Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 286 Stubborn Harry Doesn't Want to Accept Cedric!

Hagrid's hair had gone to the other extreme this time, he hadn't tried to keep it tidy anymore, it was now a tangle of wires.

From the extremes of neatness to the extremes of chaos.

It was hard for Hera to say which was worse, but neither of them approved of Hagrid's hairstyle.

"Hello, Hagrid," said Hera.

Hagrid looked up.

"Okay." He said in a very hoarse voice.

"Have some tea." Dumbledore said, gently closed the door, took out his wand and fiddled with it lightly, a rotating tea tray and a plate of cakes appeared in the air immediately.Dumbledore used magic to make the tea tray fall on the table. Hera sat down and was silent for a moment. Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, I think you still have many good friends. I seem to have heard the footsteps of your other friends."

Sure enough, as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a loud knock on the door. Hera was taken aback, but Hagrid still looked depressed.

"Hagrid, that's enough! We know you're in there! Nobody cares that your mother's a giant, Hagrid! That nasty woman, Skeeter, you can't let her get away! Come out, Hagrid, you're not—"

Hera could tell that it was Hermione's voice, but she was interrupted before she finished speaking, because Dumbledore stood up and opened the door for her.

Not just Hermione, but Harry and Ron too, and Hera greeted them and got up to let them in.As soon as Harry entered the door, Fang immediately abandoned Hera and threw himself on Harry's body. It seemed that it had an indescribable preference for ears, and it jumped directly to lick Harry's ears.

Dumbledore continued to fiddle with his wand, and everyone stopped. After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, did you hear what Hera and Miss Granger were shouting?"

Hera noticed that Hermione's face was slightly red, and Dumbledore smiled at her, obviously not paying attention, and continued, "From the way they wanted to break in just now, it seems that they are still willing to make you a friend."

"Of course we'd still like to make friends with you!" said Harry, looking at his friend. "Don't you think that Skeeter's cow—sorry, Professor," he said quickly, turning his eyes to Dumbledore.

"I was temporarily deaf and didn't hear what you were saying, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.

But Hera quietly gave him a thumbs up. That woman in Skeeter was indeed like a cow, which seemed to give Harry the courage to continue talking.

"Well, well," said Harry awkwardly, "I mean - Hagrid, how do you think we care what that - woman - writes?"

Two round tears trickled from Hagrid's dark eyes and slowly seeped into his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, in fact, I don't think your identity is something difficult to reveal." Hera said, "Because it's hard for you to hide your identity. I dare say that many people have already guessed that you are—"

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore abruptly interrupted Hera's words, and everyone present believed that Hera's words would only make Hagrid's mood worse, but this seemed reasonable to Hera. "This just proves what I said just now. I showed you letters from countless parents. They had studied here and they had a deep impression on you. They told me very firmly that if I expelled you, they would never let it go—"

"Not everyone," said Hagrid hoarsely, "not everyone wants me to stay."

"To be honest, I don't think that's possible. After all, you're not a Galleon, so you can't be loved by everyone. Besides, there are people who don't like Galleons, right, Harry?" Hera said. He was very open about this, and he never tried to win the favor of others—he only needed the necessary trust.

"You're quite right, Hagrid, if you want to wait for the support of the whole world, you're going to have to stay in this hut for a long time," said Dumbledore, looking sternly from behind the half-moon lenses. "Since I've been headmaster of this school, at least one owl has come in every week criticizing the way I run the school. What do you think I should do? Shut myself in my study and refuse to talk to anyone?"

"Actually, Professor Dumbledore was impeached once, wasn't he?" Hera complained mercilessly at Dumbledore, which made him nod silently, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his light blue pupils.

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

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

If it hadn't been for Harry's sudden noise, Hera would have almost forgotten that the three little wizards were still there, but it seemed that he had said a very useful point, because Dumbledore took the conversation and started talking.

"Excellent point of view!" said Dumbledore. "My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for misusing magic on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, not at all! He held his head high and went about his own way! Of course, I can't be sure he can read, so maybe he's not brave."

Hera nodded approvingly. In fact, he had long wanted to ask, did Aberforth not know how to read?Because the Hog's Head has never had a decent menu until now.

"Come back to your lessons, Hagrid," said Hermione softly. "Please come back, we really miss you."

Hera took a deep breath, watched Hagrid suppress his sobs, and many tears rolled down his cheeks. He knew in his heart that his plan to sell Hagrid to Greece seemed to be completely ruined. He had already been persuaded by Dumbledore, Harry and others.

Dumbledore stood up. "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 to have breakfast with me at 08:30, and you can't make excuses. Good afternoon, everyone."

Dumbledore walked towards the door, stopped only to bend over and scratch Fang's ear, and left the cabin.When the door closed behind him, Hagrid buried his face in his hands as big as the lid of a dustbin and wept bitterly.Hermione kept patting her arm, and Hera comforted him from time to time.

"Hagrid, it doesn't matter if you really don't want to go back to Hogwarts, don't worry, we are best friends, and I will definitely find a job for you."

