The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The second week of school, autumn is getting stronger.

The climate of Hogwarts is getting colder and the days are getting shorter. It is almost dark after class every day. The herbs in the greenhouse are getting lazy. Professor Sprout leads the second-year students to move the Mandrake. The leaves of the Whomping Willow are starting to turn yellow. The leaves in the Forbidden Forest are starting to fall. In the morning, you can occasionally see white frost on the treetops, which is very beautiful.

Loren and his friends put their hands in their pockets and walked slowly on the way to the Forbidden Forest cabin to visit Hagrid.

Stepping onto the Forbidden Forest path is no different from usual. They have been here hundreds of times in the past five years and will not get lost even with their eyes closed.

However, the movements of several people are slow, one step at a time. The short journey without leaving the school gate feels like trekking through mountains and rivers. It’s not that there is anything wrong with their bodies, but it’s mainly because they are guilty. All four of them are guilty.

They have been eating and drinking in the Forbidden Forest since the first grade. Fresh stew, freshly picked vegetables, pure natural organic pumpkin without pesticides, and everything except rock cakes. Sometimes they even eat and take them home for their parents to taste.

They are always willing to help them and are very sincere.

The unicorn hair that Loren used to practice alchemy was Hagrid's felt. Hermione spent several birthdays in the cabin. Ron eats and drinks more than Fang, not to mention Harry, who is almost half a godfather. He personally gave him the admission letter and took him to Diagon Alley...

There are four people, and none of them chose the Care of Magical Creatures class.

How can they face the giants left behind in Lindsey?

Enter the Forbidden Forest through the path, turn right at the fork in the road, and walk a few more steps to see the cabin. It was still the same as before, with neatly arranged vegetable plots and pumpkin fields next to it, and a wooden fence around it. On the right hand side of the door was a neatly stacked firewood pile with dirty tarpaulin on top.

As they walked into the fence, a series of cheerful dog barks quickly approached, and the hound Fangya jumped out from behind the house with an excited step, shaking its tail towards them, jumping up and down, rubbing against their feet, and even wanted to stand up and lick their ears, very happy.

"Don't mess with it! It will bite off your fingers..."

Hagrid turned around from the back of the hut, carrying a bag of potatoes and wearing a large printed apron on his body. It was a Christmas gift from Hermione last year. When he saw them, he immediately sank his face and said in a long and strange voice:

"Oh...it's you guys."

"Hagrid..."

"We..."

Several people were ashamed and couldn't speak.

"Humph..."

Hagrid glanced at the three of them, turned around and strode into the hut, closing the door heavily.

"Oh, we broke his heart..." Hermione grabbed Loren's sleeve, feeling very sad.

"Don't worry, Hagrid won't leave us alone." Loren held her hand back and gave Harry a look.

Harry glanced at them, silently came to the door, knocked hard, and shouted: "Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you!"

There was no response from inside, Yaya tilted her head, looked at them, and then looked at the closed wooden door, with human doubts in her eyes.

Harry sighed and pulled out his wand: "Hagrid, if you don't open the door, I will blow it up! I learned the door-blasting spell from Loren, you know the power of this spell..."

Hermione's eyes widened, sparkling.

"I'm going to start counting down, 5...4..."

Before Harry could count to three, the door suddenly creaked open. Hagrid, wearing a printed apron, stared at him in disbelief and shouted, "I'm a professor! Professor! Potter, how dare you threaten me!?"

"I'm sorry, sir--" Harry also shouted loudly, deliberately dragging out the ending tone, and emphasizing the word "sir".

Hagrid was stunned: "Since when did you start calling me "sir"? "

Harry was not to be outdone: "Since when did you start calling me "Potter"? "

"Oh, so clever, so interesting! You thought you could trick me, didn't you? "Hagrid's face flushed and his expression was excited.

Harry wanted to say something else, but Loren tugged at his hem, and the four of them fell silent, looking at him sincerely, without blinking, even when their eyes were dry.

Hagrid's momentum weakened, and he turned his head away, muttering angrily: "Okay, okay, come in, you ungrateful guys..."

The few of them smiled at each other secretly, then restrained their expressions and went in, sitting down next to the only wooden table. Yaya didn't know what was going on between humans, and foolishly followed the joy, arching between the legs of several people, and was finally knocked to the ground by Loren, who pressed its dog head and belly and ravaged it.

Hagrid glanced at the hound on the ground and said sarcastically: "What's the matter? Finally remembered me, the unpopular professor of Care of Magical Creatures? Do you feel sorry for me? Do you think I'm lonely?"

"No, we just want to come and see you." Harry replied.

"Missed me, right? "

"Yeah, that's right."

Loren and Hermione nodded repeatedly, and Ron hurried to follow.

Hagrid finally felt better, snorted contemptuously, got up and made hot tea. I don't know what kind of tea it is, the color is deep red, and the snack is classic handmade rock cake, with a cold and hard metallic luster.

"Hagrid, actually, we want to continue the Care of Magical Creatures class..." Hermione said timidly, "Really! But our schedule can't be arranged!"

"You know, all the time converters are damaged."

"And our friendship doesn't have to depend on classes, right?"

"..."

Listening to their excuses, Hagrid sat at the table and continued to peel potatoes. He snorted from time to time and used the knife fiercely and mercilessly. The result was that big potatoes were peeled into small potatoes, and small potatoes were peeled into potato dices.

Harry seriously suspected that snot had fallen into the potatoes, and was secretly glad that they wouldn't be staying for dinner.

After peeling the potatoes, Hagrid lost his temper. He rubbed his hands on his apron and sighed dejectedly: "Okay, I know your courses are heavy. On the other hand, I haven't been able to focus on teaching recently. Yes, you were right in not choosing my class..."

"Why?"

"Because Aragog is dying and he won't be able to survive this winter." Hagrid looked sad. "It is too old to move and cannot eat prey even if it is put to its mouth. I can only raise some soft giant grubs. Feed it and let it last a few more days..."

Giant grubs are large maggots that are over a foot long. They are toothless and rich in protein. They are top animal feed and can only be eaten by Romanian lactating female dragons.

Loren and the others didn't know what to say, so they could only pat him on the shoulder and say some dry words of comfort.

After all, they beat Aragog a few years ago. Without them, maybe the old Acromantula could survive for a few more days...