HP Shavings Wizard

Seeing that he was about to leave, Alison looked aggrieved, and even her words were tearful and spoiled. She pinched the corner of her father's robe and acted coquettishly.

"You're going to abandon me? Just to clean up the mess made by the half-giant? It was his fault in the first place!"

Dumbledore ruffled her hair and began to soothe the child once more.

"I'm sorry, Alison. But I have to go take care of this."

Putting aside the feelings about the friendship between Aragog and Hagrid, it was actually a good thing that the swarm of Acromantulas was eliminated by Alison without prior notice last night.

The Acromantula is not as difficult to breed and raise as the three-headed dog Fluffy - after Fluffy finishes guarding the trapdoor this school year, he will be sent directly to his place of origin, Greece, and many of them will be accepted by the Organization for the Protection of Magical Creatures.

The eggs of this dangerous spider, which is native to the island of Kalimantan and reproduces extremely quickly, are clearly listed as a Class A non-trade commodity by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Hagrid has been secretly breeding a large number of Acromantulas in Scotland for half a century. If he reports this to the Ministry of Magic to arrange a habitat suitable for the spiders to be relocated, the procedure will be very troublesome - if he cannot find a habitat suitable for thousands of giant spiders, it is very likely that the Ministry of Magic officials will cooperate with the professors to kill all the Acromantulas.

What Dumbledore meant by "dealing with it" was to calm Hagrid's emotions and prevent him from losing control of his emotions and causing the whole school to know that he had illegally bred a large group of man-eating 5X-level seven-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest - then Hagrid would really not be able to stay and work at Hogwarts.

Alison grumbled and complained, her face full of dissatisfaction and disgust at her father being taken advantage of.

"You said you wanted to talk to him before - because of the illegal hybridization experiment he tried to conduct privately, and now you have to clean up his mess again!"

Dumbledore actually felt somewhat embarrassed and helpless about the recent disasters that Hagrid had caused.

Hagrid really has no bad intentions and is as enthusiastic and innocent as a child who never grows up, but he really needs others to help him clean up the mess that he can't handle himself.

"Hagrid... He's not a bad guy, he's just a little impulsive sometimes and doesn't consider the consequences."

Knowing that in the original book there was a plan to have Hagrid reveal the weakness of the three-headed dog to Quirrell, Alison became deflated, loosened her grip on the corner of his robe, and just stared at her father.

"Well, there are places to recycle garbage... Then go ahead! But you have to come back soon to accompany me and teach me."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in promise.

"Of course, I promise."

As she watched her father leave the principal's office, Alison stealthily nibbled the pudding from his plate.

……

Hagrid's Hut.

This small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest has a crossbow and a pair of rubber overshoes in front of the door, and everything looks exceptionally tall.

Dumbledore walked quickly to the door and knocked.

There was a sound of nervous struggling and a few low barkings of dogs in the room, and then Hagrid's voice was heard again.

"Back off, Fang, back off."

Hagrid opened the door a crack, revealing his large face framed by a thick, shaggy, slightly curly beard and hair.

He had just woken up and had no idea that he had been drugged and had slept for a whole day. He also had no idea that Alison had killed all the giant eight-eyed spiders deep in the Forbidden Forest last night and collected all their useful parts, leaving only a pile of mutilated spider corpses.

When Hagrid saw that it was Professor Dumbledore, whom he respected the most, he pulled the collar of the big black hound and greeted him warmly to come in.

"Professor Dumbledore? Why are you here? Please come in, you are welcome!"

The cabin had only one room. There were some hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, and a large bed in the corner, covered with a quilt made of patchwork rags.

Hagrid lives a rough and simple life, and devotes almost all his enthusiasm and attention to those dangerous magical animals and furry friends.

Fang, who was completely opposite to her fierce appearance, whimpered and acted coquettishly beside the legs of the old headmaster, who was intimidating without being angry, just like Hagrid himself.

Hagrid was busy boiling water, preparing to entertain the guests with hot water and his own food, rock cakes, while Dumbledore sat down beside the bed, watching his movements quietly and choosing his words for the conversation.

