Everyday Players at Hogwarts

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. Harry, Ron and Ryan left the lounge and prepared to head towards Hagrid's hut outside the castle.

When they came out of the sixth floor and went down to the fifth floor, the stairs suddenly turned and the exit turned into another direction of the fourth floor. It was a door, the entrance to the restricted corridor on the fourth floor.

Originally, they could just turn back when they found that they had taken the wrong path. However, Mrs. Norris found them. After a while, before they had time to wait for the stairs to turn around and go downstairs, Filch appeared and made a fuss again, saying that they deliberately wanted to break into the restricted area and threatened to lock them in the dungeon.

Just when Ryan couldn't help but petrify this weird old man, Snape appeared.

"Filch? What's going on." Snape said in a slow voice.

"Professor Snape, these two students want to break into the restricted area on the fourth floor." Filch said hurriedly.

"Oh, why do I feel that they have taken the wrong way." Snape said.

"Yes, professor, we are going to find Hagrid. I didn't pay attention when I went downstairs." Harry stared at the pair of green eyes.

"That's it." Ron echoed.

"Filch, is there anything else?" Snape turned his head slightly, frowning.

"Nothing." Then Filch hugged Mrs. Norris and left cursing.

"Okay, Potter, Weasley, remember, go back to the common room early in the evening." Snape's sallow face was still wooden, and he shook his black long cloak and turned away.

"Harry, what Dudley said must be true, he must be friends with your mother." Ron took a deep breath and said with a sense of survival.

"Why?" Harry was very confused.

"Harry, I wonder if anyone has told you that you look exactly like your father, except for your eyes, which are the same as your mother's." Ryan finished eating the melon and prompted.

"Ah, so Professor Snape blamed my father for angering Voldemort and killing my mother, so he looked at me with such disgust during the sorting?"

"Yes, that must be the case." Harry guessed confidently, and Ryan was speechless.

Then, they left the castle and walked across the field toward the cottage at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

There was a crossbow and a pair of rubber overshoes in front of the gate, still in the original style. Ryan couldn't help but look at the crooked tree not far away. That tree was the tree where he often stayed when he used the Phoenix incarnation.

For a period of time, he was madly observing the relationship between Hagrid and the Forbidden Forest, and all these gains were used in the construction of the new Smith Castle.

When Harry knocked on the door, they heard a tense struggle and a few low barks from the house.

This should be Fang. Although Fang is timid, he is very friendly. Look, he smelled the smell of strangers through the door.

Sure enough, Hagrid's voice came from behind the door. He repeatedly gave the command for Fang to step back. After a long time, Hagrid opened the door a crack, revealing his thick and messy eyebrows and beetle-like black eyes.

Then Hagrid let them in, while desperately grabbing the collar of a huge black hound.

The cabin had only one room.

There were hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, water was boiling in a copper kettle in the brazier, and a large bed was placed in the corner, with a quilt made of rags.

Hagrid also let go of the collar, and then the enthusiastic giant dog avoided Ryan, threw Ron to the ground, and smeared Ron's cheeks with saliva.

"How is it, Fang is not as fierce as he looks, right? You are the little brother of the Weasley family?" Hagrid looked at Ron's fiery red hair and his freckled face.

At this time, Ron struggled to stand up, pulling his pants to prevent Fang from pulling them off, and Hagrid took out the legendary rock skin cake while making tea and put it on a wooden plate.

"Fortunately, you are a Ravenclaw, unlike your twin brother. I have spent almost half of my life to drive them out of the Forbidden Forest."

"Hagrid, this is Ryan." Harry suddenly pulled Ryan out who was enjoying the rock cake, and Harry showed an expression of surviving a disaster. It seems that the rock cake is too hard and Harry can't appreciate it. In the Harry Potter novels, from his own perspective, the rock cake is a terrible food that can almost make his teeth fall out.

Look, Ryan happened to be eating the cake with relish in front of the invisible man. It is better to die than to die. Isn't this the eternal truth.

"Harry Potter, this kid is really bad." Ryan thought.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention just now." Hagrid stroked his beard and rubbed his eyes.

"It tastes good." Hagrid asked.

"It's very chewy, the filling is beef, with black pepper and onions." Ryan said.

Then, Ryan and Hagrid started to communicate about this issue. Ryan asked the secret of dough elasticity many times. After repeated inquiries, Hagrid reluctantly agreed.

At this time, Hagrid noticed that Harry was still there, and he was a little unhappy.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Hagrid asked with concern, forgetting Ron again. Hagrid's sudden approach almost choked Ron.

Just now when Ryan was talking, Ron found the correct way to eat it. He kept holding it in his mouth until it softened, and then he could just use his tongue to pick out the meat filling and eat it.

"Nothing, it's just that we were caught by Filch when we just came here. It's all Mrs. Norris' fault. We were just lost, but he said we broke into the fourth floor on purpose. Fortunately, Professor Snape rescued us." Harry said gloomily, not noticing that Fang was resting his head on his knees, and his saliva had soaked a large area of ​​his robe.

Ron, who had come back to life after drinking a sip of tea, also nodded in agreement.

"That old idiot! He's always looking for trouble. And that cat, the one called Mrs. Norris, every time I go to school, it follows me wherever I go. I can't get rid of it. It must be the old idiot's order." Hagrid also said depressedly, and Harry and Ron were very happy.

Although Ryan hated Filch, he understood him a little bit in this regard. Hagrid was too careless and always broke something, and also brought in dirt. Filch, a squib, didn't know magic. If it weren't for the magic props and the powerful cleaning agents in the wizarding world, he would probably be exhausted.

Hagrid was also not allowed to use magic, and he could not repair some damage in time.

"Professor Snape? Harry, he helped you out?" Hagrid shouted as if he had discovered a new world, waking Ryan up from his thoughts, which made Ryan "helplessly" pick up another piece of rock cake and eat it.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I mean, what about him? He's not? Oh, these are not what I should say." Hagrid suddenly spoke incoherently, and Harry and Ron frowned.