[HP] Give me back my body

Harry's face was terribly gloomy. He felt that the reason why Skeeter treated Hagrid like that was related to Hagrid's reluctance to disclose his information, which made him feel guilty.

Frowning worriedly, Ron followed Harry.Harry was walking fast, and the two of them had to quicken their pace as they followed.

Through the gate, which was guarded by winged boars on both sides, Harry walked in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

Draco paused, "Where are you going?"

"Talk to Hagrid." Harry turned his head and said angrily, "Hagrid can't hide like this anymore, and he didn't do anything wrong? He has to face himself bravely and let Skeeter see, No one will care about her nonsense!"

Draco followed at the end. He shrank his neck and stared at the small house in the distance.

Hagrid was of the blood of giants—violent, bloodthirsty giants, who knew what they could do with their emotional instability?He could smash all three of them to pieces with one fist.

Although Hagrid is much more miniature than an orthodox giant, Draco has no doubts about his attack power, maybe he is suppressing his bloodthirsty instinct by not coming out recently!

The more Draco thought about it, the more frightened he was, and he almost saw a hideous face and a huge body when the door opened.

He felt his legs were a little weak.

"Hermione, you're walking too slowly, hurry up and keep up." Ron turned his head and shouted, Harry had already stopped at the door, knocking on the door panel hard.

"Bang bang bang."

The wooden door made a loud noise, like knocking on Draco's heart.Stop knocking, don't provoke him, Draco screamed inwardly.

"Hagrid, that's enough, we know you're in there!" Harry yelled, "no one cares that your mother is a giant, you can't let Skeeter get away with it, she's a mean woman who sells stories for How do you know we don't care if you don't meet us?"

The door shook violently, and dust slid down from the crack of the door along the door panel. Harry pretended to knock down the door without knocking.

Draco took a few steps back, clutching his wand in his hand, and closed his eyes.

"You should have..."

"Squeak—" the door opened, Harry's voice was suddenly cut off, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Draco straightened his back vigilantly, opened his eyes slowly, and saw a white shadow—has Hagrid already worried about his white beard in these two days?

He opened his eyes only to realize that it was Dumbledore standing in the doorway.

"Good afternoon." Dumbledore said with a smile.

His appearance calmed down the agitated Harry. Harry swallowed and stammered, "I, let's see Hagrid."

"I think I already know," said Dumbledore briskly, stepping aside.

Harry and Ron walked quietly through the space Dumbledore made.Draco also felt much safer. Even if Hagrid suddenly went crazy, Dumbledore could subdue him.

He walked into Hagrid's room, and turned his head for a look - Dumbledore closed the door again, and he didn't intend to leave, Draco felt more at ease, and turned his head to look at the room.

He looked at the furniture that seemed too big to fit Hagrid's huge body, the dirty curtains, the tattered wooden stool, and a barking dog that jumped at Harry... Draco was slightly indifferent. Harry, who had been wrestling with his teeth and tongue, saw the huge lump at the dining table, making a loud snot-sniffing sound——Hagrid buried his face in the handkerchief and wiped his nose hard, revealing his knotted hair as hard as a thorn hair.

He raised his head, his eyes were red, his nose was red, his face was spotted, and his clothes were stained with water. He looked like an aggrieved child.

Draco thought about what Hagrid should look like, beating the table furiously, roaring angrily, tearing things apart... but he didn't expect that he would lie on the table like a little girl, holding a handkerchief and crying.

Thinking of the fear and fear on the way, Draco felt that he had been deceived.

"Hello, Hagrid," Harry whispered.

Hagrid glanced at Harry and said hoarsely, "Okay."【Note】

"Have some more tea." Dumbledore said, closing the door behind Harry, Ron and Hermione, took out his wand, fiddled with it gently, and immediately a rotating tea tray and a plate of cake appeared in the air .Dumbledore magically dropped the tea tray on the table, and everyone sat down.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, did you hear those words Harry shouted?"

Harry licked his lips in embarrassment, and Dumbledore smiled at him, and continued: "From the way they wanted to break in just now, it seems that Hermione, Harry and Ron are still willing to be friends with you."

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

"I was temporarily deaf and did not hear what you were saying, Harry," said Dumbledore.He twiddled his thumbs and stared at the ceiling.

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

Two round tears rolled down Hagrid's dark eyes and into his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, this just proves what I just said." Dumbledore said, still looking at the ceiling intently, "I showed you countless letters from parents who themselves went to school here, and they are very grateful to you. Impressed. They told me very firmly that if I fired you, they would never let it go--"

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

"Honestly, Hagrid, if you want to wait for the support of the whole world, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in this room for a long time." At this moment, he shot his eyes sternly from behind the half-moon lenses, "Since I Since I have 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? Lock myself in my study and refuse to talk to anyone?"

