious as a Thestral.

"Oh, these are my new snails, how are they, cute?" said Hagrid, laughing. "They're growing very well, almost three feet long, but they're surprisingly bad-tempered. When they're put together, they always kill each other."

"Hmm." Hera's face was tense and her lips were pursed together. He tried hard for a long time but couldn't find any words to praise such a terrifying creature. "At least they grow pretty fast."

"Haha." Hagrid laughed heartily, "By the way, why did you come to me?"

It was only then that Hera remembered that he had come to find Hagrid. "I think you have seen that Harry has been chosen as a Hogwarts champion."

"There's no way he did it! Why would he put his name in the Goblet of Fire?" Hagrid shouted, waving the planks.

Hera had no choice but to take two steps closer to try to appease Hagrid, "We all know that Harry definitely didn't do this, someone must have tried to harm him."

"I knew it was so."

"As Harry's friends, are we going to watch him face the first project unprepared?" Hera asked back, his words froze Hagrid's movements, and he continued to strike while the iron was hot, "I know, you already know the content of the first project."

"But this is the task that Dumbledore entrusted to me." Hagrid seemed a little hesitant, he wavered between Dumbledore's words and Harry's life.

"Is this worth Harry's life? Are we going to watch him die?" Hera's tone was exaggerated, as if she had discovered Hagrid for the first time.

"Of course I didn't mean that. It's just me." Hagrid lowered his head, looking a little dejected, "I promised Professor Dumbledore, he trusts me so much"

"Hagrid, sometimes you don't have to tell Harry," Hera's eyes rolled. "Maybe you can just tell him a time, let him wear the invisibility cloak, and just see the content of the first item?"

"This" Hagrid raised his head, his voice was lowered, "this is not in compliance with the rules"

"Okay, then you go with your rules and guilt, I hope you won't regret it before Harry's grave." Hera took a strong dose of medicine, Hagrid's temper was a bit too soft, and he needed to be frightened when necessary.

"Oh, no!" Hagrid covered his face and almost burst into tears, he was so sad just thinking about that scene.After about a minute or so, Hagrid raised his head from his arms, "Well, Hera, you're right, I probably understand."

"Yes, that's it, the rules when riding a horse." Hera slapped Hagrid heavily on the back, making a bang.

"Hera, I'm so sorry, I thought you were trying to get the secret of the first project for Beauxbaton's warriors." Hagrid's voice was crying, and he felt sorry for doubting Hera just now.

"It's all right, Hagrid, although I work at Beauxbatons, I'd rather have the honor at Hogwarts."

(End of this chapter)