days at Hogwarts

Chapter 479 Winter Vacation
Hagrid's father is a short wizard with black and shiny eyes like Hagrid. In the photo, he is sitting on Hagrid's shoulder and smiling happily, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Judging from the apple tree next to it, Hagrid was already seven or eight feet tall at that time, but his face was not what it is now. He was young, plump, smooth and beardless, and he looked only eleven years old.

"This was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts. Dad was so happy..." Hagrid said hoarsely, "Dad was so happy. He thought I couldn't become a wizard. You know, because I Mother……"

Harry and Ron looked at the photos carefully, looking at Hagrid's appearance when he was young. They found it very strange. Hagrid had always looked like this since they entered school.

To be honest, if he really shaved his beard one day, they might be able to recognize him.

"Oh, let's not talk about it. Of course, I have never been very good at magic..." Hagrid forced out a complicated smile, "But at least he didn't see me being expelled. He died when I was in second grade. ”

Loren and Hermione sat next to Hagrid, listening to the big man's story quietly, feeling a little blocked in their hearts.

"After my father died, it was Dumbledore who always protected me. He found me a job as a gamekeeper. He was always willing to give people a second chance and was very trusting. This is what makes him different from other headmasters... …He knows that even if a person has a bad background, he can still be successful, but some people cannot understand this and always discriminate against you because of your origin...”

"Some people even pretend to say that they are big-boned, but dare not tell the truth boldly... I am too stupid. I really shouldn't worry about that woman, I promise you."

"Big bone... Haha, I really want her to taste my big bone!" Hagrid said through gritted teeth.

"Ok?"

……

"The leader of the giants is called Gugo. He is usually the tallest and largest member of the tribe. Only by killing the previous Gugo can he become the new Gugo."

"Many people thought that the giants who had helped the mysterious man were judged and executed, but in fact, with Dumbledore's efforts, they survived and returned to the giant's tribe. In a mountain, but I don't know where. …”

"Think about what to say to her! You are right, Loren, I really should think about it..." Hagrid's unshaven face was full of excitement.

Loren poured a cup of tea casually: "Hagrid, tell us about the giants."

Hermione's pen tip left an ink dot on the paper. She didn't know why. She knew that the Divination class homework had to be made up randomly, but thinking that Loren could finish it easily while she was still struggling to do it, she wanted to give it to her. Loren adds some chaos!

For example, the silly Barnabas who tried to teach trolls to dance, or the confused Boris, who graduated from Hufflepuff and was always careless. There are many stories about him in the Potions Safety Code and the Herbology Safety Code: not wearing ears. Transplanting mandrakes with a hood, touching the slime of babbo tubers without gloves...

Loren shook his shoulders: "Be serious, Professor Morgan is giving a lecture."

Hagrid was stunned.

"So she must care more about her reputation and not allow any excuses to appear."

"But she resisted such discrimination and became the principal of Beauxbatons. Although I don't like her either, I must admit that this is a very remarkable achievement!"

"Loren!"

……

"Tsk, I borrowed a book about healing magic from the library. Just excerpt the case above." Loren opened the elastic band and wrapped it twice around the end of the braid. A pretty hairstyle was completed. .

"Oh." Hermione replied crisply, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth.

There are many portraits and statues of wizards in Hogwarts Castle. Unlike the portraits of celebrities in Muggle schools, these wizards may not have made any outstanding contributions, or their stories may be well-known.

Loren shrank down and slipped off the sofa, leaning next to Hermione to read the title: "First look at the main point of this paragraph..."

Oops, the more I look at it, the better it gets.

"..."

Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron were all silent at the same time. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Loren. This kind of Hagrid was better than the autistic Hagrid in a closed room.

"Oh, no problem...There haven't been giants in Britain for many years. It started with the Wizarding War..."

"Have you finished your divination class homework?"

Harry took the golden egg to take a shower and had no time to do his homework, which was strange.

