Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 369: Luna, she refused to be sad

()In the hunting lodge, Hagrid sat sideways on the sofa by the fireplace, staring at the copper kettle on the fire.

Behind him, a thick black travel cloak was hung on the back of the sofa, which was the same as his body, not only in tatters, but also stained everywhere.

In the shadow behind the sofa, an oversized package that could hold two and a half Harry was laid on the ground, and there was something bulging inside.

On the other side of the fireplace, Hermione and Luna each occupied the last two broken wooden chairs in the cabin.

As for Harry and Ron, they sat honestly on the pile of wood used in the fireplace and on an upside-down dirty wooden barrel.

By the way, Hagrid’s big dog Yaya is now squatting at the table behind. It stared at the table, while drooling gleamingly.

"Hagrid, where have you been all this time? What did you encounter? How did you make it like this..." Harry couldn't help asking again.

This hunting lodge has been vacant for quite some time, and looking at Hagrid like this, it is obvious that he has just returned. Because no one has been cleaning it for a long time, a thin layer of ash has accumulated everywhere in the hut.

But now, everyone has no time to take care of these little things.

"I said, it's okay!"

Hagrid said stubbornly, picked up the umbrella leaning against the fireplace, and pointed at the fire. Suddenly, more flames burst out from the pile of firewood, and he licked the copper kettle on the iron shelf harder and harder.

The firewood crackled softly, bursting out a lot of sparks, causing Hermione to move her feet out again, lest the splashing flames light her trouser legs.

"Come on, Hagrid!" Ron said, looking at his embarrassed expression. "You have basically said everything in your face, so you don't have to keep it from us?"

"My face? No, isn't it all right?" Hagrid straightened up, patted his cheek vigorously, but frowned with pain, "Um...oh! I can see you again, this It’s so pleasing... isn’t it?"

"Hagrid!"

Hermione widened her eyes when she saw him trying to awkwardly divert the subject, and called him in dissatisfaction.

"Seriously, did you get beaten by someone? You are as miserable as you seem to be!" Harry continued with a worried look, "Is it... Voldemort?"

"Don't mention that name!" Hagrid sighed vigorously, then scratched his scalp and said, "Okay, okay, I did have a small mistake, but it's really nothing—it will be tomorrow. Okay, believe it or not?"

"The most important thing is that this and that—well, you know who it belongs to—has nothing to do with ‘that person’, fundamentally, completely, thoroughly—it has nothing to do with!"

After that, Hagrid waved his hand, then got up and walked to the table on the other side of the cabin. He first used his feet to push away the teeth that were squatting on the table, and then lifted the huge tea towel that was covering the table.

Now everyone knows, the fangs that have been arguing all the time, but today they have been quietly staring at the table since they came in.

Because under the huge tea towel, there is a piece of raw meat that is bigger than a car tire.

"You don't mean to invite us to eat that?" Ron stared at the suspicious piece of meat. "It looks like... it seems poisonous?"

As Ron said, the presentation of this big piece of meat is really terrible.

Although I can't tell what kind of flesh it is, just looking at the green blood-seeded section, it is estimated that no one will want to put it in their mouths.

"It is not poisonous, it was originally like this-it is dragon meat," Hagrid said. "Peruvian Fangtooth...Dragon meat is non-toxic, but I didn't plan to eat it."

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of dragon meat and gently pressed it on his left cheek. The dark green blood was squeezed out and flowed onto his clothes along his beard.

Immediately, he hummed comfortably.

"Um...more comfortable," Hagrid said with a sideways face, "Look, **** dragon meat has an analgesic effect-Dumbledore told me before."

"Ah--"

When Hagrid mentioned Dumbledore's name, everyone subconsciously avoided their eyes. Only Luna did not overreact, but showed a little regretful expression.

"What's the matter?" Hagrid said strangely, "This is true. Dumbledore has studied the use of dragon blood. In the future, if you get injured—"

When he said this, he suddenly choked and said: "Look at what I said... you better not get hurt, the pain doesn't feel great..."

"Hagrid!"

Harry couldn't help it anymore, and couldn't help but raise his voice to interrupt Hagrid's chattering.

"Huh?"

Even Hagrid has now noticed something is wrong in the atmosphere. He looked at the three dignified little lions, hesitated to stop what was in his mouth.

