HP Magic Biography

Speaking of Hagrid, in the end Hagrid was kicked out by the Ministry of Magic. Just after Hagrid entrusted Grapp to Harry, although it didn't take long, the teaching at Hogwarts was very important to him. For Hagrid, it was still extremely difficult.

As Harry descended the last step into the hallway, he saw Malfoy, Clara, and Goyle coming out of the door to the Slytherin common room on the right.

Harry stopped immediately, and so did Malfoy and the others. The only sounds that could be heard at the moment were shouts and laughter from the playground. Malfoy looked around—Harry knew he was checking for a teacher—and then he looked at Harry and whispered, You're dead, Potter.

Harry raised his eyebrows. Interesting, he said, you figured I wouldn't run away.

Malfoy looked angrier than ever; Harry felt a pang of pleasure looking at his pale, wrath-contorted face.

You've got to pay, Malfoy said in a low voice, I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my father!

I'm scared, Harry said sarcastically, I think Lord Voldemort just warmed up compared to the three of you—what's the matter? he added, horrified by the name when they saw Malfoy Jump. Isn't he your father's friend? You shouldn't be afraid of him, should you?

How great do you think you are, Potter, said Malfoy, walking slowly forward, followed by Clara and Goyle. You wait, I'll let you know. You can't keep my father in jail—

I think I know, said Harry.

The Dementors have left Azkaban, Malfoy said softly, Father and the others will be out soon.

Yeah, I think of course they would, said Harry nonchalantly, but at least now everyone knows they're scumbags—

Malfoy hurried to draw his wand, but Harry was quicker; he drew his own just before Malfoy's fingers were in the pockets of his robes.

Potter! came a voice across the hallway. Snape appeared on the stairs leading to his office, looking at Harry. Harry felt a surge of hatred, far greater than he felt for Malfoy. No matter what Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape, never.

What are you doing, Potter? Snape's voice was as grim as usual, and he strode towards the four of them.

I'm thinking of a spell for Malfoy, sir, snapped Harry.

Snape glared at him.

Put down your wand at once, he said quickly, ten points off Gryffindor...

Snape looked at the huge scorer on the wall and smiled contemptuously. Ah, I see that there are no Gryffindor points left on the scoreboard. So, Potter, I'll just...

Add some points? Professor McGonagall limped into the castle from the stone steps, holding a tartan travel bag in one hand, leaning crookedly on the cane in the other hand, looking very good.

Professor McGonagall! Snape yelled, striding over, reaching out to grab Professor McGonagall's arm, You came out of St. Mungo's Hospital!

Yes, Professor Snape, said Professor McGonagall, taking off her traveling cloak, I'm a whole new look. You two...Kar...Goyle!

She beckoned to them proudly, and the two came over, shuffling slowly.

Take this, she shoved the duffel bag into Carla's arms and the cloak to Goyle, take them to my office.

Clara and Goyle turned away and staggered up the stairs.

Very well, then, said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the scoring machine on the wall, well, I think Potter and his friends must add fifty points each, since they warned the world of You-Know-Who's return. What do you think, Professor Snape?

What? Snape asked in surprise, and Harry thought he must have heard it clearly. Oh - well - I think so.

Then add fifty points to Potter, and the two Weasley children, Longbottom, Granger, and Al! Professor McGonagall said word by word, and a voice appeared on the Gryffindor scoring machine. A large pile of rubies crashed down. Oh, and Luna, I think, she added, the Ravenclaw's scorer had Lilan Gems spilled.

Now, I think you can take ten points off Potter, Professor Snape - as we've seen. A few rubies flew up the scoreboard, but there was still a considerable amount left behind. So, Potter, Malfoy, I think it's time for you to go out? It's such a beautiful weather outside.

Professor McGonagall spoke energetically, seeming to be very happy.

Harry didn't need to hear her say it a second time - he tucked his wand into his robes and walked straight for the front door without looking at Snape and Malfoy.

In fact, he didn't bother to look at the two of them, Slytherin came out...

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, the heat of the sun immediately surrounded him.

Harry walked across the lawn towards Hagrid's cabin.

The students on the lawn were enjoying the sun, talking to each other, some reading the Daily Prophet, some eating a snack, all looking at him as he walked by; some calling him, or Waving at him, eager to show them, as the Daily Prophet mentioned, that they consider him a hero.

Harry didn't speak to anyone, however. He didn't know how much they knew about what had happened in the past three days, but he didn't want to be asked now or ever. He thought for a moment as he knocked on Hagrid's door, but Fang came round the corner and, with great enthusiasm, rushed at him, telling Harry that Hagrid was picking beans in the garden.

That's great, Harry! Hagrid yelled happily, and Harry walked over to the fence. Come on, come on, let's have a glass of dandelion juice.

How is it? Hagrid asked, and the two sat at Hagrid's wooden table, each holding a glass of frozen juice.

Er - feeling alright? Harry looked at Hagrid's concerned expression, knowing that he wasn't asking if he was in good health. I'm fine, said Harry quickly, not wanting to discuss what was going on in Hagrid's head.

How are you?

Hiding in the mountains all the time, said Hagrid, like when Sirius was being hunted, but it's not that difficult, Dumbledore...

Hagrid stopped, cleared his throat, looked at Harry, and took several sips of juice in one go.

Anyway, I'm back at last, he said softly.

You...you look much better, said Harry, determined to move the conversation away from the Order and Dumbledore.

Really? asked Hagrid, putting up a big hand to touch his face. Oh-yes. Grawp's much better too. I've seen him three times since I got back, and he's told me the story three times. He's a nice guy, really. I think it's time to get him a girlfriend.

