[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

After several consecutive rains, the temperature gradually dropped, and Harry and the others needed to put on a thin sweater under their school uniform.

Several students had already started to catch a cold and cough due to the change of weather. Madam Pomfrey's anti-cold medicine was in short supply. Filch also began to add thick straw mats to the roof of the owl's shed.

Hedwig brought Harry a note during breakfast, and it was Hagrid who asked them to come over after the protection of magical creatures class in the afternoon, "By the way."

During this period of time, the wound on Hagrid's face has almost healed, and he still refuses to tell them what he did in the summer vacation, but every time he comes out of the Forbidden Forest, Harry and the others will always find that there are some more bruises on his body. A new injury, but no matter how much he asked, he just refused to say.

Harry sometimes couldn't help wondering in horror whether he had hidden a dragon or something in the Forbidden Forest, and with Hagrid's character, it was quite possible.

After he showed the note to Ron and Hermione, they all had an "exactly so" look on their faces.

To be honest, they were happy to be with Hagrid, but not so happy that Hagrid was always introducing them to scary monster friends and had to act happy.But so what? Hagrid would be sad if they didn't go.

Sure enough, after sitting down to drink some tea, Hagrid stammered that he wanted to introduce a friend to them.Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

"I didn't want to tell you..." Hagrid covered his unshaven face with his fan-like palm, "but I think...if...he had a few more friends, maybe it wouldn't be so...oh, poor Little Gropp...he's so lonely!" As he spoke, he actually sobbed and shed tears.

"Oh, Hagrid..." Ron looked bewildered, and Hermione gently put her hand on Hagrid's arm and handed him a towel.

"Thank...thank you." Sobbing, Hagrid took the towel that was not much smaller than the tablecloth, buried his face in it, sniffed hard, and made a sound like blowing a horn.

He raised his head with red and swollen eyes, and looked at them with wet eyes, "So, you... would you like to go and see him with me? You can talk to him... something."

Facing Hagrid like this, what else could they say to refuse?Besides, they have vaguely made some mental preparations these days.

"Glop," thought Harry, which seemed to be the dragon's name.

Perhaps they could persuade Hagrid to send it to Norbeta, the dragon that Hagrid hatched in Harry's first year (Hagrid named him Norbert) is now in Romania, and Charlie has confirmed that it is A female dragon, this kind of Grapp can just make a pair with "her".

As soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest, Harry felt chilly. The temperature here seemed to be one or two degrees lower than outside. Hagrid led them to turn left and right, and gradually came to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry looked out, the path he had come on had been covered by trees as far as he could see, and he could no longer see the castle and Hagrid's hut.

"There's always been something weird going on around here lately," Hagrid muttered as they passed a delirious, drunk-looking hippogriff, its wings half-open and waving. Walking back and forth in the woods unsteadily, stopping from time to time and shaking his head, "If you ask me, there must be a new intoxicating flower growing somewhere - this thing is always inexhaustible."

Hagrid's stride was long, and Harry and the others stumbled after him.

"Hagrid, how far is it?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Oh, come on, it's just ahead," Hagrid said loudly over his shoulder.

"Hagrid..." Harry suddenly heard a clear sound of footsteps coming from the left.

Hagrid heard it too. He vigilantly held the giant wooden bow in his hand and walked towards the bush that made the sound.

"Who's there?"

"Do you want to greet me with a bow and arrow, Hagrid?" A sad voice sounded, and a figure appeared from behind the bushes.

His upper body was a handsome human figure, perfectly combined with a white horse from the waist down, he stepped out and stood in front of them.

"Hi, Firenze," they greeted him.

They had seen this centaur before, and he had saved Harry's life in the Forbidden Forest five years ago.

"Hello." He responded in a low voice, adding, "Students shouldn't be here."

"Uh...I know," Hagrid was a little embarrassed, "I just took them to see...well...I'll take them out right away. Actually...there's no danger, I'm here."

"Recently," the centaur continued, "the trend of the stars has changed. It's not very safe in the Forbidden Forest."

"Ah, yes. Do you see where that thing grows? I've got to go and cut it off—that drunken flower."

Firenze didn't respond, he looked up at the sky for a while, and finally said: "Mars is very bright."

"Okay, okay," said Hagrid impatiently, "then we'll go first, if you have nothing else to do."

"Okay, goodbye. By the way, a piece of advice," Firenze said sadly, "your efforts will be in vain, and that will not work."

"Thank you very much, then," replied Hagrid angrily.

They moved away, and Harry hurried a few paces after Hagrid.

"Hagrid? I remember hearing Firenze say in the first grade that Mars is bright or something. Could it be..."

"Yeah, centaurs always say that, they don't care about anything but the stars in the sky. The divination thing... Merlin's pants..." Hagrid shook his head, unwilling to comment, "The Forbidden Forest is so Well, what the centaurs know is the area they live in. Even Hogwarts decided to build a school here because the masters first discovered this dense forest and the many magical creatures in it. In such an ancient place, anything is possible.”

"Really?" Harry was intrigued. "I never knew!"

"Oh yes," replied Hermione, "I read in Hogwarts, A History that Ravenclaw dreamed that a warthog led her to a cliff near a lake. On the lake, there is an endless lush forest behind the lake, she found this place after waking up, and established Hogwarts together with the other three founders."

Hagrid smiled appreciatively at Hermione, "Our little Hermione is always so knowledgeable, isn't she?"

Hermione smiled sheepishly.

"Ah... here we are."

Hagrid motioned for them to walk softly, and looked through the sparse tree trunks into the open space ahead, and Harry heard Hermione gasp.