Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"Nick!? Why are you here? Where are the others?" Under the same full moon, Hagrid, standing at the door of the temple, looked at the smiling ghost in front of him in surprise.

The leather armor still looked the same as it did in the ghost class that day. It was the ghost of the Gryffindor branch, 'Nearly Headless Nick'.

"Hey~ I haven't seen the big guy for a while. Is everything okay outside?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. The students are still in the same spirit. It's just that Dumbledore has left the school and the teachers are a little wary." Seeing the familiar people, Hagrid didn't seem to be at all defensive.

Fortunately, it was Nick who came to pick him up, otherwise he would have suffered a lot if he had started the trial unprepared.

The wand in Nick's hand hung downward. He looked at Hagrid's smiling face and shook his head helplessly, "You still look so unsuspecting... Do you still remember what the principal said to you the year you were expelled?

?"

Hagrid's smile turned wan when he was touched by the sad past, "The principal told me that in this world, not what most people insist on must be correct, but if the right person holds the right hand and has no ability to resist, then it can be considered a rescue.

It will be very difficult for those who want to do anything.”

"You are the incompetent person, aren't you?" The smile on Nick's face suddenly disappeared, and all the playfulness on Nick's originally cynical face suddenly disappeared, leaving only a touch of disgust and condescension.

Contempt.

Hagrid was confused by the sudden change in the atmosphere, "No, I just...I was calculated, and you also know that person is..."

"Many people are afraid of mysterious people, but I always thought you were not one of them."

"I just didn't expect it!" Hagrid continued to argue.

"Weak people have to accept it, right? You have a huge body and your innate strength makes you stronger than others, but you are indeed a weak person. You always like to take care of your little animals.

Is it because you are the same as them?

Who seems to be strong, but is actually the weak one!"

"No, don't be like that, Nick, don't say that." Hagrid's eyebrows lowered, sadness written on his face, "I help those magical creatures just because I like it. I never think that they are weak. They are all very important."

Live hard, work very hard, but in fact I am not as good as most of them."

Even after talking about it, why is this stupid guy still unwilling to grab his own umbrella? Nick sighed secretly.

"...They, they are just insisting. Is it wrong to insist on their own right? Just like what I have always done." As his thoughts accelerated, Hagrid's eyes became a little straight as his brain occupied too much.

, "I was deceived by a bad guy, so do I have to start doubting other innocent people? If I was hurt by others, do I have to be prepared to hurt other people?"

Hagrid spoke tongue-twisting words and had a hard time clearing up his thoughts in his head.

He raised his head and was no longer confused, "I am also adhering to my beliefs and working hard. I think my persistence should not be called weak by you."

Yes, a hybrid giant. His natural resistance to magic, his natural long lifespan, and his luck in inheriting the talent of a wizard mixed together to form this natural jade.

He is by no means a weakling, and his persistence is definitely meaningful.

But what about yourself?

Nick touched his neck and found a gap there.

What about myself who was denied by the thing that protected her, and even lost her life? What does my persistence mean? Can it be said that she is carrying out her beliefs like him?

"I can't let you go, Hagrid." Nick interrupted the conversation and stepped back to a suitable distance.

A default distance on the duel field.

Then he held his wand and issued an invitation to this side, "If you want to pass, you have to defeat me, whether it's with words or force."

"And now it seems that I was foolish to expect your eloquence~"

"Why? Do I want to fight you? No, no, no, this is impossible." Hagrid was still unable to keep up with the rhythm.

But Nick was no longer willing to continue explaining. He took off a small glass bottle from his body. The round bottle contained a liquid that was constantly swirling in the sparkle like a nebula.

"I chose the most comfortable way of fighting during my lifetime, and the Palace of the Holy Spirit helped me restore everything back then. I am not as weak and confused as I was when I was standing here. You have to be careful!"

"No! Nick, you are my friend! You have always talked to me since I was in school! Nick! Look at me!"

So in Hagrid's innocence that seemed to never waver, Nick, who originally wanted to irritate the other person, became irritated and angry.

Why can you never be confused like this? But I have been wandering for so many years because of all the things in my life?

"That's enough!" Nick yelled as he threw out the potion in his hand.

At the same time, he flicked the magic wand in his hand, and the pale flame was restored and projected by the Holy Spirit Palace and instantly covered the ground!

When the glass bottle smashed into Hagrid's body, and when the corrosive drugs began to eat away at Hagrid's demonic stance, Nick understood that what the Holy Spirits said was not wrong.

At the moment of death, he betrayed his creed and hated those powerful people who forced him to bear too many burdens.

Even though the executioner slashed back and forth many times before cutting off his rigid neck, his strength remained intact even after death.

The layer of skin connecting his head and body seemed to be mocking him, and it existed for a long time.

Hagrid finally picked up his umbrella.

But in the end he didn't make any aggressive moves.

He just opened the umbrella, and then made himself as small as possible, hiding himself behind the umbrella.

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When the door was touched, everyone present was dragged into the secret realm by the magic of the trial.

Except Sprout.

The fat head of the Hufflepuff branch had reflexes that were inconsistent with her size. When she realized that the curse was beginning to spread, she quickly retreated to ensure that someone remained outside the secret realm.

At this moment, Sprout, who was still awake, moved the people who had fallen limply to the side and placed them on the floating blankets for everyone to lie down.

Hagrid was such a big guy that she had to work hard...

Then she carefully approached the door of the chapel with her wand in hand, only to realize that the half-covered door was solidified by magic and could not be opened at all.

In fact, when she tapped it with her wand, the sound that came back was not the sound of wood. The sound was as dull as knocking a stone.

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Nico Flamel's perception has been severely eroded by time. He can indeed use many spells to make up for it, but he doesn't like the world that is fed back through magic.

If you live for a long time, you will always encounter various things. For Master Lemei, the appearance of secret realms is not uncommon.

"As expected, there will be no one to greet me except you." After recognizing the face of the visitor, Nico Flamel felt as if he was seeing an old friend.

The person who opened the door for him had no face, with only a protruding nose on his pure white face. When he spoke, it seemed as if all the white light in his body was trembling with the sound.

"You have been stranded for a long time. Rather than lingering, you might as well choose to become one of us."

Master Flamel crossed his hands and touched each other with his five fingers, as if he was thinking or simply passing the time, "I don't think so, maybe the time has not come yet."

"Your obsession will always make you feel tired. The Holy Spirit can give you the answer..."

"Do I really want to be the kind of person who is troubled by questions?" Master Flamel seemed a little confused, and then he let out a faint laugh, "Haha, I think it is better not to have answers to some things, but to have expectations.

Isn't it a more beautiful world with feelings?

I will join you sooner or later, but maybe not now..."

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Compared with the talkative character of Nearly Headless Nick, and the Holy Spirit who Nico Flamel thought he could not beat, the Bloody Barrow opposite Quirrell was a real man of action.

Quirrell usually looks like a nerd and is focused on research, but he is unexpectedly sharp when faced with hostility.

The two looked at each other under the cover of night, testing each other with magic under the outer corridor of the temple.

The battle is about to begin!