Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

After the accident, George and the two were entrusted to the troops. Professor Quirrell, who hurried from the castle after a few breaths, took over the two little guys.

"Professor, what happened? Where is Hagrid? Where is my brother?" George obviously didn't want to stay quiet.

Quirrell also looked nervous, but he only knew that he had received help, and he couldn't guess what exactly happened.

"Don't worry. Although Hagrid looks scary, he is still reliable. He will bring your brother back. All you have to do now is follow me."

Miles was gloating about his misfortune. He thought he was too smart for insisting on being on the same team as Hagrid.

Hagrid was having a heated argument with the centaurs at this time, and things were a bit complicated.

The bullet casings were collected from all around and handed over to Hagrid, but the Centaur leader still insisted on interviewing Dumbledore.

Hagrid was not in the mood to continue wasting time here. If he wanted to find Professor Dumbledore, he should let him do it! Hagrid ended the conversation with a wave of his hands in disgust, and with one hand he took the sleeping Jody and

Trevor hugged him.

The scratches on Fang's back were also treated with medicine by the troops, and it limped to Hagrid's feet.

"Oh, Yaya~ Good boy, hold on, we're going home right now."

As if in response, Yaya hummed twice and still walked to the front of the team and opened the way.

"Weasley!" Hagrid quickly walked out of the sight of the centaurs and stopped Fred with a serious look on his face. "Arthur has been working in the Ministry of Magic for so many years. I believe there are some things you should know. In the wizarding world,

There are some taboos between them."

"Are you talking about the props that Joyce used just now?" Fred is a very smart child, how could he not think of what Hagrid was talking about.

"Don't tell anyone about that... Muggle prop. It's very important!" Hagrid glanced at the two students in his arms, with guilt on his face. "I messed up again, I should have taken care of you."

Hello you guys. This is supposed to be an easy job, I thought if you were lucky you might even see a unicorn."

"Hagrid!" Quirrell, who was following the trail with two students, spotted several people.

"Ah, they're here. Let's go back to school right now!" Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief obviously. "You all performed well tonight. I will tell the deans that you should be rewarded for your courage.

.”

…

The depths of the Forbidden Forest are always filled with mist.

The moonlight passed through the gaps between the leaves and was trapped by the mist. It showed its shape among the trees, like a demon spirit in the night.

The tall wizard walked through the darkness and ran into the arms of the demon spirit. The moonlight entangled him and illuminated his long white beard.

The eyes under the half-moon eyes swept across the jungle that had just experienced chaos, and the wand with countless segments was tapping lightly in the air.

Two copper-yellow projectiles flew from the darkness and landed on his hand.

Dumbledore looked at the palm of his hand quietly, and couldn't help but recall some past events in his mind.

No one can fully read all the emotions in this great man's eyes, his nostalgia, regret, attachment and hatred.

In the end, he casually threw away the bullet casing in his hand and left it in the forest.

"Dumbledore?" The all-white leader of the centaurs walked out of the darkness, "It's really you."

"Maria! My old friend, the Forbidden Forest seems to be particularly lively today." Dumbledore returned to his always calm and calm look.

"You should know that your students actually carry Muggle weapons!"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded lightly, "He comes from Muggles, so it's not surprising that he would carry their things. Times have changed, and more and more young wizards will come from Muggles.

Stand out among the melons. Bring new ideas, new things, and a more appropriate way of getting along between wizards and Muggles."

"Balance will be trampled on!" Hjalma took a step forward with a stern voice.

"Nothing remains unchanged forever." Dumbledore was unmoved. "Balance is being trampled on every moment, and a new balance will be built on the broken balance."

"Hmph, no matter what, I still can't allow those evil iron boxes to appear near the tribe. Don't let me find them again!"

Dumbledore lowered his head to apologize, "I try my best, but only by making them feel safe can they truly let down their guard. Otherwise, even without those iron boxes, their guard will be revealed in other ways."

"Humph!" Maria didn't intend to dwell on this matter anymore, "The unicorns were frightened, and they seemed unwilling to go back to the depths. This is not a good thing. There will never be that mystery on the outside.

Safe in the depths of shelter.”

"After the fall of Voldemort, these dark creatures have been suppressed like never before. The Ministry of Magic seems to have plans to kill them all this time." Dumbledore expressed his concern, "No matter what they do, I will not be surprised."

"But attacking a unicorn would be too much."

"Sorry, our friends. I will report it to the Ministry of Magic, but they may not pay attention to these things. In fact, they are currently busy recruiting the remnants of the Death Eaters and are very busy."

"I heard that the new Ministry of Magic hopes to abolish Hogwarts' status as a neutral institution and drag him into the Ministry of Magic's order?" When mentioning the Ministry of Magic, Maya showed a look of disgust, "You

You won’t let it happen, right?”

He didn't expect Dumbledore to show confusion. Maya was sure that she was right, "Yes, maybe."

Human politics is not something that centaurs can understand, and Marya has no intention of having a deep conversation. "I will convey the abnormality here to the Druid Church, but I must remind you that these dark creatures are not aimless and wanton.

Destruction. They have a clear purpose."

"We have been together in this land for so long, and I understand what Hogwarts means to you. If necessary, the Druid Church is willing to lend a helping hand."

Dumbledore nodded slightly under the moonlight, "Maybe."

…

"...I'm sorry Madam Pomfrey, I promise there will never be another accident."

While Jodi was still asleep, he heard the dissatisfied voice swirling around his head.

Hagrid hunched over and apologized softly, just like a child who had made a mistake.

"Ah, he's awake!" Madam Pomfrey immediately noticed that Jody had opened his eyes, and she leaned in front of Jody to carefully examine his injuries.

Jodi's severely sprained arm was wrapped in a large mass of sticky stuff, and his arm was constantly bubbling in the green translucent liquid.

"This is the mucus of stone-shelled snails, which has certain repair functions. Your sprain is very serious, but luckily no bones are injured. You should be able to be discharged from the hospital later today, dear." Madam Pomfrey teased Qiao kindly.

The hair on Di's forehead, "Looks like he's in good spirits."

"Stone shell snails are not easy to raise. They reproduce very slowly. But these mucus are good things, just like the mother's amniotic fluid. Who can heal faster than a baby?" Seeing Jodi wake up,

Hagrid was obviously very happy. He straightened up in a relaxed mood and spoke very inappropriate metaphors.

"That's enough! You loudspeaker, get out of the hospital, my patients all need a rest!" Madam Pomfrey turned to Hagrid and changed into the look of a hen guarding her chicks.

"No, Madam Pomfrey, please don't do this. I have something to ask Mr. Hagrid." Jody stopped him quickly.