Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() In the hunting hut, Hagrid was sitting sideways on the sofa by the fireplace, staring at the copper kettle on the fire stand.

Behind him, a thick black travel cloak hung on the back of the sofa, which, like his body, was not only torn down, but also stained everywhere.

In the shadow on the back of the sofa, an oversized parcel that could hold two and a half Harry was laid on the ground, and there was something bulging inside.

On the other side of the fireplace, Hermione and Luna each took up the last two broken wooden chairs in the cabin.

As for Harry and Ron, they sat down honestly on the pile of wood for the fireplace and on a dirty wooden barrel buckled upside down.

Incidentally, the big dog tooth raised by Hager was squatting at the table behind him. While staring at the table desperately, it was glistening with drooling saliva.

"Hagrid, where have you been this time? What did you encounter? How did you get this look ..." Harry couldn't help but ask again.

This hunting lodge has been vacant for quite some time, and apparently just like Hagrid, he has just returned. Because there has been no cleaning for a long time, a thin layer of ash has accumulated in the cabin.

But now, everyone has no time to take care of these little things.

"I said, it's fine!"

Hagrid said stubbornly, picking up the umbrella leaning against the fireplace, and pointed to the fire. Suddenly, the pile of firewood burst out more flames, and licked the copper kettle on the iron shelf more and more hard.

The firewood crackled softly, bursting out a lot of Martians, causing Hermione to move her feet out again, so as to prevent the flames from igniting her pants.

"Come on, Hagrid!" Ron looked at his embarrassment. "You have basically said everything you need to say in this face, so don't hide it from us, right?"

"My face? No, isn't it okay?" Hagrid straightened his waist and patted his cheek hard, but frowned in pain. "Well ... oh! I can see you again, this is really amazing. Glad ... isn't it? "

"Hagrid!"

Seeing him trying to get away with the subject poorly, Hermione narrowed her eyes and called him dissatisfied.

"Seriously, who was you beaten by? Now you look like this, it can be as miserable as possible!" Harry asked, still worried, "Is ... Voldemort?"

"Don't mention that name!" Hagrid sighed hard, then scratched his scalp. "Okay, okay, I did run into a few small mistakes, but this is really fine-tomorrow will be fine, letter Do not believe?"

"The most important thing is that this has nothing to do with that-well, you know who it is-with that person, fundamentally, completely, completely-nothing!"

After all, Hagrid waved his hand, then got up and walked to the table on the other side of the hut. I saw that he first pushed his teeth away from the squatting table, and then lifted the huge tea towel on the table.

Now that everyone knows, they have always been in constant trouble, but today they stared at the table quietly since they entered.

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

"Aren't you trying to invite us to eat that?" Ron stared at the suspicious piece of meat. "It looks like ... it seems poisonous?"

As Ron said, the sale of this big piece of meat is really bad.

Although the flesh of that creature is not yet visible, just looking at the section with green blood on it, it is estimated that no one wants to put it in his mouth.

"It's not poisonous, it's what it was originally-it's dragon meat," Hagrid said. "Peru Venomosaurus ... Dragon meat is non-toxic, but I don't plan to eat it."

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of dragon meat and gently rubbed it on his left face. Dark green blood was squeezed out, flowing down his clothes along his beard.

Immediately, he hummed comfortably.

"Well ... much more comfortable," Hagrid said, his face sideways. "Look, the dragon with blood has analgesic effect--Dumbledore told me before."

"what--"

When Hagrid mentioned Dumbledore's name, everyone subconsciously avoided his eyes. Only Luna didn't react too much, just showing a little regretful expression.

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

He said here and suddenly hesitated: "Look at me ... you better not get hurt, and the pain doesn't feel good ..."

"Hagrid!"

Harry couldn't help it, and couldn't help but raise his voice to interrupt Hagrid's sting.

"Ok?"

Even Hagrid has now noticed something wrong with the atmosphere. He looked at the three lion-faced lions and hesitated to stop talking.

