Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The genius remembered the address of this site for a second: (Chinese Vertex), the fastest update! No ads! When Harry and Ron stepped on the snow in the ground and came to the door of Hagrid's hut, they happened to see Hagrid. He saw that Hagrid was unusually tall and was carrying a pine tree taller than him.

And in the forbidden forest behind him, Harry faintly glanced at a certain scary figure, disappeared in the depths of the forest and disappeared.

On the open space at the edge of the forbidden forest, several large pine trees leaned diagonally.

"Oh! Guys--" As soon as Hagrid saw Harry and Ron, he waved his arms happily, the snow on the pine trees slipped down, and the snow on the ground became thicker.

"Need help?" Harry said, trying to pull out his wand, but Hagrid immediately stopped him.

"No, don't ..." Hagrid waved again and again. "These pine trees can't be sent to the castle yet. You have to deal with them! Don't worry, time is enough!"

As he said, even the pine tree on his shoulders was set aside by him, and he came towards Harry and Ron empty-handed.

"Don't stand outside, go in! It's warm in the room ..." Hagrid gently pushed Harry and Ron's back and took them back to the door of the hunting lodge. "The door is unlocked, just open it. Now! I think I can take a break first. "

As soon as the wooden door opened, Hagrid's hounds barked immediately.

"Yaya, don't call it!" Hagrid lowered his head and yelled from above Harry and Ron's heads. "Are the songs I taught you to sing these days be taught for nothing?"

"Teach Yaya to sing?" Harry said as he walked in, and stopped suddenly and said quietly.

"Yes!"

After they all entered the door, Hagrid turned and closed the door, shaking his head with regret.

"Alagok learned two songs before, and it sings better than me ..." With that, Hagrid sighed. "Oh--I miss Alagok."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw the helplessness on each other's face.

The funeral of that big spider is now vividly remembered, and even the corpse is quite scary. As for saying, a big spider who can sing?

Ok! It may sound a little funny, but at best it can only change from "horrible" to "disgusting"? It's a little better, but it's still not so easy to accept.

It was only when the two remembered that Hagrid had cried as a teardrop on the day of the funeral, and they could not help understanding Hagrid's feelings.

Ron went to draw a few pieces of wood from the woodpile and put them in the fireplace, and Harry cast a fire spell into them-they thought they should do something for Hagrid, even if it was just a small thing.

"Oh, by the way, Hagrid ... What song would you like to teach Yaya to sing?" Harry asked casually.

"Well ..." Speaking of this, Hagrid was intrigued again. "Of course it was a Christmas song! I was taught by a mixed race before, and said it was a song written by Muggle, strangely famous! Want to hear it?"

"Oh no ... I mean, leave it on Christmas day and sing!" Ron quickly advised.

"Ha! That's right," Hagrid nodded happily. "I'll teach Teeth well these two days. Then I want it to perform at the Christmas dinner ... Well, I really hope Hogwarts this year. There can be a few more children here to spend Christmas together! Otherwise, Yaya can only sing to the professors! It's a pity ... "

"Really?" Harry shrugged as he heard him say, "I really want to stay with you-Christmas here is much better than going back to Privet Drive!"

Hagrid hurriedly waved his hands.

"No no no, I just said that!" He said nervously. "You should go back when you should go back. Don't listen to the nonsense I just said-you should spend Christmas with your loved ones."

"Hmm ... loved ones," Harry noticed a little disapproval. "Yes, loved ones!"

"... Harry." Ron reached out and patted his shoulder. "I was thinking, maybe I can ask my parents-they will certainly welcome you to the Burrow for a lively Christmas!"

"Really?" Harry was energized in a blink of an eye, and he asked again and again, "Really? I mean-it sounds great!"

Although he really wanted to see Sirius in the old house of Black-I heard that he had already returned from the United States, but the Weasley family would definitely return to their home for Christmas, so the two sides would be staggered.

Moreover, whether he can be agreed to go to Grimma Place this time is hard to say! As the secret command of the Order of the Phoenix, there are always dangers buried there.

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"Ron, do you think ... could you convince your mother and invite her to Sirius?" Harry turned suddenly, asking Ron with a little anticipation.

Ron shook his head a little.

"I can try it, but I don't think it's likely to succeed. If you can reason, I think you understand-how much is required ..."

