Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 464

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After Umbridge was gone, Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as she walked into Hogwarts Castle, before the invisibility cloaks they had removed knocked on the door of Hagrid's cottage.

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry yelled into the keyhole.

"Should have thought!" A gruff voice came from the room, and Hagrid was very pleased.

Then there was the sound of the latch being pulled, and the door creaked open, revealing Hagrid's long-lost fluffy head.

"Come in, come in," said Hagrid, his hair was messy and clotted with blood, his left eye was swollen to a seam, blue and purple, and his face and hands were scarred and bleeding. , he moved so carefully that Harry suspected a broken rib.

Hagrid had apparently just arrived home, a thick black travel cloak draped over the back of the chair, and a large backpack big enough for a few children against the wall. Hagrid, who was twice the height of a normal person and three times as wide, limped to the stove and placed a copper kettle on it.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked, teeth bouncing around them, licking their cheeks.

"It's all right." Hagrid deliberately changed the subject. "Have a cup of tea?"

"Forget it," said Ron. "Look at you! It's like eating George and Fred's riddled candy."

"Tell you guys that I'm fine," said Hagrid, straightening up, turning to smile at them, but frowning in pain, "Ah, it's so nice to see you guys, it's been a good summer, isn't it?"

"Hagrid, have you been attacked?" Ron asked.

"I said it one last time, it's all right!" Hagrid insisted stubbornly.

"Would you say it's okay if one of our faces turned into a puddle of bolognese?"

"You should go and show Madam Pomfrey, Hagrid," said Hermione anxiously. "Some of the wounds look dangerous."

"I'll take care of it, okay?" said Hagrid sternly. He walked to the huge wooden table in the middle of the hut, and took off a tea towel on the table. Underneath was a piece of raw meat with blood, green and sparkling, slightly larger than an ordinary car tire.

"You can't eat that, Hagrid?" Ron leaned in to look. "It looks poisonous."

"That's what it looks like, dragon meat," said Hagrid. "I'm not going to eat it."

He picked up the dragon meat and put it on his left cheek, green blood dripping onto his beard, and he snorted with satisfaction. "It's better, it's analgesic."

"Go ahead, Hagrid," Hermione asked, looking like she was interrogating a prisoner. "What's going on?"

"It's really okay, really—"

"Dumbledore sent him to negotiate with the giant." Hagrid wanted to deny it, but was interrupted by a sudden voice from the large mirror beside him.

Hagrid followed the sound toward—

"Ti, Ti, Ti, Ti, Tiella?" Hagrid's reaction was almost the same as that of the group of little wizards. He was astonished like a big fat kid who started 300 pounds and started less than 400 pounds. , "This, this, this, what's going on?"

"You, you, you, you became, became a ghost?" Hagrid was in the same age group as Voldemort, experienced the Dark Lord's Rebellion, joined the Order of the Phoenix, fought against Death Eaters, and had seen it before. The past master immediately guessed the most likely wrong answer.

"No, to be precise, I converted to a demon." Tiera sighed, and told Hagrid what she had told Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Hagrid nodded frequently. Although he didn't understand, he was greatly shocked, and finally accepted the fact that Tiera was "resurrected".

"Professor Dumbledore has heard about it," Tiera said. "He has left this matter to me to handle."

"Negotiate with the giants?" Hermione asked in confusion. "How to negotiate? Did you find them?"

"Honestly, they're not that hard to find," Hagrid said. "They're pretty big."

"Where are they?" Ron asked.

"In the mountains," Hagrid replied vaguely.

"Then why don't Muggles—"

"No," Hagrid said in a low voice, "it's just that their death is always said to be a mountaineering accident, right?"

He moved the dragon flesh to cover the worst wounds.

"Hagrid, tell us what exactly you did?" Ron asked, fearing that the world would not be in chaos. "Anyway, it's all my own people here, so just talk about it. You don't know that we are bored in school this semester. died."

"Okay, okay." Hagrid still couldn't resist Ron, Harry still had Hermione's expectant eyes, and after throwing the dragon meat on his face to Fang, he sat back on the stool and said, "Let's go up. As soon as the semester ends—"

"You?" Ron interrupted, "who else but you?"

"Hagrid and Madame Maxime were the giants from Beauxbatons last term...the half-giant headmistress." Tiera interjected at this time, "Hagrid and Madame Maxime, my funeral last term was one day. When it was over, Hagrid pretended to be in love and accepted Madame Maxime's invitation to travel to France to avoid possible stalkers from the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic."

"Ah? Um...um...um..." Hagrid blushed instantly and began to hesitate.

"Of course, now I have reason to believe that Hagrid may not be pretending, but really has a crush on Madame Maxime." Tiera said with a teasing.

"You, you, you, how can you contaminate people's innocence out of thin air?" Hagrid's face seemed to turn redder, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, arguing, "This, this, this is, this is all for Complete the mission so as not to be followed by the Death Eaters and those idiots from the Ministry of Magic."

One after another, some messy words, such as "Dumbledore", "Voldemort", "Death Eater", "Orim", "Not afraid of hardship", etc., make people feel confused for no reason.

"Hahahah" Tiera smiled happily first~www.mtlnovel.com~Harry, Hermione, and the dullest Ron also laughed, and there was a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the cabin .

"If you like her, go after her boldly, Hagrid." After laughing, Tiera said sincerely.

Tierra remembered that Hagrid seemed to be three years younger than Voldemort, which meant that Hagrid was now in his sixties. Although giants generally lived longer than wizards, Hagrid was considered middle-aged at his age. It's also time to think about your lifelong events.

"No...I...I...I..." Hagrid faltered again.

"I'm still, let me tell you what happened on the way I was looking for giants!" Hagrid changed the subject bluntly, "I'll tell you, I met two giant monsters on the Polish border, in a bar in Minsk. We even had a bit of a fight with a vampire inside."

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