A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Hagrid's cabin took on new life in the cold winter night, and wisps of green smoke slowly rose from the chimney, as if it was a welcome signal.

Those small and ancient "field" windows reveal warm golden light. They shine in the night, like pairs of warm eyes, watching the falling snowflakes in the sky.

Harry's heart was filled with eager anticipation, and his pace involuntarily quickened, almost running towards the cabin. Ron and Neville followed closely behind, leaving a trail of footprints on the snow. Before they could knock on the door, the sound of a dog barking came from inside the house.

"Tooth...get out of the way..." Hagrid's rough and friendly voice came from behind the door, followed by the sound of the bolt being pulled and the wooden door creaking.

As the door slowly opened, Hagrid's huge head poked out, with a tired smile on his face.

The three Harrys looked at his injured face and couldn't help but gasp. Hagrid had obvious bruises on his hands and face, but he still waved them into the house warmly. He carefully drew the curtains so that Filch wouldn't catch them breaking curfew.

"Look, I'm a prefect now!" Ron proudly showed off the badge on his chest, his words full of confidence, "With me here, you won't be caught for violating the curfew."

Hagrid tried his best to open his swollen eyes, the purple eyelids were like rotten and swollen rotten tomatoes. He smiled through the small gap.

"Hagrid, are you hurt?" Harry's eyes were full of concern.

Hagrid's face and hands were covered with scars, some of which were scarred, and some of which were still oozing with bright red blood. His hair looked as if it had been torn apart by a lion, and it was as messy as a bird's nest.

Hagrid nodded slowly and limped towards the wall. Every step he took seemed cautious, and there were obviously injuries elsewhere. Harry looked at him and suspected that Hagrid might have broken ribs.

Neville remained silent after entering the room. After thinking for a moment, he put his hand into his pocket and took out some dried herbs.

"I have some herbs here that may be able to help you." He took them out and introduced, "Bai Xian has strong healing ability and can heal superficial wounds; marigolds are miraculous in treating fractures and stopping bleeding; and Rosemary and sage relieve pain..."

"Thank you." Hagrid's voice was low and gentle. He did not refuse Neville's kindness, but slowly poured hot tea for them.

The snow came very early this year. Before Halloween, the hills and plains of the Scottish Highlands were already covered with thick layers of snow, turning into a vast white field of snow.

The plants in the Forbidden Forest also withered early and fell asleep under the ice and snow. The herbs that were usually used for treatment were now nowhere to be found.

In this cold season, the preciousness of herbs is self-evident, and Neville's generosity made Hagrid feel warm in his heart. He smiled, feeling genuinely happy that Harry had made such a kind new friend.

"Where's Hermione? She didn't come with you?" he said, walking towards the huge wooden table in the middle of the hut.

Ron sneered, with a hint of sourness and disdain in his tone: "Miss Granger spends the whole day with Ariana, or goes to the Jackdaw Magic Club to play with the dark wizards of Slytherin, so she won't think of us. Woolen cloth."

Hearing Ron's sarcasm and sarcasm, Neville couldn't help but retort, defending the Magic Society and Hermione: "The Jackdaw Magic Society not only has students from Slytherin, but also students from other colleges..."

"Huh, maybe Rogge is recruiting his followers? Maybe after he graduates, he will form his own ambition club, just like the Dark Lord once did." Ron's words were full of sarcasm, and he was obviously interested in Members of the Jackdaw Society hold strong prejudices.

If Neville's parents were not members of the Order of the Phoenix, he might even suspect that Longbottom was Rogge's spy who broke into their ranks.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two became tense again, Harry quickly interrupted their conversation and tried to divert the topic: "Hagrid, have you been attacked?" His voice was full of concern.

"I'm fine!" Hagrid emphasized loudly, "Nothing's wrong at all."

Although his words were firm, Harry, Ron and Neville could all see that Hagrid had obviously been beaten up by someone with greater strength.

"If one of our faces turned into meat paste, would you say it's okay?" Ron couldn't help but say.

"I'll say it again! I'm fine!" Hagrid insisted.

"Why don't you go see Madam Pomfrey." Ron glanced at the herbs and tried to show concern: "Those herbs may not be useful for your injury..."

"I'll take care of it, okay!" Hagrid interrupted Ron in a rough voice, obviously not wanting to continue discussing this topic.

His thick hands removed the tea towel on the table, revealing the bloody dragon meat underneath. Its color is bright green and its size is slightly larger than a car tire. The blood dripped from the dragon's flesh, and a strange and spicy smell filled the air.