As Ron said, it's not just because Sirius is carrying a warrant, it's also because Sirius seems to be still hurting and not suitable for moving.

As for Mrs. Weasley ... probably not very welcome Sirius to go to her house, because she and Sirius are not always compatible, this feeling is obvious, even Harry can see it at a glance.

But the thought of Sirius had to spend the night in bed weakly on Christmas Day, Harry felt panicked.

"... But you should be able to look forward to Maca!" Ron suddenly comforted him. "Did Maca mention it? He said that Sirius would be fine before Christmas!"

"Oh-" Hagrid whispered inexplicably as soon as he heard Maca's name, "Yeah! I can let Maca take you to your teeth, and then you can listen to your teeth and sing Christmas songs!" "

It seemed that nothing could stop Hagrid from thinking about him. Neither Harry nor Ron tried to stop, because they were afraid that Hagrid could not think of it, and they would go straight to the Burrow with their teeth and perform a terrible human and dog duet.

After continuing to sit with Hagrid for a little while, they felt they couldn't stay any longer.

Because now, Hagrid's mind is all about teaching Yaya to sing. Maybe if they stay for a little longer, they have to be a music teacher with Hagrid!

Harry was about to stand up and find any reason to return to the castle. But before he could speak, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey! Is anyone here?"

A man's voice came in from outside the door, sounding very energetic.

"Oh ... some, here, here ..." Hagrid responded as he pulled his big **** off the sofa. "Who is it? I have very few guests here ... I I mean, save a few of you ... "

As the wooden door creaked again, the cold wind outside suddenly poured in, and finally it was a little bit colder in the hut that was slightly warmer.

"Oh, I said there must be someone—there is smoke in the chimney!" As soon as the door opened, a fat old man appeared in front of Hagrid. "Well ... you must be Rube Hagrid Minerva and I mentioned you, formerly a hunting ranger, and now holding the post of Professor of Protection of Wonderful Creatures. "

"You are ..." Hagrid took a closer look at the old man and quickly recognized him. "Mr. Slughorn? Why are you here? Meet old friends at Hogwarts?"

"Well, of course, there are also some reasons for this." Slughorn stomped his feet, shook the snow at the bottom of his boots, and smiled calmly. "I think it would be better for us to go in and talk-we can't keep the door open Will freeze your little guests! "

He spoke as if nothing had happened, as if he really cared about how Harry and Ron were feeling, but the fact was that he also wanted to warm the fire.

"Oh, you're right, please come in—"

Hagrid barely closed his stomach, moved his huge body to the corner by the door, and gave Slughorn over. He himself closed the wooden door after Slughorn entered.

Slughorn walked to the fireplace, first loosening his loose neckband, and then immediately turned to Harry ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Harry, we met again! He greeted him in a spirited manner, as if he were a pair of old friends with whom Harry had a close relationship. "How are you doing recently?" Although a little bit earlier, I wish you a Merry Christmas first! "

"Well," Harry nodded reluctantly. "You too."

Probably because he saw that Harry was somewhat indifferent, Slughorn was more cautious this time. He didn't stare at Harry entangled any more, but instead looked around the cabin again.

"This ..." He seemed to see something, his eyes flickered sharply, "Hagrid, wouldn't this be ... the unicorn's fur?"

"Oh, yes, that's the hair on their tails ..." Hagrid nodded indifferently. "Often there are some in the woods, and they seem to fall off regularly-you can pick them up on branches or on the ground get."

"My dear friend," Slughorn tried to suppress the excitement in his heart. "They look so beautiful!"

"It's pretty, but it's more useful--" Hagrid shrugged. "If an animal is injured, it can be used as a bandage, which is particularly strong! And it has a little effect on the recovery of the injury."

"Oh, this is really--"

Seeing that Hagrid hadn't fully realized the value of this thing, Slughorn secretly had fun. He was trying to get them all around, but Hagrid shook his head again.

"I know what you want to say--" Hagrid spread his hands, "Maca also told me that it would be too wasteful to use it directly as a bandage ... so he would occasionally come and take them for some treatment. The potion that hurts the evil, let alone say, it is really effective! "

"Damn, it's another step taken by that kid! Again!" Slughorn couldn't help feeling a little sullen. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.