days at Hogwarts

Chapter 477 Hagrid’s Giant Bloodline

The silver frost on the surrounding walls reflects the bright light. The Weird Sisters Band is playing a slow-paced song. The wizards and witches in the venue dance with smiles on their faces. While ensuring that the dance steps are correct, they can also pay enough attention to the things in front of them. Dance partner.

Sisters Seamus, Dean and Patil had just finished dancing a song and were sitting around the round table to rest and chat.

"The spin we just made could be faster and make your skirt float up. It would be very beautiful. What do you think, Padma?"

Dean said sincerely, and suddenly felt a push on his shoulder. He turned his head impatiently: "What are you doing?"

Seamus rubbed his eyes hard, with disbelief written all over his face: "I must be drunk, Dean, can you help me see if I'm hallucinating?"

"You can get drunk even if you drink pumpkin juice..." Dean saw the group on the dance floor. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and his expression gradually became dull.

Swaying slowly to the melody, Fleur watched the red-haired boy's eyes moving around, occasionally looking at her like a frightened rabbit, his panic and shy look a bit funny.

She couldn't help but smile: "Ron, can I call you that?"

Ron nodded hastily: "Oh, yes, of course."

Loren didn't dare to look at her. There were stars in her eyes. If he looked at her again, he would go to Madam Pomfrey to see her tongue.

When passing a huge reindeer stone sculpture, a rough and familiar voice came from behind: "I understood it as soon as I saw you."

……

Loren and Hermione's lips were already a little red and swollen, and their tongues were a little numb. They were both very self-controlled people, so they stopped an addictive two-person activity.

When the music ended, the two returned to their respective positions.

"It's okay, Harry has no idea, he was just playing..." Ron subconsciously comforted him for a moment, then realized something belatedly, and his smile slowly faded.

"Yeah, who doesn't like pretty girls?"

The rose garden in the courtyard is still shining with fairy light, crystal clear and bright. The ornately decorated stone carvings separate small private spaces from the winding paths. The sound of the magic fountain is enough to cover up the rustling love words.

"Is it snowing?"

Lavender was stunned for a moment, and his eyes slowly bloomed with light.

Harry handed over a glass of butterbeer and said with a joking smile: "How does it feel to have the famous Fleur Delacour as your dance partner?"

"not cold."

But when it came to this moment, except for the gazes of a few friends such as Simoedian, which made him feel physically and mentally comfortable, the gazes of others were not comfortable, but instead felt like thorns in the back.

But Hibiscus is really beautiful!

His mind was dizzy now. He had obviously imagined similar scenes countless times before: becoming the center of attention, standing with the most beautiful girl...

"Hmm~"

"It's really not cold." Hermione said weakly with a serious look on her face.

"Oh……"

Fleur smiled brightly and started chatting about other topics, about those teasing stairs, the greasy dishes in the Hogwarts kitchen, and the cold weather here...

"Is this what you mean by not being cold?"

On the road that was really unavoidable, Loren spotted a few familiar figures, including Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindor.

He tightened his arms and hugged her waist. Through the smooth silk skirt, he could feel the slenderness, softness and warmth. He lowered his head slightly, buried his nose between the girl's shoulders and neck, and inhaled deeply. Take a breath.

Hermione hummed, with a shaky ending.

I have to admit, this is a great place for a date.

Ron was silent for a moment: "Miss Delacour is very good, but a little uncomfortable."

Loren squeezed the little witch's hand and then touched her arm. It was ice cold. It was strange. Why was her mouth so hard? It was so soft just now.

Loren and Hermione walked lightly along the courtyard path, avoiding some trembling flowers and bushes, avoiding the stone statues that could make low groans, and trudged slowly towards the auditorium.

Fleur opened her mouth unhurriedly: "Thank you for taking care of Gabrielle for me these days. It's really been a big help."

As the song gradually came to an end, Fleur's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly and she sighed lowly: "...It's all my fault that I spent too much time on the golden eggs and didn't have any clue. I can't be with Gabrielle yet. , the other warriors probably left me far behind."

Neither the rose garden nor the glowing fairies were cold-resistant things, and Professor McGonagall had put a lot of effort into decorating the castle, so it wasn't cold inside the courtyard.

There was ice and snow everywhere outside the castle.