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

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

"Excellent point of view!" said Professor Dumbledore. "My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for indiscriminately bewitching a goat. Did you get up? No, not at all! He held his head up high, and went about his own way! Of course, I'm not sure he can read, so maybe he's not very brave..."

Although Draco didn't want to cut into their conversation, he figured he wouldn't have anything to say even if he wanted to.

He is a Malfoy, is he going to say: "Look at my dad, he has so much money, but he won't let me change the Nimbus 2001 in my hand for a Firebolt" or "My mother still gave me a firebolt when I was in fourth grade." I send candy from home"?Or you can use Granger's identity to say "You see I'm a mudblood, but I'm doing well at Hogwarts".

Draco thought more and more sideways during this touching conversation.

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

Hagrid fought back a sob.Many more tears rolled down his cheeks and seeped into his shaggy beard.

"We all want to take your class, it's very interesting." Ron said again, "Many people complain to me that the protection of magical creatures class is not exciting at all."

Draco stared at Ron with his eyes wide open. How did he say such nonsense?Didn't they say thank goodness they'd finally be free of snails?

Draco opened his mouth, glanced at Hagrid whose eyes were red and swollen but obviously brightened a lot, and exhaled, well, seeing how pitiful he is, he didn't have a brain, so he believed it so easily.

Gryffindor's trust and comfort to "friends" is really unconditional and unlimited.

It's really hard to understand.

"I do not accept your resignation report." Dumbledore stood up. "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. No excuses are allowed Shit. Good afternoon to all of you."

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.

Harry kept patting his arm until at last Hagrid looked up, his eyes were red, and he said, "What a man, Dumbledore . . . what a man . . . "

Both Harry and Ron nodded vigorously.

Hagrid said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, "Well, of course, he's right—you're all right...I'm so stupid...My daddy's going to blush for me if I do this... ..."

He reached out and took a photo frame from the side cabinet, which contained a photo of him and his father, "'Someone will lie to you because of this, don't feel ashamed forever, they can't influence you'...he was right, I You shouldn't care, I want to give that woman a good look."

"Yes, come back to class, she's not worth your troubles at all." Harry said in a melodious tone, "You have so many supporters!"

Hagrid put the bandanna back into his pocket and touched his nose: "Thank you, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, thank you for your encouragement. In fact, Malfoy also came to encourage me, and I have to thank him too. "

"What?" Draco exclaimed, "What did she do?"

Harry and Ron were also very surprised. Malfoy should be the one who wanted to drive Hagrid out, so how could he comfort Hagrid?But Hermione was so surprised, she even used him as her... although neither of them thought to correct the wording.

"He didn't do anything but wander outside. When I opened the curtains to look at him, he gave me a comforting smile—oh, I thought he was looking for trouble at the time, after all—he's a Malfoy after all, It's my fault, he didn't mean it at all - he defended me before, and I think Malfoy was fine too."

Harry and Ron put on a disgusted look.

Their expressions made Draco feel even more unhappy, what, can't Malfoy do good things?

Well, that's what Granger did, Draco put this in his diary, he had to talk to Granger about it - it just offset what he did today.

After comforting Hagrid, their conversation turned to Harry's progress.As soon as Hagrid asked Harry how his golden egg research was going, Harry's face changed - not so good, not at all clued.

But he said: "Well, it's not bad, I have an idea, and I'm going to try it today." After saying that, he decided to try it as Godry said, and he really couldn't help it.

The three of them returned to Hogwarts Castle before dinner, and after dinner, they returned to the common room.

After curfew, Harry slipped out of the common room with the golden egg, the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map.

Harry spent a thrilling night with many twists and turns, he escaped from Snape's claws safely, and now the three of them are sitting around a table in Charms class, chatting in a messy environment.

Draco swore he didn't want to hang out with Potter and Weasley, but he heard Potter's words: "I have something to tell you."

Hmm, a little curious.

"You solved the secret of the golden egg yesterday?" Ron said, "But I asked you before, and you said you had already solved it."

Harry pursed his lips and said nothing.

To Draco's left sat Potter, and to his right Weasley, whom he'd recently started talking to again.The relationship between him and Potter Weasley has been established since the first grade. It's impossible for him to hate them more every day. Does he have to hate them to a new height every day?

I don't like it.

"What I'm going to say is what I saw yesterday." Harry went on, recounting the conversation between Snape and Moody.

Ron nodded: "I still want to hear about the golden egg."

"Shut up, I want to listen." Draco interrupted Ron. His father never explicitly said anything about the Dark Lord's Death Eaters at home, but that didn't mean he didn't know, or that he didn't want to know.

