Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 185: No distinction between high and low bloodlines

"Hagrid!"

The door of the hunting lodge was knocked banging again, and the knocker yelled loudly, with an aura of swearing not to let the door open.

"Hagrid, that's enough! We know you are inside! No one cares that your mother is a giant, Hagrid! I heard, didn’t Maca talk to you? Quickly open the door—"

It was Hermione, she looked violent, and Harry and Ron were standing behind her.

It didn't take long for the door to be opened from the inside. Hermione just said, "You should have—", and suddenly stopped, because she realized that it was not Hagrid who was facing her, but the principal—Albus Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon." He said happily, looking down at them with a smile.

"We--um--we want to see Hagrid." Hermione said softly.

"Ah, I guessed it," Dumbledore said, his eyes flashing witty, "Why didn't you come in?"

"Oh...um...well," Hermione said.

She walked into the cabin with Ron and Harry. As soon as Harry entered the door, Ya Ya suddenly rushed towards him, barking wildly, trying to lick his ears.

"Oh-Maca?" Hermione whispered in surprise and Harry quickly broke free of his extremely enthusiastic teeth.

At this moment, Maca and Hagrid are sitting next to the small round table with three big teacups in front of them.

"Are you here too?" Maca nodded at them, calmly.

Maca is of course the same as usual, but Hagrid is very embarrassed now.

His face is spotty, and his eyes are red and swollen. With regard to his hair, he went to the other extreme: he no longer tried to tidy up his hair, they have now completely changed back to their old steel ball state. -It may even be worse.

"Hello, Maca, Hagrid." Harry said.

At this moment, Hagrid slowly raised his head.

"Okay." He replied in a very hoarse voice.

"Drink some more tea." Dumbledore said, closing the door behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione, took out his wand, fiddled with it, and immediately appeared in the sky a rotating tea tray and A plate of cakes. Dumbledore used magic to make the tea tray fall on the table, and everyone sat down.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, have you heard those words that Miss Granger shouted?"

Hermione's face was a little red, and Dumbledore smiled at her and continued: "From the posture they just wanted to break into, Hermione, Harry, and Ron seem to be willing to make your friend. "

"Of course we still want to make friends with you!" Harry looked at Hagrid and said, "Do you think that Skeeter's cow—sorry, Professor." He said quickly, turning his eyes to Dump profitable.

"I was deaf for a while and didn't hear what you were talking about, Harry." Dumbledore said. He played with two thumbs and stared at the ceiling.

"Um-well," Harry said uneasily, "I mean-Hagrid, how do you think we care about that-woman-writing?"

"Yeah! Didn't you have a good chat with Maca and us that night?" Ron also agreed.

Two round teardrops flowed from Hagrid's dark eyes and slowly penetrated into his tangled beard.

"But now I hold the position of teacher...not everyone..." Hagrid said hoarsely, "not everyone wants me to stay."

"Hagrid, are you trying to accomplish Helga Hufflepuff’s unfinished goal?" Maca patted him and said relaxedly, "Are you going to unify the entire Hogwarts? Or do you want to unify? The whole world?"

"What?" Hagrid looked at Maca blankly.

"Everyone has their own ideas, and there are those who support you, and there will definitely be those who oppose you..." Maca said, "You can't make everyone like you, can you?"

He paused, then pointed directly at Dumbledore sitting across from him: "Look, the greatest white wizard today is sitting in front of you! But he will not receive a lot of criticism and Accusations? But look at him again, he will change a sweet taste every day, and he has never been uncomfortable because of those accusations."

Dumbledore didn’t look at Maca, he just smiled and said, “Then I should shut myself in the study and refuse to talk to anyone? That’s meaningless, doesn’t it?”

"But--you are not a hybrid giant!" Hagrid said hoarsely.

"Hagrid, see what kind of relatives I have!" Harry said angrily. "Look at the Dursleys!"

"Fantastic view!" Professor Dumbledore said, "My brother Aberforth was sued for indiscriminately casting a magic on a goat. This matter is overwhelmingly published in the newspapers, but no Has Fuchs been hiding? No, not at all! He raised his head high and went his own way! Of course, I'm not sure that he knows the word, so he may not be brave..."