Ron drank a whole glass of butterbeer in one go, burped, and grinned, "But I know very well that she definitely doesn't like me. Let's go on and dance."

"You're welcome," Ron said with a silly smile, "It was Loren's idea at first, then Ginny and Luna were accompanying Gabri."

After several hours of close contact on the auditorium dance floor, our eagerly beating hearts could no longer hold back, and many of our partners had other places to go.

Loren nuzzled her nose and said, "Hermione, are you cold?"

"That's what you boys like, right?" Lavender said sourly.

The end of the courtyard path.

"Yes, that's right, I think so too!" Ron smiled stupidly.

Hermione looked up at the face so close to her and felt puzzled. She was obviously taller last year, so how could it be reversed in a year.

"It's not cold yet, let's go back to the auditorium."

Ron's little heart was pounding.

"!!"

The Gryffindors showed up.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other and confirmed that there was no other way to go here. They hid in the bushes nearby in tacit agreement.

"What do you understand, Hagrid?" Ms. Maxim's voice was deep.

"I understand, you are the same as me, are you your father or your mother?"

Ms. Maxim said: "I don't know what you mean, Hagrid."

"My mother is one of the few left in the UK. Of course, I don't remember her very well... She left when I was three years old. Alas, there is no maternal nature in their nature. Yes or no?
"I don't know what happened to her later. She is probably dead." Hagrid stared at the silver fountain. "My father brought me up. He was a short man. I could lift him up and put him down when I was six years old. On top of the wardrobe, but he was never angry, always made to laugh...

"But he died when I was in school..." Hagrid blew his nose heavily, "I'm done with my situation, what about you, where did you get your inheritance?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Ms. Maxim said coldly, "It's too cold. I want to go in."

"Huh? Of course it's a hybrid giant, what else do you need to say?" "You are so brave!" Ms. Maxim screamed, "I have never been insulted like this in my life! A hybrid giant? Me? I'm just a skeleton. big!"

The sound pierced the quiet night sky, and Ms. Maxim walked away angrily, angrily pushing away the flowers along the way, startling groups of colorful fairies to fly into the air, and pairs of male and female dance partners escaping.

Hagrid sat on the bench and looked at her back silently.

A few minutes later, he stood up and strode away, not back to the castle, but in the direction of the Forbidden Forest hut.

……

It was past twelve o'clock when the Christmas dance ended. After dancing for several hours, the little wizards were both excited and sleepy. Some people wanted to hold the second half in the common room, but more little wizards didn't have the energy.

At the bottom of the stairs in the lounge, Loren held Hermione's hand and couldn't move his eyes away. The little witch like this has a different kind of appeal, which is more attractive than wearing a long dress. I can't get enough of it.

"It's time to say goodnight, Loren..."

Hermione blinked lightly, her curled eyelashes dyed red by the firelight, and her delicate face looked soft. The effect of the smooth hair spray has not yet worn off. The bun on her head has been let go. Her brown hair hangs down smoothly and is scattered on her shoulders. Loren's coat is outside the dress.

"Oh, good night."

"Remember to tell Harry and Ron about Hagrid."

"Oh."

Hermione felt that his eyes were burning, and she couldn't leave any more. She quickly waved and said good night to Loren, then hurriedly returned to the dormitory, changed clothes, washed up, and washed the quick-smoothing hair spray from her hair. Wash the lipstick off your lips.

Oh, it seems that the lipstick cannot be washed off...

She poked her red and swollen lips in the mirror and couldn't help but sip it. Then she didn't know what she thought of, and her cheeks started to feel hot again.

"Now we are officially together, I should write a letter to my mother..."

Hermione pursed her lips and returned to the dormitory, trying her best to avoid the scrutinizing eyes of her roommates. She silently took out the Muggle letter paper and ballpoint pen, and lay down on the desk.

In my ears, I could hear the chirping voices of Parvati and Lavender, who were full of sleepiness and unwilling to fall asleep. They kept their eyes open and complained about Fleur Delacour's pretense, but not all men liked her, such as her Little Ronnie...

At the same time, in the boys' dormitory, Loren also washed and changed clothes and got into bed.

I just don't know what's going on. It's winter, it's still snowing outside, the temperature in the bedroom is inexplicably high, and the bed is as hot as a furnace. It was obviously very suitable last night.