"You won't eat this, will you? It looks poisonous." Harry asked curiously, his eyes fixed on the unusual piece of meat.

"This is dragon meat, I'm not going to eat it." He said, applying the piece of dragon meat to his injured face, and green dragon blood dripped on his thick beard.

Hagrid closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then hummed with satisfaction. Harry could feel that the piece of dragon meat seemed to be easing Hagrid's pain.

However, he was more curious about where Hagrid had been during this period and why he was covered in scars. However, no matter how he asked, Hagrid kept his mouth shut and refused to reveal any information.

Finally, he even stared at them in a stern tone, muttering "nosy".

But Hagrid was not a person who was good at keeping secrets. He was straightforward and not good at hiding his thoughts. Harry and Ron used clever questions and set language traps to quickly find out Hagrid's secret mission.

It turned out that during the summer vacation, Hagrid acted together with the headmaster of Beauxbatons, the giantess Madame Maxime. They embarked on a journey to find giants with the mission and gifts given by Dumbledore.

"Why doesn't the headmaster go by himself?" Harry asked curiously. He was confused about the purpose of this mission. "You have to walk all the way there. This is..."

"Giants don't like magic. If we use the Floo Network, we may be discovered by the Ministry of Magic." Hagrid took a big sip of black tea and lowered his voice, revealing the risks of using the Floo Network. "The headmaster suspects that the Ministry of Magic has spies from the Dark Lord."

"Giants!" Harry and the other two looked at each other and finally understood what Hagrid's secret mission was.

"It was indeed a long journey. Fortunately, Orim accompanied me. She is so gentle and beautiful!" Hagrid laughed a few times, and the wound on his face immediately hurt him so much that he gritted his teeth.

But these physical pains could not affect the joy in his heart. In his heart, Orim Maxim was like a goddess. Being able to travel with her was simply the most wonderful thing in the world.

"We went over the ridge one day and they were right below us," Hagrid recalled, his voice full of excitement, "Little bonfires, big shadows... giants move like mountains."

The three of them quickly asked a series of questions to learn more about the giants. They learned that the situation of the giants was not optimistic. What Hagrid saw was the last giant tribe in the world, with only seventy or eighty people left. A long time ago, there were at least more than a hundred such tribes in the world.

Hagrid followed Dumbledore's guidance and presented a gift to the tribal leader, Gogo Kakus.

"All giant leaders are called Gogo, but Kakus is the biggest, ugliest, and laziest!" Hagrid couldn't help laughing when he thought of Kakus's appearance.

On the first day, they gave everyone a Gublerite. It was a torch made by Dumbledore that burned forever, symbolizing friendship and warmth. There was a commotion in the camp, but Hagrid followed Dumbledore's instructions and did not choose to talk.

On the second day, they gave Gogo a beautiful helmet. This helmet was made by goblins, indestructible, and represented respect and honor. Akus was somewhat tempted, and Hagrid told them his intention.

However, just when the two sides were about to reach an agreement, tragedy struck. That night, Akus was killed, and the giant tribe replaced the new Gooko. Hagrid gave the third gift, a large roll of dragon skin, to the new leader, Gogoma, as planned.

This gift is not only practical, but also regarded as a symbol of great power and supreme glory in giant culture. Hagrid hopes that through this gift, he can rebuild trust with the new leader and continue the previous communication.

However, the new Gooko Gogoma only accepted the gift, but turned a deaf ear to Dumbledore's goodwill and request for alliance. He even ordered his men to tie Hagrid up. If it weren't for Madame Maxime's timely magic rescue, Hagrid might have died in the hands of the giant.

Later, they learned that the Death Eaters sent by Voldemort tempted the new leader with generous gifts, and even the killing of the old leader Gooko might have been a conspiracy planned by the Death Eaters.

Harry stared at Hagrid's bloodstained face with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and asked, "Why did you come back so late? Sirius said that Madam Maxime had gone back a long time ago."

Hagrid knew that Harry was determined to find out who beat him, and he couldn't help but feel a headache. He also knew that his mouth had no zipper, and Harry could easily get the information he wanted from him.

"You should go back!" Hagrid pushed open the door, and the cold wind rushed in with snowflakes as big as plates, bringing a biting cold.

He obviously didn't want to continue the previous topic, hoping that Harry, Ron and Neville could leave to avoid further questioning. He pointed to the castle that was vaguely visible in the wind and snow, and reminded them: "Go back quickly, it's getting late."

Harry sighed helplessly, and although he was reluctant, he was pushed out of the door by Hagrid. Just as they were about to leave, Hagrid suddenly said, "Hermione is a good wizard, she often visits me."

