HP Magic Biography

"What's wrong with him?" Harry felt something was wrong, there were some... gullies in Glop's body?

"Uh, now—the centaur—'violent'—a little harsh," Hagrid said—still holding Harry's hand excitedly. "Now he might shake me when he is in a bad mood. A few times, but he has become very good, much better, staying here very well."

"Then what do those ropes do?" Harry asked. He just noticed that a circle of ropes almost as thick as a small tree was tied to the thickest trees nearby, connected to Glop with his back facing them curled up in the middle. Before, when Fanlin was still there, Ge Luopu is more free.

"You have to tie him up, don't you?" Ron said weakly. For Ron, Glop is definitely the kind of monster that can only be seen from a distance.

"Uh, yes," Hagrid said, his expression looked a little worried, "you understand—as I said—he doesn't really understand how powerful he is."

Harry now understood why other animals in this part of the forest had disappeared strangely, and at the same time, he understood why the centaur would choose to attack him—

"So, what do you want Ron to do with me?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Take care of him," Hagrid screamed, "after I leave."

Harry and Ron exchanged bitter looks, and Harry realized painfully that he had promised Hagrid that he would do whatever Hagrid asked.

"This—what does this include, exactly?" Ron asked.

"It's not food or anything else!" Hagrid said eagerly. "He can find food on his own, no problem. Birds, deer and other things. No, he just needs someone to accompany him. If I know someone can Help him. Teach him, you know."

Harry didn't say anything, just turned his head to look at the huge body lying on the ground in front of them.

Unlike Hagrid-he only looked like a taller man, and Glop looked a bit deformed. A huge moss-covered stone on a mound-he had always thought so-now he realized that it was Glop's head.

It occupies a larger proportion of the body than the head of a normal person, and it is almost a perfect sphere-full of curled fern-colored heads. On the single big head, the flesh-colored ears on the top of the head can be clearly seen—looks like sitting—like the head with almost no neck connection between Uncle Vernon and the shoulders.

The back under his head looked like a brown blouse roughly stitched with animal fur, and it was very wide. When Glop slept, it seemed to pull the rough fur seams tight. With two legs curled up under his body, Harry could see the bare, huge, dirty soles of their feet-they were the size of a sled, overlapping on the ground.

"You let us teach him," Harry said hollowly. He now knew what Freize's warning meant.

Hagrid's efforts didn't work, so he had better give it up. Of course, the other creatures in the forest must have heard of Hagrid's meaningless attempts to teach Glopp English.

"Yes, even if you just talk to him," Hagrid said hopefully, "I guess if he can talk to humans, he will understand better that we like him and want him to stay."

Harry looked at Ron, who was stepping back with some refusal.

"You kind of hope we can get Noble back, don't you?" He said, and Ron just smiled weakly.

If Noble comes back and sees this guy on his turf, he doesn't burn Glop into charcoal with a mouthful of Dragon Flame, it would be considered a good temper.

"So, did you agree?" Hagrid said, and he didn't seem to understand what Harry had just said.

"Uh," Harry said, and he was ready to keep his promise, "we will try, Hagrid."

"I knew I could trust you, Harry," Hagrid said beamingly, and wiped his face again with a handkerchief. "But I don't want to come too often. I know you are going to take the exam. You just need to come here once a week with the invisible cloak and talk to him for a while. I'm going to wake him up, and then-introduce you , Even though he has seen you once, he only left the impression of Fan Lin, and he has to familiarize himself with other people again."

"Wh-no!" Ron jumped up and said, "Hagrid, no! Don't wake him up, really, we don't need-"

But Hagrid had already stepped over the huge tree trunk in front of them and walked towards Glop. When he was only ten feet away, Hagrid picked up a broken, long thick branch from the ground, turned his head over his shoulder, smiled comfortably at Harry and Ron, and then poked it with the head of the branch. The back of Glop's head.

Harry almost conditioned to run, but he had agreed to Hagrid.