"Your brother is more courageous than those of us combined, so don't cover it for him..." Maca said unceremoniously, "He is not like you, he always keeps things in his heart. Edge."

"Oh—Maca, you shouldn't say that—" Harry couldn't help but persuade, "Professor Dumbledore, what happened between you? Hermione said—"

"About this matter--" Maca suddenly interrupted, "I made it clear about this matter at the World Cup scene. I think, I don't need to repeat it, right?"

When Maca said these words, Dumbledore just dropped his eyelids and said nothing.

When Hagrid stopped tears because of this, and raised his head to look at them both worriedly, Dumbledore stood up suddenly.

"Anyway, I don't accept your resignation report. Hagrid, I hope you will come back to class next Monday." He said, "You come to the auditorium for breakfast with me at 8:30. Don't find excuses. I wish. Good afternoon, everyone."

Dumbledore walked to the door, only to stop, bend over and scratch his teeth, and leave the cabin. From beginning to end, he didn't even glance in Maca's direction.

"Maca, I think...you and Dumbledore must have some misunderstanding..." Hagrid wiped his red eyes, but instead persuaded Maca, "Dumbledore is A very amazing person, really..."

"Yeah, he's amazing." Maca said, picking up a piece of cake from the plate Dumbledore had bought, and eating it vaguely, "Aren't you here? There is just one person here. One..."

"Maca..." Harry was about to say something more, but Hermione pulled his sleeve.

"Hagrid, will you come back?" She whispered to Hagrid, "Come back, we all miss you..."

Hagrid rubbed his face and nodded: "Oh, of course... if I do this, my dad will blush for me..." The tears came out again, and he wiped them off, and said : "I haven't shown you my old dad's picture yet, have I? Here..."

Hagrid stood up and walked to the closet, opened a drawer, and took out a photo. There was a short wizard on it. He had the same black eyes as Hagrid’s. He squinted into a seam and sat down. He smiled happily on Hagrid's shoulder.

Referring to an apple tree next to him, Hagrid is seven or eight feet tall, but his face is young, full, smooth, and without a beard—he looks eleven years old at most.

"This was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts," Hagrid said hoarsely. "Dad was so happy... He thought I couldn't be a wizard, you know, because my mother... …Oh, don’t mention it. Of course, I’ve never been very knowledgeable in magic...but he at least didn’t see me being expelled..."

Hagrid talked about the past upside down and said a lot of things, until he escaped from those memories, and then he looked back at the four teenagers in front of him.

"Do you know, Harry?" he said, looking up from the photo of his father, his eyes very bright, "When I first saw you, you reminded me of myself. Your parents have both Died, worried that I would not adapt to Hogwarts, remember? You don’t believe you are really capable... But now I’ll look at you, Harry! The warrior of the school!"

"And Maca, to be honest, I have never seen a child like you... When I am with you, I often forget your age! No one can be as talented as you, both Smart and diligent..." Hagrid said again, "Others may not know it, but I saw it with my own eyes! When you practiced making potions with me, you would come almost every day, over and over again..."

"Of course, Hermione is also great, her test scores are better than Maca, and she carries books everywhere..."

He paused, and then said very solemnly: "I believe that the winner of the Tri-Finals Cup will definitely be among you, and no matter who gets the Tri-Finals Cup, everyone will see it—not Only a wizard of pure blood can do it, and there is no need to be ashamed of his origin."

As he said, as if thinking of something, he suddenly said: "By the way, how is your box study?"

"Of course~IndoMTL.com~ Harry said, "I've got my eyebrows. "

Hermione couldn't bear to disrupt the atmosphere, and subconsciously followed and nodded.

As for Maca, he doesn't need to talk about it, because no one thinks that he will be stumped by a box.

Lying to Hagrid feels different from lying to others.

That evening, when Harry returned to the castle with Ron and Hermione, Harry’s eyes were always showing Hagrid’s joyful expression on Harry’s unshaven face when he fantasized about Harry winning the Championship. This image was in his mind. Lingering inside.

"Have you not figured it out yet?" Maca said strangely.

"I only know, I should find some way to replace the rune..." Hermione hesitated, "I can unlock it, but I don't know how to replace it..."

"Your thinking is too complicated..." Maca shook his head and said, "This level is just a test of our ability to act, so look around!"