days at Hogwarts

Chapter 640: Too Faced to Face the Hybrid Giant
In the second week of school, autumn is approaching.

The climate at Hogwarts gradually turned cooler, and the days became shorter. It was almost dark after classes every day. The herbs in the greenhouse became lazy. Professor Sprout led the second-year students to move the mandrakes. The leaves of the Whomping Willow began to turn yellow, and the leaves in the Forbidden Forest began to fall off. When I woke up in the morning, I could occasionally see white frost on the treetops, which was very beautiful.

Loren and his companions put their hands in their pockets and walked slowly on the way to the Forbidden Forest Cottage to visit Hagrid.

Setting foot on the forbidden forest path was no different from usual. I had been here hundreds of times in the past five years and would not get lost even with my eyes closed.

However, the few of them moved slowly, one step at a time, and the short journey outside the school gate felt like they were wading through mountains and rivers. It wasn't because they had any physical problems, but mainly because they felt guilty. All four of them felt guilty.

I have been eating and drinking in the Forbidden Forest since the first grade. I eat fresh stew, freshly picked vegetables, and all-natural pesticide-free organic pumpkins. Except for rock cakes, I have eaten everything else. Sometimes I even eat and take some home for my parents to taste.

It can be said that people respond to their requests and are very sincere to them.

The unicorn hair that Loren used to practice alchemy was Hagrid's felt. Hermione celebrated several of her birthdays in the cabin. Ron ate and drank more than Fang. Not to mention Harry, who was almost like a half-godfather. He personally delivered the acceptance letter to Harry and took him to Diagon Alley...

There were four people in total, and not one of them chose the Care of Magical Creatures class.

How can we face the giants left behind in Linxi?

Enter the forbidden forest through the path, turn right at the fork in the road, and walk a few more steps to see the cabin. It is still the same as before, with neatly arranged vegetable plots and pumpkin fields next to it, and a wooden fence around it. On the right hand side of the door is a neatly stacked firewood pile with dirty tarpaulin on top.

As they walked into the fence, a series of cheerful dog barkings quickly approached, and the hound Yaya jumped out from behind the house with an excited step, wagging its tail at them, jumping up and down, rubbing against their feet, and even wanted to stand up and lick their ears, looking very happy.

"Don't mess with it! It will bite off your fingers..."

Hagrid came around from behind the hut, carrying a bag of potatoes and wearing a large printed apron, which was a Christmas gift from Hermione last year. When he saw them, his face immediately darkened and he said in a long, strange voice:
"Oh...it's you guys."

"Hagrid..."

"us……"

Several people were so ashamed that they could not speak.

"Humph……"

Hagrid glanced at the three of them, then turned and strode into the hut, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh, we broke his heart..." Hermione grabbed Loren's sleeve, feeling very sad.

"Don't worry, Hagrid won't want to leave us out." Loren held her hand back and gave Harry a look.

Harry glanced at them, then walked silently to the door, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you!"

There was no response from inside. Yaya tilted her head, looked at them, then looked at the tightly closed wooden door, with human-like doubt in her eyes.

Harry sighed and pulled out his wand: "Hagrid, if you don't open the door, I will blow it up! I learned the door-blasting spell from Loren, you know the power of this spell..."

Hermione's eyes suddenly opened wide and sparkled.

"I'm going to start counting down, 5...4..."

Before Harry could count to three, the door suddenly creaked open. Hagrid, wearing a printed apron, stared at him in disbelief and shouted, "I'm a professor! Professor! Potter, how dare you threaten me!?"

"I'm sorry, sir—" Harry also shouted loudly, deliberately dragging out the ending tone, and emphasizing the word "sir". Hagrid was completely stunned: "Since when did you start calling me "sir"? "

Harry was not to be outdone: "Since when did you start calling me "Potter"? "

"Oh, that's clever and interesting! You think you can trick me, don't you?" Hagrid's face turned red and his expression was excited.

Harry wanted to say something else, but Loren tugged at his shirt hem, and the four of them fell silent, looking at him sincerely, without blinking, even with their eyes dry.

Hagrid's momentum weakened immediately. He turned his head away and muttered angrily, "Okay, okay, come in, you ungrateful guys..."

Several people smiled at each other secretly, then restrained their expressions and walked in, sitting down at the only wooden table. Yaya had no idea about what was going on between humans, so he foolishly followed them and was happy, moving between their legs. Finally, Loren knocked him to the ground, and he pressed his head and belly and ravaged them.

Hagrid glanced at the hound on the ground and said sarcastically, "What's the matter? Did you finally remember me, the unpopular Care of Magical Creatures professor? Do you feel sorry for me? Do you think I'm lonely?"

"No, we just wanted to come and see you," Harry replied.

"Missed me, huh?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Loren and Hermione nodded, and Ron hurried to follow.

Hagrid finally felt better. He snorted contemptuously, stood up and made some hot tea. He didn't know what kind of tea it was, but it was dark red in color. The snack was classic handmade rock cake, which had a cold and hard metallic luster.

"Hagrid, actually, we want to continue with the Care of Magical Creatures class..." Hermione said timidly, "Really! But our schedules are overwhelmed!"

"As you know, all the time turners are damaged."

"And our friendship doesn't need to rely on classes to maintain, right?"

"..."

Listening to their explanations, Hagrid sat at the table and continued to peel potatoes, snorting from time to time and cutting ruthlessly and mercilessly. The result was that the big potatoes were peeled into small potatoes, and the small potatoes were peeled into potato grains.

Harry had a serious suspicion that some snot had gotten into the potatoes, and was secretly glad that they wouldn't be staying for dinner.

After peeling the potatoes, Hagrid's anger subsided. He rubbed his hands on his apron and sighed dejectedly: "Well, I know your courses are heavy. On the other hand, I haven't been able to focus on teaching recently. You are right not to choose my class..."

"why?"

"Because Aragog is dying, it won't survive this winter." Hagrid looked sad, "It's too old to move, and it can't eat prey even if it's placed in front of its mouth. I can only feed it some soft giant grubs to keep it going for a few more days..."

Giant grubs are large maggots that are over a foot long. They are toothless, rich in protein, and a top-notch animal feed that can only be eaten by lactating female dragons in Romania.

Loren and the others didn't know what to say, so they could only pat him on the shoulder and say some dry words of comfort.

After all, they had beaten Aragog a few years ago. Without them, maybe the old Acromantula could have lived a few more days...

(End of this chapter)