He swears that when Glop first arrived here, it was really no worse than it is now, but even Fanlin was unwilling to come over and make a second contact with Glop, unless Hagrid's request, Harry almost always Forgot that Hagrid had a giant brother and took him into the Forbidden Forest.

The giant let out an angry cry, echoing in the silent forest. The bird on the treetop above his head flew up in fright, and disappeared in an instant. In the meantime, in front of Harry and Ron, the giant Glop got up from the ground, staggered and stood firmly with his hands. He turned his head to see who had awakened him.

"Okay, Glop?" Hagrid said in a cheerful voice, lifting the thick branch again, ready to poke Glop again, "Did you sleep well?"

Harry and Ron kept moving back as far as possible, but kept the giant in their sight. Glop knelt between the two trees that hadn't been uprooted. They looked up at his huge face in astonishment-as if passing through a gray full moon in the shadow of the clearing.

His face seemed to have been chiseled into a huge stone ball—the almost shapeless nose was thick and short; the crooked mouth was filled with strangely shaped yellow teeth as big as a brick; and his eyes, small, were Greenish brown like mud, since they just woke up, they are almost stuck together now.

Glop lifted up the dirty knuckles—each the size of a cricket ball, put them on his eyes, rubbing them vigorously. Then, without warning, he got up with amazing agility.

"Oh, my goodness!" Harry heard Ron yelling in horror beside him. The tree at the other end of the rope tied to Glop's wrist and ankle creaked ominously.

He is—as Hagrid said—at least sixteen feet tall. Gloop looked around hazyly, stretched out a hand as big as a parasol, caught a bird's nest on the branch of a towering pine tree, and turned it upside down with a sound Rage, obviously not very dissatisfied with a bird inside.

The bird's egg fell to the ground like a grenade, and Hagrid raised his crossbow over his head to protect himself.

"Anyway, little Glop," Hagrid yelled, looking up worriedly in case another bird's egg fell. "I brought some friends to see you. Remember? They visited you once. Remember, I said I might have a trip to let them take care of you? Do you remember? Little Glop?"

But Grap just yelled in a low voice; it was hard to tell if he was listening to Hagrid or even if he heard Hagrid's voice.

He was grabbing the tip of the pine tree and pulling it towards himself. Obviously, he likes to see how far the tree can bounce when he let go.

"Now, little Glop, don't do that!" Hagrid shouted, "This is how you stop pulling out the other—"

Without a doubt, Harry saw that the soil next to the tree began to crack.

"I'm looking for a companion for you!" Hagrid yelled, "Partner, do you see it? Look down, you clown, I brought you some friends!"

"Oh, Hagrid! Don't!" Ron said in pain, but Hagrid had already raised the big branch again, and poked it hard against Glop's knee. The giant let go of the pine tree, which swayed worryingly, and the falling pine needles almost flooded Hagrid like rain. Then he looked down--

"Here," Hagrid said, pointing to where Harry and Ron were standing, "It's Harry, Glop! Harry Potter! He will come here to see you when I'm gone, understand?"

"In fact, he originally planned to ask Fanlin for this matter, but he left first." Hagrid swayed his head.

Glop also heard Hagrid's words, to be precise, heard Fanlin's name, and then stepped back unconsciously.

"How is he..."

"He is more afraid of Fanlin." Hagrid said, "Because of some things in the Giant Tribe, Fanlin is a little unhappy..."

The giant just noticed that Harry and Ron were standing there. They looked at him trembling violently-he lowered the stone-like head and looked at them vaguely.

"Uh, this is Ron, did you see it? He—" Hagrid hesitated. He turned to Ron and said, "Do you mind if he calls you Ron, Ron? Ron is a very difficult name for him."

"No, don't mind at all," Ron took two steps back.

"This is Ron, Glop! He will come to see you too! Okay? Huh? Two friends give you—Glo...no!"