Ron pursed his lips and fell silent, not wanting to spoil the relationship he and Hermione had so easily eased.

"So Moody thinks Snape threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire?" said Ron.

Draco glared at him: "He's a professor, what's the good of him doing this? It's not as good as deducting a few points from you in Potions class."

Harry frowned, Snape was definitely the most difficult person to understand, he saved him and hated him.

"The key is why Crouch sneaked into Professor Snape's office." Draco said confusedly, "Crouch hasn't appeared in public view for a long time, and he declared that he was sick, but my dad... I I heard he got into some trouble."

"Where did you hear that?" Ron's eyes widened. "Why have I never heard of it..."

"Because your ears are for decoration." Draco rolled his eyes at him.

Harry patted the soft pillow on the table, drawing their attention back: "I think—"

"Practice quickly, I have noticed you many times, don't try to fish in troubled waters, I will check later." Professor Flitwick said to them.

The three of them immediately picked up their wands and cast the "expulsion spell" on the pillow.

While practicing and chatting, the content was different from the previous one. They began to discuss the clues of the golden egg—actually, it was almost the same as what Harry thought, and they should get something from the Black Lake.

But the key is how to stay underwater for that long.

It was February 2rd that Draco could actually meet Hermione again. Before that, he was forced to spend time in the library with Harry and Ron to find a solution—but unfortunately, there was no suitable method at all.

During a chance encounter in the hallway, Draco had told Hermione about Potter's second project, and she seemed to be helping too - so the three of them often ran into Malfoy alone when they were in the library.

"I didn't find anything useful either. Compared to this, I doubt you are willing to help Harry."

"Oh, he begged me pitifully, and I'm not hard-hearted." Draco raised his chin and said proudly, "I have to go back to the lounge to help him later."

"He wanted me," said Hermione, without looking up. "You've adjusted well."

Draco flipped through the pages of the book in his hand: "I am you now, what's the difference."

Draco had just talked to Hermione about the quarrel in the Three Broomsticks (Hermione said she didn't like Skeeter, and she didn't care at all), and hadn't criticized her for going to Hagrid without authorization.

"Hermione Granger."

Suddenly there was a voice behind them, and they turned their heads to see an unfamiliar face, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione never came back, and Harry and Ron were about to break their hands flipping through the book, but there was still no gain.

Harry sneaked into the library at night, and didn't stop looking for a way all night. He almost lost hope, and finally couldn't resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep leaning against the bookshelf.

He was woken up by Dobby. When he woke up, it was already bright outside the window, and the game was about to start.

"I can only abstain." Harry said desperately.

Dobby waved his arm and stuffed the contents under Harry's nose: "This, Mr. Potter, eat this, he can let you breathe underwater."

It was a mass of countless slippery, gray-green mouse tails, which looked slippery and disgusting.

Harry took it into his hand: "What is this, and where did you find it?"

"I heard Professor Moody chatting with Professor McGonagall. I want to help Mr. Potter. This is Gillweed, sir."

"Thank you, Dobby, it's almost too late." Harry stuffed it into his pocket. "Goodbye, I'm leaving."

He hurried out of the library.

Until Harry had gills, breathed water, and thought he was dreaming - he had been helped just a few minutes before the race, and now he was racing.

He swims more and more freely, as if he were a fish himself.

The underwater scene emerged suddenly from the darkness ahead: jungles of rippling, tangled black weeds, expanses of flat sand strewn with shiny pebbles.He swam deeper and deeper, toward the middle of the lake.His eyes were wide open, looking through the gray, treacherous water of the lake, looking at the shadows in the distance, where the water was gray and hazy.

Harry didn't know how long he'd been swimming, or how deep he'd been, but he forced himself to speed up—only an hour, or the "treasure" would be gone.

Suddenly, many rough stone dwellings appeared in the surroundings, covered with algae, and he also saw creatures holding spears—they were mermaids, they looked fierce, like gray underwater ghosts.

Harry speeded up, passing through these houses, and saw a huge stone statue of a mermaid standing in the middle of the mermaid village, with four people tied to the mermaid's tail.

Harry moved closer to them.

Between Hermione and Cho Chang was a strange little girl who looked no more than eight years old—her bushy silver hair made Harry immediately conclude that she was Fleur Delacour's sister. Asleep, bubbling constantly.Turning another angle, Harry saw the last person, almost gulping down a mouthful of lake water—Draco Malfoy, with his eyes tightly closed, was floating quietly in the water, his pale blond hair in the water swinging.

Harry froze.

Whose treasure is he?

The author has something to say: [Note] Here is the original text of what Old Dunley said, and I think it is very well written.

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