Harry wanted to tell Hagrid that was not the case, and that it would be a worrying thing if there were another giant living in the Black Forest, perhaps even more confused and rude than Glop.

According to Fan Lin's thinking, it is a blessing to be able to accommodate a Glop in the Forbidden Forest. If a giant is added...

It's hard to imagine what the Forbidden Forest will look like. The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest will definitely go crazy and use their not-so-sharp spears, bows and arrows to fight Hagrid?

This is very likely to happen, and, in Glop's unopened state, it is difficult to say that the normal giantess will follow him.

if so……

Forbidden Forest Breaker?

Harry couldn't help thinking that this was definitely a headache enough for all Hogwarts people, but it was worth mentioning that at least the Ministry of Magic wouldn't come to intervene, they couldn't take care of themselves now.

To deal with the consequences of deceiving other wizards for a long time, and then there is the panic caused by the return of Voldemort to the wizarding world.

And the most important point is that they need to solve the troubles caused by Voldemort as soon as possible. To be precise, they need to kill Voldemort.

But Harry didn't think the Ministry of Magic would succeed, at least...

Harry suddenly lost all strength, not even the energy to discuss the matter of finding a girlfriend for Glop.

In fact, Harry was beginning to wish he could be left alone, and this thought prompted him to gulp down some dandelion juice, down to half the glass, so he could get away quickly.

Everyone knows you're telling the truth now, Harry, said Hagrid suddenly softly. He moved closer to Harry, watching him. Isn't this much better?

Harry shrugged his shoulders, saying that it doesn't matter, at least now Harry doesn't care so much about other people's trust.

He didn't lie, Voldemort was there, and the target of the threat was everyone...

Look, said Hagrid, leaning on the table, I know you're conflicted, Harry, but Dumbledore he...

No, I'm not contradicting at all. Harry interrupted, seemingly not interested in continuing the topic with Hagrid.

No contradiction... Hagrid had a puzzled look on his face, But you're not...

Dumbledore did the right thing, it's like this, we want to get rid of Voldemort, anyone can do it...especially... Harry couldn't continue, he had already thought of using him to lure Voldemort In fact, if he were himself, he would willingly cooperate with the activities of the Order of the Phoenix, but...

Harry jumped up...

I'm going to see Fan Lin and Ron, they are still in the hospital. Harry said stiffly.

Oh, said Hagrid uneasily, then - well, Harry. Ha take care of yourself, if you -

Okay. Harry opened the door quickly and rushed out. Before Hagrid could say goodbye, Harry was already across the lawn. Everyone greeted him again. He closed his eyes, wishing they would all disappear and be alone when he opened them.

A few days ago, just before the end of the exam, he saw the vision of Voldemort left in his mind, and he would give everything, as long as the people in this magical world believed that he was telling the truth, believed that Voldemort was back, believed in him Neither lying nor crazy.

But now—he walked around the lake for a while, then sat down on the bank, hiding behind a bush to hide from people's eyes, looking at the glistening surface, thinking silently.

Maybe the reason he wanted to be alone was that after his conversation with Dumbledore, he felt cut off from everyone else. An invisible barrier separated him from the rest of the world. He was - as ever - a marked man. And he never understood what that meant.

He was sitting alone by the lake, he didn't even feel any fear, he kept repeating what Dumbledore said, Fan Lin's affirmation, and... and that person's eyes, voice...

One day, he will become like that too?

Harry felt a little cold all over his body, he could feel that state, the picture...

All of this is not without reason, although the sun is shining at the moment, people are laughing in the surrounding playground, he seems to be in two worlds with them, and there is an insurmountable distance between them, but even so, he still finds it hard to believe that he The final ending will be a murderer, or be affected by it for a lifetime.

He sat by the lake for a long time, staring at the water, trying not to think about what would become of him...

As the sun went down, he felt the cold. He stood up, walked towards the castle, touched his face with his hand, it was a little cold...

In fact, Fan Lin and Ron and others recovered and were discharged from the hospital before the end of the semester.

Fan Lin seemed to want to explain Harry, but Hermione stopped him every time he tried to bring up the matter between him and Voldemort.

In Hermione's words, although they were worried about Harry, they couldn't help Harry solve everything. Naturally, Fan Lin set his sights on the old bat, and now Sirius was watching him.

But there was one thing Harry was pretty sure of: he would be very unhappy when he returned to Number 4, Privet Drive, and miss Hogwarts terribly. It didn't make him feel any better, even though he already knew why he went back there every summer. In fact, he had never been so worried before.

Somewhat disturbed, Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of the term. She appears to have slipped out of the hospital around dinner time, trying to get out of here unnoticed. But unfortunately, she met Peeves on the way, who seized the last chance according to Fred's instructions, happily stopped her, and threw a walking stick and a box of chalk at her one after another.

Many students ran out into the hallways to see her escape, and the deans of the houses only half-heartedly tried to stop them.

In fact, Professor McGonagall made only a few faint protests before returning to her seat, regretting that she could not celebrate because Peeves had borrowed her cane.

The last dinner party of the semester came, and most of the people had already packed their luggage and went down to attend the dinner party, only Harry hadn't started yet.

Let's tidy up tomorrow! said Ron, who was waiting for Harry at the door of the dormitory. Hurry up, I'm starving.

I'll be fine soon, you go first. But when Ron closed the door and left, Harry still had no intention of speeding up. The last thing on his mind was going to a dinner party. He was worried that Dumbledore would mention himself in his speech.

He would certainly mention Voldemort's name; he would mention the past year. He took some crumpled robes from the bottom of the trunk and folded them one by one. Just then, he noticed a small package, very nicely wrapped, lying in the corner of the box.

He didn't know how it was there. He bent over the medicine, pulled it out from under his training suit, and examined it carefully.