They were still talking about the rune homework at first, but I don’t know who said something more, and the topic quickly changed. In the end, they couldn’t remember what topic they were talking about. They only remembered that the fireplace was warm in the lounge. The lighting is very gentle.

"..."

Hermione said seriously: "The school board, parents of students, and celebrities in the French wizarding world are all staring at her. Think about it, if the fact that the principal of Beauxbatons is a hybrid giant appeared on the newspaper headlines..."

"It's done." Loren patiently divided the girl's hair into three strands and braided them into braids. "We are asked to predict fortune again. There is nothing new at all."

Hermione squatted next to the coffee table, and her quill rustled across the paper, leaving neat handwriting.

"It's not all her fault, Hagrid." Hermione whispered, "With her body shape, do you think others can't see it? Think about it, she suffers the same discrimination as you."

He smelled like orange.

Loren advised: "Well, I think you should calm down and think about it-"

Evening, Gryffindor common room.

Hermione took a deep breath, leaned her head on his shoulder, and rubbed it comfortably.

Even so, he lived to the age of 93, and eventually passed away due to an infection with dragon pox.

Barbling's homework during the Christmas vacation was not much, even less than Loren's divination homework, so Hermione couldn't figure out why this person still had time to play with her hair from behind!
"Loren."

Hagrid's eyes became brighter and brighter, like a hot flame in a furnace: "You're right! Hermione, I was too reckless! Oh my God, I didn't consider her thoughts at all. This really shouldn't be done. Maybe I should go find her and apologize..."

Hermione frowned her beautiful eyebrows and looked at the small round table by the window. Ron, Lavender and Parvati were immersed in turning over the pages of "Looking at the Future through the Fog", meditating on making up the unlucky things they were about to encounter in the new semester.

"Why did you finish it so quickly?"

Hermione inserted the quill into the ink bottle, looked back at him, hummed and said, "I don't know how to translate this passage, please explain it to me."

"The origin of the runes cannot be verified. Each letter has its own unique magical meaning..."

In memory of this unlucky and lucky fool, a statue of him was erected on the sixth floor of Hogwarts.

"Is this the entrance Cedric was talking about?"

Harry held a heavy golden egg under one arm while looking at the statue in front of him. It was a wizard with a blank expression, and the gloves on both hands were on backwards.

Harry found the door next to the statue as Cedric had told him, leaned forward and whispered, "Fresh pineapples."

The door creaked open, and the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling cast a warm and soft light into the room. Everything was made of snow-white marble, and a hundred golden faucets surrounded the rectangular bathtub, which was so big that it could For swimming inside, there is actually a diving board next to it.

Snow-white linen curtains hung on the windows, a pile of fluffy white towels stood in the corner, and a picture with a gilded frame hung on the wall.

The painting shows a blond mermaid, sleeping soundly on a rock, her long hair sticking to her face, trembling slightly with every breath she takes. Harry stepped forward, looking around in wonder, his footsteps echoing in the room.

This bathroom is indeed luxurious and beautiful, and he is indeed eager to try some of the faucets...

When Harry came to his senses again, he was already lying naked in the bathtub, shaking his hands, feet and limbs comfortably.

These faucets are indeed magical. They spray out various bubble bath liquids mixed with hot water. One of the faucets sprays out bubbles as big as footballs, which are also pink; the other sprays out crystal clear bubbles. , dense and thick foam; and purple mist, which fills the water surface.

Swimming in the hot, frothy water felt really wonderful. He swam in the water for two times before returning to the edge of the pool, lazily holding the golden egg in front of him to observe.

"If I were you, just put it in the water and try it." A high-pitched voice suddenly appeared.

"Myrtle! When did you come?!"

Myrtle blinked: "Earlier than you."

"!!"

……

The next morning, the auditorium.

The Christmas Eve decorations have not been completely revoked. The twelve Christmas trees are still hung with star and moon-shaped ornaments, but they only sparkle at night. The silver frost on the wall has dissipated, leaving four school flags, the colors seem not as bright as they were two months ago.