"Aren't you talking about dragon blood?" Hagrid asked hesitantly, "... what's going on?"

In Hagrid's inquiring gaze, Harry, who had spoken earlier, opened his mouth again, but found that he didn't know what to say. Ron lowered his head slightly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Hermione tried to speak a few times, but her words were stuck in her throat, dilemma.

Hagrid has always regarded Dumbledore as the greatest benefactor, and all three knew it.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened for the first time in the year, but Voldemort, who was the opener, got into trouble with Haig, who was still his classmate.

At the time of the death of his parents, Haigmeng was expelled, and desperate, Dumbledore left him, and gave him the job of hunting field guard and key custodian.

Facing such a Hagrid, how could they bear the blame to tell the cruel fact?

But they all understood that Hagrid had to know this sooner or later. Not to mention that Hagrid is now in Hogwarts, and even if he never returns, Dumbledore's death will soon reach his ears.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore is dead."

Just when the three of them were holding their breath for a while, Luna's nightmare voice suddenly sounded.

Although her voice was soft and erratic as always, if it was noisy, it would easily be ignored.

But at this moment, her words were no less than a thunder, and she split on everyone's scalp.

"Why ... what?" Hagrid shook his dragon's hand slightly, then frowned slightly. "Miss Lovegood, you can't joke around ..."

With the heavy atmosphere just now, even if Hagrid didn't believe it, he felt a little more worried.

His words fell slightly, and then there was still silence.

Hagrid looked back and forth across the faces of the four children, and the depression under his heart grew. He took away the dragon flesh from his face, spread his hands a little impatiently, and let the half-faced green dragon's blood flow to his shoulders.

"Don't keep talking! Why ... is a group prank popular among students now? It was the Weasley family of twins who invented it ..."

"It's not funny at all! I said, hey ... I'll give you some feedback, huh?"

"Hagrid—" Hermione raised her head sharply, staring at the chaotic Hagrid. "Luna is not kidding ... but ... Professor Dumbledore must be for us ... for Hogwart Here ... his expression is calm ... "

She said intermittently, trying to find something to comfort Hagrid, but she never knew what to say. After a moment of incoherence, she finally turned her eyes away with red eyes.

"……Sorry."

Hermione didn't know why she apologized, perhaps because of her weakness, or for some other reason—she didn't know.

"This is real?"

Hagrid seemed to have lost all his strength, his hands fell down suddenly, and the dragon meat he had been holding also fell to the ground with a click.

"……it is true?"

He turned his head suddenly, looking at Harry and Ron, only to see them all look downcast. After taking a deep breath, his tears burst into his eyes desperately.

Tooth next to him looked at the dragon on the ground, and then Hagrid with a sad face. After some hesitation, it still lay quietly at Hagrid's feet, and gently lifted Hagrid's legs with his head.

At first Hagrid just cried silently, but later he couldn't help crying, and soon became crying. He murmured a lot of unintelligible words, and looked painful.

Harry and others were sitting with red eyes and waiting for Hagrid in silence, and even Luna's mood was significantly lowered.

Probably because last night ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ both the professors and the Maca who arrived later, all appeared calm in order to stabilize the situation. So much so that Hermione even managed to calm down and make speculations about Dumbledore's death.

It was only at this moment that Hagrid's cry gave them a real sense of realism.

Regardless of whether Dumbledore died real or fake, at least his body actually appeared in front of everyone.

In the cry of Hagrid, everyone recalled Dumbledore's kind face and the kind words, and the sadness deep inside finally broke out.

Like the warmth of happiness, sadness is sometimes an infectious disease. The cry of Hagrid infected the children without any trace, and the salty tears slipped uncontrollably.

Luna sniffed, squinted the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and looked at everyone slightly.

"I didn't cry when my mother died, because my mother didn't like anyone crying ..." She said, "only the tears of joy can flow freely, Professor Dumbledore ... definitely won't want to see sad tears. "