"Aren't you talking about the topic of dragon blood?" Hagrid asked hesitantly, "...what's the matter?"

In Hagrid's questioning gaze, Harry, who was the first to speak just now, opened his mouth again, only to realize that he didn't know what to say. Ron lowered his head slightly, whistling, not knowing what he was talking about.

Hermione tried to speak several times, but the words that should be said were stuck in her throat, and she was in a dilemma.

Hagrid had always regarded Dumbledore as his greatest benefactor, and all three of them knew about it.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened for the first time that year, but Voldemort, who was the opener, blamed Hagrid, who was still his classmate.

When Hagrid, whose parents died, was dismissed and desperate, it was Dumbledore who left him and gave him the job of hunting ground guard and key custodian.

Faced with Hagrid like this, how could they bear to tell the cruel facts?

But they all understand that Hagrid will know this sooner or later. Not to mention that Hagrid was at Hogwarts now, even if he never came back outside, the news of Dumbledore's death would soon reach his ears.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore is dead."

Just as the three of them sighed and felt bored, Luna's dreamy voice suddenly rang.

Although her voice is as soft and erratic as ever, if it is in a noisy place, it may even be easily overlooked.

But at this moment, her words were no less than a thunderstorm, which suddenly smashed everyone's scalp.

"Wh...what?" Hagrid's hand holding the dragon meat trembled slightly, and then frowned slightly, "Miss Lovegood, you can't make a joke..."

With the heavy atmosphere just now, even if Hagrid didn't believe it at all, he felt a little more anxious.

His words fell slightly, and then there was another silence.

Hagrid looked back and forth at the faces of the four children, and the depression in his heart grew more and more. He took away the dragon meat on his face, spread his hands out in a mess, letting half of the green dragon blood drip onto his shoulders.

"Don't stop talking! Why... Is it popular among students to organize pranks? It was invented by the Weasley twins again..."

"It's not funny at all! I said, hello...please, please give me some reaction, huh?"

"Hagrid--" Hermione raised her head abruptly, staring directly at Hagrid who was a little confused, "Luna was not joking...but...Professor Dumbledore must be for us...for Hogwarts... his expression is calm..."

She talked intermittently, trying to find something to comfort Hagrid, but she never knew what to say. After speaking incoherently for a while, she finally looked away with red eyes.

"...I'm sorry."

Hermione didn't know why she apologized, perhaps because of her weakness, or some other reason-she didn't know.

"Is this...really?"

Hagrid seemed to lose strength all over his body, his hands drooping down, and the dragon meat he had been holding on to his hands fell to the ground with a snap.

"...is true?"

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Harry, then at Ron, only to see that they were both dejected. After taking a deep breath, tears welled up in his eyes desperately.

The next to Yaya looked at the dragon meat on the ground, and then at Hagrid with a sad face. After a long hesitation, it still lay quietly on Hagrid's feet, and gently rubbed the side of Hagrid's legs with its head.

At first Hagrid just cried silently, but then the more he cried, the more he couldn't help it, and soon he turned into howling. He said a lot of unintelligible words vaguely, and it seemed extremely painful.

Harry and the others were all sitting with red eyes, waiting for Hagrid silently, and even Luna's mood was significantly lowered.

Probably because last night~IndoMTL.com~ both the professors and the Maca who arrived later put on a calm appearance in order to stabilize the situation. So that Hermione could even try to calm down and make all kinds of speculations about Dumbledore's death.

Until this moment, Hagrid's crying gave them the most real sense of reality.

Regardless of whether Dumbledore died in real or faked death, at least his body actually appeared in front of everyone.

When everyone recalled Dumbledore's kind face and his kind words amid Hagrid's weeping sound, the sorrow that was suppressed deep inside finally broke out completely.

Like warm happiness, sadness is sometimes an infectious disease. Hagrid's crying infected the children without a trace, and the salty tears slipped uncontrollably.

Luna sniffed, rubbed the corner of her eye lightly with her sleeve, and looked at everyone seriously.

"I didn't cry when my mother died, because my mother didn't like someone crying..." she said, "Only tears of joy can flow to the full. Professor Dumbledore...definitely would not want to see sadness. Tears."