Harry glanced at Hera unexpectedly, as if he didn't expect that he would find a way out for Hagrid so quickly, he really wanted to shut Hera's mouth, what if Hagrid really hesitated?
But fortunately, Hagrid finally raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said, "What a man! Dumbledore is a man."

He was so focused on crying just now that he didn't pay any attention to what Hera said.
"Yeah, he's great," said Ron, very out of place. "Can I have a piece of cake, Hagrid?"

"Just eat it." Hera glanced at Ron in disgust, and he directly answered this boring question for Hagrid.

Hagrid wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and heaved a long sigh, "Well, of course, he's right—you're all right. I'm so stupid for doing this, and my daddy's going to blush for me." The tears came again, and he wiped them away vigorously, then said, "I haven't shown you a picture of my daddy yet, have I? Here."

Hagrid stood up and went to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a photo. It showed a short wizard with the same dark eyes as Hagrid's, squinting into slits.

Only Hera didn't think that this would be Hagrid's real father. He would rather believe that his giant mother left him in the suburbs, and then this kind wizard adopted Hagrid.

Because just like the picture saved in the photo, Hagrid's father is sitting on Hagrid's shoulder and laughing happily. Judging from the apple tree next to him, Hagrid is seven or eight feet tall, but his face is very young, plump, smooth, and has no beard—he looks like he is 11 years old at most.

But his father looked like a dwarf, and it was hard to believe that he would marry a giantess to give birth to Hagrid-not even a wizard could bridge such a gap.

"This was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts," said Hagrid hoarsely, which also made Hera realize that he shouldn't be saying what he really thought at this time. "Dad was so happy. He thought I wasn't going to be a wizard, you know, because of my mother. Well, let's not talk about it. Of course, I've never been very good at magic. But at least he didn't see me and expelled him. He died, understand? When I was in the second grade."

"Relax, this is good news for his old man, at least when he left, you were still a good boy who made him proud." Hera patted Hagrid on the back, trying to comfort him,
"Thank you. If he saw me expelled from Hogwarts, he would be very sad." Hagrid said with a sob, although others could not understand their brain circuits at all, "Dumbledore has been protecting me since my father died. He found me a job as a gamekeeper. He trusted others. He always gave people second chances. This is what makes him different from other headmasters, understand? As long as someone has talent, Dumbledore accepts him to Hogwarts. He knows that even if a person comes from a bad background , it will be promising."

After Hagrid's long talk, he was still flattering Dumbledore. It is conceivable how much he was grateful to Professor Dumbledore, which also made Hera almost cut off her plan to abduct Hagrid to Greece.

They stayed until evening before leaving Hagrid's cabin.Walking in the grass, on the way towards the castle, Hera patted Harry on the shoulder lightly, and he slowed down a little so that they could have a chance to whisper.

"Have you got a clue? The golden egg."

"Not yet," Harry said, and only then did he realize that the time for the second project was getting closer and closer, and he had wasted an afternoon on Hagrid.

"Does your golden egg scream when you open it?" Hera lowered her voice, scanning the venue carefully to make sure no one could overhear their conversation.

"Yeah," said Harry.

Only then did Hera feel relieved, he was worried that the clues hidden in each warrior were different, even though the contents of the items were the same.Since it's all screams, it's easy to handle, as long as he reminds him to put it into the water, it's enough.

"I thought maybe I should take a shower." Harry blinked, he just felt that this scene was familiar, and he suddenly remembered that just a few days ago, Cedric told him that too.

"No, take a bath, and then—um—take the golden egg—and then—um—deliberate in hot water." Hera was basically sure that Harry already knew the content of the second project, so she simply stopped worrying about him, presumably Little Barty would pave the way for Harry.

They parted in the hallway, and Hera turned and went back to his office. He just had to wait quietly for the success of the second project.As for how Harry can survive underwater for an hour, that's Barty Jr.'s task.

Even if he asked Harry to use the Flying Charm to summon a set of Muggle diving equipment, it's not impossible at all. After all, the rules are used to exploit loopholes. Didn't Harry also summon his Firebolt in the first project?

In fact, after parting ways with Hera, Harry almost wanted to slap himself for why did he answer Hera with the riddle Cedric had told him?
Obviously Hera just wanted to give him a hint!

He actually refused abruptly. What can we do? Is it really necessary to use Cedric's method?These thoughts flashed through Harry's mind, and it distressed him greatly.

Harry finally gave up, he gave in, he let go of his arrogance, and thought about whether following Cedric's advice would work, and if he didn't try to discover the secret of the golden egg, he would have no time for a second project.

That elusive golden egg weighed more heavily on Harry's mind than ever.

Harry had no idea how long he would have to take this bath to solve the mystery of the golden egg, but who gave him the invisibility cloak, as long as he was careful not to be caught by Filch or other professors on night watch patrol, he could naturally take as long as he wanted.

He even accepted Cedric's favor to use the prefect's bathroom anyway.Few people had access to the prefect's bathroom, so he was much less likely to be disturbed.

Harry was much annoyed that if he had hidden the Marauder's Map well last year before Hera confiscated it, he would have been safer coming out at night.

(End of this chapter)