Breakfast time is almost over, but the auditorium is still empty, with only a few people at the four deans' tables.

Loren fed the little witch a piece of fried sausage, turned around and asked, "So you have solved the riddle of the golden egg?"

Harry glanced at him and Hermione with a resentful expression: "You already knew that, right?"

"Know what?" Ron interjected curiously.

"As for Myrtle, you know she would hide in the bath and watch the prefects take a bath."

Loren chuckled: "Have you been blinded by her?"

Harry choked and didn't know how to answer for a moment: "There was foam on the water. She said she closed her eyes when I went into the water, but I don't believe it!"

Loren immediately defended him: "Then you go to Myrtle to argue! I must take responsibility after seeing your body!"

Looking at the three people who were suppressing their laughter, Harry waved his hand helplessly: "Let's talk about the golden egg. Inside the golden egg is the song of the mermaid. You can only hear the lyrics clearly underwater."

……

"Look for us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, consider:

We took away your most precious treasure.

You only have an hour,

To find and regain what we took,
After an hour all hope is gone,
It is completely gone and will never be seen again. "

After Harry finished singing, he shivered from the cold wind.

Loren stood on the ice surface of the black lake and stamped his feet. The ice was as cold and hard as frozen iron, very solid. He turned to look at the three people behind him with a serious look on his face: "It's not easy to fish."

Ron nodded in understanding.

Hermione deadpanned.

Only Harry's eyes almost rolled to the sky: "Is it time to talk about fishing now? Help me think of a way! Myrtle said, the second project is for me to go into the water to find the mermaid, and I have to Stay underwater for an hour."

While talking, several people followed Loren and walked forward, leaving a series of crooked footprints on the ice. They walked until they were more than ten meters offshore before taking out four small benches and sitting down.

Harry exhaled to warm his hands, took the fishing rod handed over by Loren, and watched him divide the bait into four parts: "How is this possible? How can I breathe underwater for an hour?"

No one paid attention to him, and the ethereal echo of the voice could be heard on the ice of the empty lake.

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

"boom!"

There was a splash of water under the ice cave, but when I looked down, I couldn't see anything clearly. An unknown fish passed by with swaying fins, flicked its tail deftly, and disappeared into the deep water.

Loren skillfully placed the bait and hook. After doing this, he clapped his hands and looked up at the sky. It was a rare blue color in winter, bright and clear.

“The weather is really good, and we can catch big fish at a glance.”

"Really?" Ron hooked happily.

Hermione was not interested in fishing, so she sat next to Loren and let a few crystal blue flames float in the air to dispel the coldness around her.

Harry watched with a dull expression as several people performed their duties, it was like a leisurely winter outing and ice fishing.

Harry felt a little confused.

No, I'm talking about the second event of the Goblet of Fire Tournament, a matter of life and death!
"Say something, come up with some ideas! I'm going to be drowned in three weeks!"

Loren stared at the fish bobber intently: "Neville has a copy of "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics". It mentions a plant called gillweed. Do you remember it? There is also a head soaking spell..."

Harry's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Hermione nodded: "So what you need to consider now is what treasure you are looking for in the water, and how to determine the direction underwater."

"And there's this one-hour deadline, does that mean anything?"

"..."

The clear winter sky made people feel lazy. Professor Granger's voice slowly blended into the water under the ice, becoming blurry and distant. Some long-standing memories emerged in Loren's mind.

If nothing else goes wrong, the referee team will tie the person the warriors care about most underwater and hand it over to the mermaid. If he cannot be rescued within an hour, he will drown...

It’s really full of flaws.

Loren glanced at Ron out of the corner of his eye.

This time Harry asked Ginny to be his dance partner, and the two of them seemed to be on fire. I don't know who was soaked in the water as a hostage this time.

(End of this chapter)