harry potter book of crimes

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

Behind him, there was a thick black traveling cloak hanging on the back of the sofa. It was just like him, not only in tatters but also stained everywhere.

And in the shadow behind the sofa, an oversized package that could hold two and a half Harrys was placed on the ground. It was unknown what was inside the bulging package.

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

As for Harry and Ron, they sat obediently on the wood pile in the fireplace and on a dirty wooden barrel that was upside down.

By the way, Hagrid’s big dog Tooth is squatting next to the table at the back. It is staring at the table while drooling brightly.

"Hagrid, where have you been during this time? What happened to you? How did you end up like this..." Harry couldn't help but ask again.

This hunting cabin has been vacant for a long time, and looking at Hagrid's appearance, it was obvious that he had just returned. Because no one had cleaned it for a long time, a thin layer of dust had accumulated everywhere in the cabin.

But now, no one has time to take care of these small things.

"I told you, it's okay!"

Hagrid said stubbornly, picked up the umbrella leaning against the fireplace, and pointed into the fire. Suddenly, more flames burst out from the pile of firewood, and he licked harder and harder.

a copper kettle on an iron stand.

The fire crackled softly and exploded with a large number of sparks, causing Hermione to move her feet further to prevent the splashed flames from igniting her trouser legs.

"Come on, Hagrid!" Ron looked at his embarrassed look and said, "Your face basically says everything you need to say, so you don't have to hide it from us, right?"

"My face? No, isn't it nothing?" Hagrid straightened up and patted his cheek hard, but frowned in pain, "Um...oh! I can see you again, this is really exciting.

Happy... aren't you?"

"Hagrid!"

When Hermione saw him trying to change the subject clumsily, her eyes widened and she called him dissatisfied.

"Seriously, were you beaten by someone? Now that you are like this, you look as miserable as you can be!" Harry asked, still worried, "Is it... Voldemort?"

"Don't mention that name!" Hagrid sighed hard, then scratched his scalp and said, "Okay, okay, I did encounter a little mistake, but it's really nothing - it will be fine tomorrow, I believe

Do not believe?"

"The most important thing is that this has nothing to do with that - well, you know who it is - and 'that person'. It has nothing to do with it at all, completely, completely!"

After saying that, Hagrid waved his hand, then stood up and walked to the table on the other side of the hut. He first used his feet to push away Fang who was squatting in front of the table, and then lifted up the huge tea towel covering the table.

Now everyone finally knew that Yaya, who was usually noisy, had been staring at the table quietly since they came in.

Because hidden under the huge tea towel was a piece of raw meat that was larger than a car tire.

"You don't want to treat us to that, do you?" Ron stared at the suspicious piece of meat and said, "It looks like... it's poisonous?"

As Ron said, this big piece of meat looks really bad.

Although you can't tell what kind of creature the meat is, just by looking at the cut surface oozing with green blood, no one would want to put it in their mouth.

"It's not poisonous, that's what it looks like originally - it's dragon meat," Hagrid said, "Peruvian Venomous Dragon... dragon meat is non-toxic, but I have no intention of eating it."

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

Immediately, he began to hum comfortably.

"Well... it feels much better," Hagrid said sideways, "You see, dragon meat with blood has 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 regret.

"What's wrong?" Hagrid said strangely, "It's true. Dumbledore has studied the use of dragon blood. If you are injured in the future -"

When he said this, he suddenly sighed and said: "Look what I said... you'd better not get hurt, the feeling of pain is not good..."

"Hagrid!"

Harry couldn't help it anymore and raised his voice to interrupt Hagrid's ramblings.

"Um?"

Even Hagrid had noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere. He looked at the three little lions with solemn faces and hesitated to stop what he was saying.

"Aren't we talking about dragon blood?" Hagrid asked hesitantly, "...what happened?"

Under Hagrid's questioning eyes, Harry, who had spoken first just now, opened his mouth again, but found that he didn't know what to say. Ron lowered his head slightly, mumbling something, not knowing what he was saying.

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Hermione wanted to speak several times, but the words she should say were stuck in her throat, and she was in a dilemma.

All three of them knew that Hagrid had always regarded Dumbledore as his biggest benefactor.

When the Chamber of Secrets was opened for the first time, Voldemort, who was the one who opened it, blamed Hagrid, who was still his classmate.

When Hagrid, whose parents had died, was unjustly expelled and was desperate, it was Dumbledore who kept him and gave him the job of gamekeeper and key keeper.

Facing Hagrid like this, how could they bear to tell the cruel truth?

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

of.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore is dead."

Just when the three of them were holding their breath and feeling depressed, Luna's sleepy voice suddenly sounded.

Although her voice was as soft and erratic as ever, it could even be easily ignored in a noisier place.

But at this moment, her words were no less than a thunder, striking everyone's scalp.

"Wha...what?" Hagrid's hand holding the dragon flesh trembled slightly, and then he frowned slightly and said, "Miss Lovegood, you can't make such a joke..."

With the heavy atmosphere just now as a foreshadowing, even though Hagrid didn't believe it at all, he felt a little more uneasy in his heart.

His words trailed off for a moment, and then there was silence again.

Hagrid looked back and forth at the faces of the four children, feeling more and more depressed. He took away the dragon meat from his face, spread his hands and moved them around impatiently, letting half of his face be covered with green dragon blood.

It flowed freely to the shoulders.

"Don't be silent! Why...is it popular among students to form pranks now? It was the Weasley twins who invented it..."

"This is not funny at all! I said, hey...please give me some reaction, eh?"

"Hagrid -" Hermione suddenly raised her head, looked directly at the confused and uneasy Hagrid and said, "Luna is not kidding...but...Professor Dumbledore must be for us...for Hogwart."

Now...his expression is very calm..."

She spoke intermittently, trying to find some words to comfort Hagrid, but she always didn't know what to say. After a while of incoherence, she finally looked away with red eyes.

"……Feel sorry."

Hermione didn't know why she wanted to apologize, maybe it was because of her own weakness, or some other reason - she didn't know.

"This is real?"

Hagrid seemed to have lost all his strength. His hand suddenly dropped, and the dragon meat he had been holding in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

"……it is true?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Harry and then Ron, only to see that they both looked downcast. After taking a deep breath, tears poured out of his eyes desperately.

Yaya next to him looked at the dragon meat on the ground, and then at Hagrid with a sad face. After hesitating for a while, he quietly lay down at Hagrid's feet and gently rubbed his head against Hagrid's.

side of the leg.

At first, Hagrid just cried silently. Then the more he cried, the more he couldn't help it. Soon it turned into howling. He mumbled a lot of words that were inaudible and looked extremely painful.

Harry and the others all sat with red eyes, silently waiting for Hagrid. Even Luna's mood was obviously much lower.

Probably because last night, both the professors and Maka, who arrived later, put on a calm appearance in order to stabilize the situation. So much so that Hermione could even try to calm down and make various changes to Dumbledore's death.

Speculation.

It was only at this moment that Hagrid's crying gave them the most real feeling.

Regardless of whether Dumbledore was really dead or faked, at least his body actually appeared in front of everyone.

When everyone recalled Dumbledore's kind face and kind words amidst Hagrid's crying, the sadness that had been suppressed deep in their hearts finally burst out.

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

Luna sniffed, gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and looked at everyone seriously.

"I didn't cry when my mother passed away, because my mother didn't like people crying..." she said, "Only tears of joy can flow freely, and Professor Dumbledore... definitely wouldn't want to see tears of sadness.

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