"…I heard that something happened in the Forbidden Forest last night."

Hagrid, who had just woken up from a deep sleep, scratched his head.

He really knew nothing, and his memory was even limited to the day before. He was trying hard to recall what happened during the night patrol the night before.

"What's going on? I didn't hear anything."

Dumbledore stared at him.

"You've got a flock of Acromantulas, Hagrid."

Hagrid suddenly became nervous in front of the majestic elder, and his eyes avoided the old headmaster's bright and sharp gaze in panic.

"I...I know, but that's just..."

He couldn't even give a complete explanation because he never considered the consequences of such behavior being discovered.

Dumbledore did not wait for Hagrid's explanation, which he himself could not explain clearly, and continued.

"Last night, a group of students sneaked into the Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid was shocked, but also felt genuinely worried and uneasy about the giant eight-eyed spider that Professor Dumbledore had mentioned earlier.

"Students?! Then...then are they okay?!"

Dumbledore sighed.

"They're fine, but your Acromantula..."

Logically speaking, the group of huge eight-eyed giant spiders deep in the Forbidden Forest were invincible in the Forbidden Forest, but the ominous meaning in these words made Hagrid swallow nervously.

"They...what happened to them?"

Dumbledore said calmly, "Dead, Hagrid."

Hagrid's eyes widened, the emotion of disbelief coming even more and faster than sadness.

These light words from his most respected elder made him feel that he didn't have many good friends and their descendants anymore, so he subconsciously refuted them.

"Dead?! How is that possible? They...they are giant acromantula!"

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but just looked at this reckless friend who obviously knew the danger of the Acromantula.

Hagrid began to panic under this look.

"I...I...they...they won't hurt the students, they..."

Dumbledore interrupted him: "I know, Hagrid, I know you will restrain them from harming students."

Hagrid scratched his hair helplessly and looked sad.

"I...I obviously...I just want to find a companion for Aragog...it's lonely..."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and sighed helplessly.

"Hagrid, I know that Aragog is your best friend, but Acromantulas are dangerous creatures after all - Hogwarts is a school, and they may harm students."

Hagrid looked up at Dumbledore, his eyes red as he feebly defended his furry friends.

"They're not dangerous, Professor! They just...just need friends."

Dumbledore recalled how Hagrid and Newt, the lonely and innocent little ones, stubbornly protected their animal friends.

He paused, then continued gently and calmly.

"But it turns out that they are more dangerous than you can control."

"No, that's not the case, Professor, I..."

Hagrid's speech was incoherent, and he finally started to cry. His crying was ugly, because he was crying because of the real grief he heard about his good friend's death, which was completely different from Alison's beautiful but fake crying.

Dumbledore sighed inwardly, but remained calm.

"Hagrid, calm down."

Hagrid sobbed as he tried to calm down.

"Yes...yes, Professor. I will calm down."

Dumbledore looked at him and spoke earnestly. He did not tell Hagrid that it was Alison's behavior, but chose to take the responsibility himself.

"I understand your feelings, Hagrid. But I must make you understand that we can't ignore potential dangers because of personal feelings."

"As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, it is my duty to keep all students safe."

Hagrid was silent, lowering his head sadly.

Facing the most respected Professor Dumbledore, he could no longer ignore the words he didn't want to hear from the little wizards as he had done in the past, or simply drive them away violently by relying on his huge size.

Dumbledore's bright, sharp blue eyes stared at him through his half-moon glasses, and his voice was calm and gentle but unyielding.

"So, Hagrid, I must make you promise not to keep any dangerous creatures privately anymore."

Hagrid looked up, his eyes red, and stammered for a while.

"…I…I understand, Professor."

The kettle hummed as the water boiled, but Hagrid was in no mood for entertaining, and Dumbledore was in no mood to try the hard rock biscuits.

The old principal nodded, stood up to comfort him and said goodbye.

"Just get some rest, Hagrid. I'll take care of this."

Hagrid nodded with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you...thank you, Professor."