Harry Potter's Bastard

Hagrid was depressed, as he had been since the ball. The failed communication with Madame Maxime left him somewhat disheartened. Hagrid's mind may not have been very bright, but when he was willing to use his brain, he could still recall what Madame Maxim's performance meant.

Self-deception, hypocrisy, evasion...... That's all Hagrid has to say about Madame Maxim now. If a man is not willing to admit his own blood, and is not willing to face up to his own blood, can such a person be an honest person? Hagrid's last good impression of Madame Maxim was also exhausted.

There was a gloomy and sad atmosphere outside Hagrid's hut, which Harry noticed when the others came over. Hagrid's pumpkin patch looked like it was no longer in order, and there were few pieces of wood piled up on the wall to make a fire, so it seemed clear that Hagrid had locked himself in the hut all this time.

"Hagrid, open the door! We know you're in there!" Hermione went up and banged hard on the door, "We don't care if your mother is a giant or not! Hagrid! Skeeter's nasty woman, you can't let her get away with it! Hagrid, come out of here, you're not in—"

The door opened. Hermione had just said "You should-" and snapped again, as she realized that it wasn't Hagrid who was facing her, but Dumbledore.

"Oh—Headmaster—" Hermione was a little overwhelmed.

"Good afternoon. Dumbledore said pleasantly, smiling and looking down at them.

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

"Ah, I've guessed," said Dumbledore, his eyes shining with a witty light, "why don't you come in?"

As soon as Harry and the others stepped into Hagrid's hut, Tooth lunged at Harry. Hagrid sat at the table with two large teacups in front of him. He looked very embarrassed. His face was spotted, his eyes were red and swollen, and he went to the other extreme when it came to hair: he no longer tried to get his hair neat, and they were now a bunch of tangled wires.

"Hello, Hagrid. Harry said.

Hagrid looked up. "Good. He said in a very hoarse voice.

"Let's have some more tea. Dumbledore said, closing the door behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione, pulling out his wand and fiddling with it, and a spinning tea tray and a plate of cake immediately appeared in the air. Dumbledore magically caused the teatray to fall on the table, and everyone sat down. After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, did you hear Miss Granger shouting those words?"

Hermione's face was slightly red, and Dumbledore smiled at her and continued, "Judging from the way they tried to break through the door just now, it seems that Hermione, Harry, and Ron are still willing to make you a friend. "

Of course we'd like to be friends with you!" Harry looked at Hagrid and said, "Do you think that Skeeter slut—I'm sorry, Professor?" He said quickly, turning his eyes to Dumbledore.

"I was deaf for a moment, I didn't hear what you were saying, Harry. Dumbledore said. He fiddled with the ring on his finger and stared at the ceiling.

"Uh-well," Harry said nervously, "I mean—Hagrid, how do you think we're going to care about that—woman—writes?"

"That's right! the stuff she's written is worthless!" Hermione said, waving her fist, "Nobody cares about that." "

"My father said that Skeeter woman only spreads rumors! Look at the summer newspapers, what happened in the World Cup she dared to spread rumors in front of the Ministry of Magic, saying that hundreds of corpses were carried out of the scene...... Normal people wouldn't believe the nonsense she made up. Ron also persuaded Hagrid.

"Hagrid, this is a testament to what I just said. Dumbledore said, still looking intently at the ceiling, "I've shown you countless letters from parents who themselves went to school here and were impressed with you. They said to me very firmly, if I fired you, they would not give up—"

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

"Honestly, Hagrid, if you want to wait for the support of the whole world, I'm afraid you're going to have to stay in this hut for a long time. Dumbledore said, his gaze staring sternly from behind the half-moon lenses, "Ever since I became the headmaster of this school, at least one owl has sent letters every week criticizing the way I have run the school. What do you think I should do? Shut myself in my study and refuse to talk to anyone?"

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

That's the crux of the matter – bloodline. It's actually a chain of disdain that will always exist - it doesn't matter what wizarding or Muggle identity is, as long as there is a social structure, it will always exist. Ancient pure-blood wizarding families will look down on those who are not old enough, and those who are not old enough will look down on ordinary pure-blood wizards, and these wizards will despise half-blood or Muggle-born wizards, and all wizards will discriminate against werewolves and vampires. As for the giants...... In the concept of wizards, they are not even considered "people", after all, werewolves and vampires can still live and communicate normally, and giants have the same status as goblins in the eyes of wizards. They don't even bother to discriminate—and Hagrid has this "dirty" vein in his veins.

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

"Brilliant view!" said Dumbledore, clapping his hands, "my own brother, Abfors, has been prosecuted for indiscriminate use of magic on a goat. It was all over the newspapers, but did he hide? No, not at all! He kept his head high and went his own way! Of course, I wasn't sure he could read, so he probably wasn't ......bold."

Hagrid choked up. Many tears rolled down his cheeks and seeped into his unkempt beard.

"I hope to see you giving lessons to your students in good spirits when school starts. Dumbledore stood up, "I don't accept your resignation, you come to the Great Hall at half-past eight and have breakfast with me." Don't find excuses. "

Dumbledore walked to the door, bent down and touched the dog's head.

"Oh yes, Harry, do you have time tonight?" Dumbledore looked back at Harry, "I wish you could come to the Headmaster's office tonight, the password is 'lemonade', so- have a nice day." "