Glop's hand suddenly rushed towards the two of them; Harry quickly took Ron to hide behind the tree, so Glop hit the tree trunk with his fist, but he almost reached them.

"Baby, baby! Glop!" They heard Hagrid yelling, and the undecided two gasped behind them, and Harry suddenly understood why Fanlin was annoyed.

"Bad boy! You can't catch—wow!" Harry poked his head out from behind the tree and saw Hagrid lying on the ground, covering his nose with his hands. Glop had obviously lost interest, he stood up straight again, and was busy pulling the pine tree as far as he could.

"Okay," Hagrid said thickly, propped himself up with the hand covering his bleeding nose, and grabbed his crossbow with the other hand. "Okay, they are there. You have seen them already, and—and he will get to know you when he comes back. Yes."

He looked up at Glop-he was pulling a pine tree, his rock-like face was full of joy. There was a creak when he pulled the roots from the ground.

"Well, I guess it's enough for today," Hagrid said. "We're going to - uh - we're going back now, can we?"

Harry and Ron nodded desperately. For the two, there was nothing better than this.

Hagrid put the crossbow on his shoulders again, still holding his nose, and leading them back to the depths of the bush.

For a while, none of them spoke, even when they heard the sound of a distant impact-which showed that Gotuopu finally let go of the tree.

Harry couldn't find anything to say. What if someone discovers Hagrid is hiding Glop in the Forbidden Forest? He had never thought about this problem before, and after Fanlin left, he could only solve it by himself.

And he promised that he and Ron would continue Hagrid's completely meaningless attempt-to teach giant civilization.

How could Hagrid use that kind of trick to get him to think that the monsters with sharp teeth are cute and harmless? Lie to himself that Glop will adapt to getting along with humans?

Obviously, it wasn't that Hagrid had a problem with his brain, it was that Harry hadn't woken up yet.

And the possibility of the latter is high. Just like Fanlin said, Glop's head is empty except for food, and even food is derived from instinct.

And now it seems that Harry is more inclined to see a stone giant in front of them, with a rock-hard brain, and then hit with a pine tree.

"Stop," Hagrid said suddenly when Harry and Ron were fighting in a bush behind him. He took an arrow from the quiver on his shoulder and put it on the crossbow.

Harry and Ron raised their wands—now that they had stopped, they could also hear something moving nearby.

"Oh, shit," Hagrid said quietly.

"I think I told you, Hagrid," a deep male voice said, "you are no longer welcome here, including your dangerous monster, Hagrid."

A man's naked upper body floated straight towards them from the semi-bright woods~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They saw a brown horse's body seamlessly connected to his waist. The horseman has a proud face with prominent cheekbones, and a long black head.

Like Hagrid, he also carried weapons-a full barrel of arrows, and a longbow hanging from his shoulders.

"You better make him be more alert!" The centaur's voice threatened, "If something happens, we won't be merciful, and you tell that guy, don't let his footprints in the forbidden forest. Appear, the Moon God will punish all betrayers."

There was a rustle in the bushes behind the horse, and four or five more appeared behind him. Harry recognized Bailey with a black body and a beard, and he had also seen him when he met Frazer four years ago. Bailey pretended that he had never seen Harry.

"So," Bey said in a disgusting voice before turning directly to Margaret, "We all agree, I think, what should we do when this person's face appears in the Forbidden Forest again."

"This person, now, is it me?" Hagrid said grumpily, "because I prevented your shameful murder?"

"You shouldn't be nosy, Hagrid," Margaret said. "We have our methods. It's none of your business, and it's nothing to do with your laws. Freize betrayed us and embarrassed us. "

"I don't understand how you could succeed," Hagrid said impatiently. "He did nothing but help Dumbledore—"

"Freiser became a slave to mankind," said a grey horseman with deep wrinkles on his face. "In the Centaur tribe, this is an unforgivable mistake. We cannot allow him to discredit the Centaur so unscrupulously."

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