After struggling for most of the night to let the heat escape, Loren lay on the four-poster bed, looked up at the black curtain, and unconsciously smiled stupidly.

By the way, what did Hermione ask him to do?

……

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up very late.

The Gryffindor common room was much quieter than in previous days. People were chatting away, interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Hermione's hair was matted again, and she confessed that she had sprayed it with a lot of smoothing spray in preparation for the ball, but it was too much trouble to do it every day.

On the round table by the window, Hermione scratched the base of Crookshanks' ears, ate the cashew nut that was handed to her mouth, and narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

"Harry, are you saying that Cedric gave you a clue about the golden egg at the door of the Great Hall?"

"Oh, yes, he said it was to repay me for telling him about the dragon." Harry nodded seriously, "At the end of the dance, he specifically asked Ron to leave first, and then told me to take the golden egg to take a shower. Take a bath and think carefully in the hot water."

"Is this some kind of anagram?"

"No, it's for taking a shower. It's in the prefects' bathroom on the sixth floor. He even specifically told me that the entrance is the fourth door on the left of the statue of Boris the Fool. The password is "Fresh Pineapple."

Loren glanced up at Harry, thinking that he wouldn't need his help.

"Prefect's bathroom..."

When Hermione heard this, she thought of a ghost friend and fell into a deep silence.

"Well..." Crookshanks rubbed her stopped hand dissatisfiedly.

"This advice is really weird. I also find it strange that I can figure out the meaning of that screaming golden egg just by taking a bath. I even think he might be playing a trick on me..."

Harry really couldn't figure out the relationship between golden eggs and bathing, and his expression was full of doubts. He turned to look at Loren, "By the way, Loren, I remember that you also have clues about golden eggs. What is your suggestion?"

"My suggestion is to protect your privacy." Loren fed another cashew nut into the girl's mouth.

"Huh?" Harry looked confused.

Hermione panicked, her lips touched Loren's finger, and her cheeks turned red.

In the middle of the lounge, Ron explained the dance between him and Fleur six or seven times, making sure that George and Fred knew every detail, and then returned to the small round table by the window with satisfaction.

Although the other party's purpose was not pure, he still had to show off in front of the twins.

Ron sat down next to Harry, raised his glass and took a big sip of pumpkin juice, and let out a sigh of relief: "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about Harry's golden egg, but we have to wait until Harry takes a shower before we can continue talking." Loren fed the last cashew nut to the little witch and held her hand under the table: "I want to say something. Something about Hagrid"

Ron scratched his head: "Hagrid, what's wrong with him?"

"When we passed by the courtyard, we met Ms. Maxim and Hagrid..."

Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth and began to recount what they had heard in the courtyard.

Hagrid's life experience as a hybrid giant... Hagrid asked about Maxim's life experience... In the end, the two broke up on bad terms.

"Hagrid, the half-giant... Oh, I always thought he was accidentally hit by a vicious expansion spell when he was a child." Ron said, "No wonder Maxim looked ugly when he returned to the ball. He was even worse than Snape. Be gloomy.”

"What's wrong with giants?" Harry said angrily on Hagrid's behalf. "I don't know who Maxim is trying to deceive. If Hagrid is a hybrid giant, then she must be too. He has a big frame, even bigger than hers." The only big ones are dinosaurs.”

"Actually, Harry, there is really a problem with giants. A person like Maxim really cannot have anything to do with giants." Ron glanced around and lowered his voice, "Giants are very fierce. They are born to like them." They kill people and kill each other. Now there are no giants in Britain.”

"Where have they been?"

"Who knows, it will gradually become extinct. There should be some left in other countries, most of them hiding in the mountains..."

"It was mentioned in "Britain: The Transformation of Humanoids"," Hermione told. "During the Wizarding War, the only dozen remaining giants in Britain joined Voldemort's command. During the terrifying period of Voldemort's rule, , they were responsible for some of the most brutal massacres of Muggles, and were then killed by Aurors during the war... Later, people had the idea of ​​giants being cruel and bloodthirsty."

"But that's not the case with Hagrid!"

"Our opinions don't matter, but Maxim does." Loren shrugged.

Harry's expression was stunned, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses: "Then, let's go see Hagrid..."

(End of this chapter)