Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

For friends.

This premise is the best stepping stone for Hagrid to lower his vigilance. Of course, this is assuming that this big man has such a thing as vigilance.

However, Jodi does somewhat want to know about Yao Jinniang's past. After all, this unlucky girl helped him, and Jodi may continue to trouble her in the future.

"She doesn't talk much about what happened back then, so I'm curious about what kind of person she was back then." Jody picked up a piece of rock biscuit out of curiosity.

"Myrtle, her full name is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren. She doesn't like to be called Myrtle. In fact, the girl is quite kind, but the big-framed glasses are too weird and...

She is always laughed at because of her weird taste.

After the accident, she almost turned into a ghost. During that time, she had been pestering the girl who always bullied her. If the Ministry of Magic hadn't been involved, I'm afraid... I basically only know her after the accident. She is better than

I'm two grades above her, and we don't have much contact... Did you come to me because you heard about the cause of her death?"

Jodi shook his head, "I only know that she seemed to have been killed by some monster... some kind of magical creature."

"It's not just magical creatures!" Hagrid looked very excited. "Most ordinary magical creatures don't have such a strong desire to attack. They will only stand up and resist when their territory is violated. The one who killed her was a

This is what a dark magical creature can only do."

"Sir, I don't quite understand, what is a dark magical creature?"

Hagrid thought for a moment, not caring whether what he said was suitable for a first-year student to hear, "Black magical creatures are generally man-made. They represent distortion and perversion, and they are born to endure great pain.

, it’s the pain that makes them sensitive.”

"Then why don't you clean them all up?" Jody answered subconsciously.

Hagrid seemed to be shocked. He winced and muttered, "Cleaning... you really used an unceremonious word."

"Um, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, most people would think so. I had this thought when I was just expelled from school...until Professor Dumbledore introduced me to Mr. Scamander for help."

Jody was sure she heard correctly, "Scamanda? Are you talking about the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

"Of course, I worked with that gentleman for two years, and then the mysterious man became more and more difficult for me to deal with before I returned to Hogwarts to assist Mr. Dumbledore." Speaking of the time working with Newt, Hagrid said

I was very excited, "It was that gentleman who helped me get out of those darker days. He was always upset that he could not help those dark creatures entangled by evil."

"The number one reason why the dark creatures cannot be exterminated is that some of these creatures are originally the same people as you and me." Hagrid said while rummaging through his notebook from the shelf.

"Werewolves and werewolves are typical examples. These dark creatures appeared in the era of elves' invasion. In order to fight against the powerful elves, people had to resort to the power of monsters."

The open notebook was placed in front of Jodi. On it was a drawing of a roaring werewolf. Under the dark blue fur were strong muscles. His bloodthirsty eyes privately glanced at him as he stood there, constantly searching around.

Saliva dripped from his grinning teeth, "Vampires come from people's mistaken pursuit of immortality, but those who made mistakes have long since disappeared from history, and those living now are just those who bear the curse."

Poor guy."

"Poor people? But the ones you mentioned, including werewolves and vampires, have all brought disaster." Jody said he couldn't understand.

Then Hagrid said a rather classic saying, "They are just sick and need treatment."

Jodi thought for a while and gave up the objection. Hagrid was a hybrid giant with a naturally high magic resistance and a thick blood bar. He looked at the problem from a different angle that ordinary people could understand.

Treatment? If electroshock therapy counts, you can give it a try.

"Then have you really raised dark creatures as they said?" Jody asked tentatively.

Hagrid shook his head decisively, "Of course not. Human life is higher than other creatures at any time. I am not sure of helping them. I have to ensure the safety of the students first."

After speaking, Hagrid looked out the window. The sun had set and night had fallen. "The land where Hogwarts is located is home to a large number of magical creatures that existed in ancient times, as well as a large number of aborigines of the demi-human race. It's just that with

Just getting along with them is enough to keep me busy."

Jodi chewed on the rock cake silently. After getting used to the hardness, it felt quite fragrant. He could bring some to Robert as souvenirs when he went back. "My current situation is somewhat similar to those dark magical creatures?" he said with a slight hint.

He said this in a confused tone.

Hagrid was very concerned about his sudden sadness, "Hey, why do you say that?"

"I was sorted into Slytherin, but I'm not a pureblood. In fact, I came from an orphanage. I might just be a... Mudblood like they said. I don't fit in with them."

Hagrid looked very angry, "Slytherin! Oh, Slytherin. Don't say that. The Sorting Hat must have a purpose for sorting you into Slytherin. This is your test. Look at me! Look.

Me." Hagrid straightened up and waved his arms continuously to show off his exaggerated figure.

"I am a half-blood giant. Compared with ordinary Muggle children, I even look like a dark creature. I once had the opportunity to go to school, but I failed to take advantage of it. They broke my wand. If it hadn't been for

Mr. Dumbledore, I may still be wandering outside now."

"Hey~" Hagrid knelt down in front of Jody. He seemed to want to make himself look closer, so he made himself as small as possible, "If there are any more brats from Slytherin who want to trouble you.

, you can also hide here with me. I welcome your visit at any time."

The small problems caused by Slytherin actually didn't bother him as much as Jody said. He believed that in just a few months he would be able to gain enough leverage to help him deal with the childish behavior of those brats.

Just some small lessons.

But in any case, Hagrid's warm-heartedness was not fake at all. Jodi was really touched at this time, "Thank you, sir."

"Stop calling me Sir, just call me Hagrid!" Hagrid looked much more relaxed, "Let's have some soup! It's definitely too late for you to go back for dinner now."

...Jordy tried not to think about what was in the bowl when eating dinner. If he didn't care about the appearance, the taste was barely acceptable.

During the casual chat during dinner, Jody just guided Hagrid a little and began to talk about the three-headed dog Luwei he bought from a Greek guy this year. At this time, it was placed in the Centaur tribe deep in the Forbidden Forest.

nearby.

"...Since you are so curious, let me look for it. Here it is! This page, hmm~ This is the Red-crowned Spotted Chicken."

Seeing the strange animal in the illustration with its feathers in pieces and its skin covered with tumors, the only adjective Jodi could think of was 'horrible'.

In addition, Jodi also heard unexpected news.

When Hagrid was in school, there was a boy in Slytherin who was in a similar situation to Jody. He also came from an orphanage and had a suspicious bloodline, but before he discovered that he belonged to an ancient pure-blood family, he was already in the family.

Slytherin found his place.

That man's name is Tom Riddle.

That is the later Voldemort.