"She is also my friend, can you be friends too?"

Ron immediately retorted without waiting for Harry to respond, "Friends? Unless she leaves the Jackdaw Magic Society and joins our Lionheart Shield, just like Neville."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "But we don't have a vice-president position in Lionheart Shield."

Hagrid scratched his big head, as if recalling something, and muttered, "James seemed to have a small organization back then."

He thought his voice was low, but in the silent night, it shook the snow on the eaves like a subwoofer.

Harry stared at Hagrid's face, and before he could ask more about his father James, he heard Filch's complaining voice.

Although Ron was a prefect, if Filch caught them together, they would still be reported to Professor McGonagall and the principal.

"Go back quickly." Hagrid waved his hand, picked up the fallen dragon meat, and reattached it to the wound on his face.

Although his behavior of chasing people away was rough and direct, it also revealed a trace of reluctance, and he obviously enjoyed the brief reunion with Harry and the others.

The next morning, the world was completely white. Halloween is a week away. Roger walked into the castle through two feet of snow carrying a suitcase.

It contains a hundred potions to prevent the snake-man virus, which can make Muggle blood immune to the snake-man virus. If a person takes a whole tube alone, he can be free from all blood diseases.

"The quantity of potions is too small." Dumbledore looked at the test tubes shining with blue light in front of him and said softly: "Even if you use thunderbirds to spread them, you can only save a hundred cities."

Snape stood aside, examining the potion's formula. With sharp eyes, he quickly noticed an unusual ingredient in the formula - snake marrow juice. He raised his head and glanced at Rogge, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Does this snake marrow juice come from the snake people?"

"Is there any way to increase production?" Dumbledore carefully put the potion in his hand back into the box, glanced at Snape and then turned to Rogge.

Dumbledore obviously hopes that Snape can also provide his own insights and provide some constructive suggestions to improve the formula in order to achieve large-scale production of medicine to prevent the snake-man virus.

But Snape was very satisfied with his students' potion work. First of all, the materials used in potions are not precious, and there are no specific requirements for celestial phenomena, which is very rare in potion making.

The most important thing is that each potion only takes 1 hour to brew, which proves the efficiency and high output capability of the formula.

Snape sincerely believed that this was an excellent potion work. Even he himself can't do everything so thoughtfully. As for the production problem, he attributed it to the sheer size of the Muggle world's population.

Rogge thought for a moment, then pretended to be in trouble and said: "The output of herbal medicine in the magic world is roughly fixed, and the snake marrow juice inside needs to be obtained from vipers, which itself is not a commonly used resource."

He highlighted what the problems were in limiting production and laid the groundwork for the proposals to come.

"Actually, I have a more bold recipe." Rogge said, handing the second piece of parchment to Dumbledore, with helplessness written all over his face, "Unless it is made with ingredients from snakemen, Only the antidote can ensure a sufficient quantity..."

"This is impossible!" Dumbledore interrupted sharply. He frowned tightly and pressed the second recipe firmly under his hand.

Sure enough, he couldn't accept using snake people to brew potions. This formula touched Dumbledore's moral bottom line. He would not consider any solution that violated the dignity of life, even if it was to save more lives.

Snape looked over curiously, secretly guessing that the formula that Dumbledore firmly rejected might involve the use of the brains of snake-men.

In the eyes of a good potion master, anything in the world can become a potion ingredient.

"We will make it according to the first recipe." Dumbledore said firmly, his decision unquestionable, "How many potions can you prepare before Christmas?"

Rogge hesitated for a moment, then confessed: "I have already bought all the materials from the British magical community. Minister Amelia is willing to help contact other magical communities, but they require half of the potions to be shared."

"Huh?" A trace of confusion flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he asked, "Why do they need so many antidotes?"

"Principal, in addition to the other side of the Atlantic, Muggles in other places also need this potion." Rogge sighed secretly. Dumbledore said nothing about Galleons, apparently asking him to provide these potions for free.

Considering that he had secretly concealed the sword, he gave this box of magic potion away as a free gift. However, he will not continue to be prostituted by Dumbledore for nothing.

Therefore, Rogge took the opportunity to purchase raw materials and contacted the Ministry of Magic in advance. When Minister Amelia learned about the effect of the antidote, she immediately understood its importance.

Her first reaction was to use the thunderbird's ability to rain down the antidote to every city and village in the UK in order to protect more Muggles from the threat of the snake-man virus.

As for the Americas and other places hit by the virus, Amelia could only say sorry in her heart.