The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Due to the previous light rain, Beauxbaton's campus is now a bit wet.

Jon Hart was walking on an open path, and the noisy castle was getting farther and farther away from him - a few minutes ago, he took off the "borrowed" Beauxbaton school uniform and put it back in the old room in the cloakroom, and then walked out of Beauxbaton's castle.

Carefully fold the "Application for Suspension of Study" and put it in the suitcase... Next, what Jon needs to think about is the reminder Madam Maxime gave him when he left...

Although what the other party said was relatively cryptic, Jon could also guess one thing - it was probably related to Madame Maxim's identity as a half-blood giant.

But he doesn't know the details, because Madam Maxim is very sensitive about her blood, so she can't tell Jon too much... He has to go back to Hogwarts and tell Rubeus Hay Ask questions about this.

Finding an open area, Jon stopped, then reached out and pressed lightly on his shoulder.

He touched the imprint Fox had left on his shoulder.

Then, Jon looked up to the north... After waiting for a few minutes, a golden light appeared from a distance, and then came closer and closer to him. An illusory, ethereal and mysterious sound of exciting music also sounded from a distance.

Until it flew in front of Jon, and turned into that magnificent, bright red bird.

Phoenix bowed his head to Jon, as if greeting him.

"Hello, Fox." Jon greeted with a smile, "Long time no see!"

...

On the night of September 1st, Beauxbaton's school was not the only one holding their opening ceremony.

Hundreds of miles away to the north, in the Scottish Highlands, around a lake and a forest... In the castle of Hogwarts, the eager start-of-term feast is also going on.

Professor Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts gamekeeper, key keeper, and Care of Magical Beasts teacher, was eating at the staff table. Seated on his left was Professor Minerva McGonagall, and on his right was Professor Sybill Trelawney; when seated, the tops of their heads reached only between Professor Hagrid's elbow and shoulder .

"Hey, Harry!" Hagrid hurriedly waved and greeted Harry Potter eagerly when he saw the bloody Harry Potter arriving late for more than half an hour and entering the auditorium.

Professor Minerva McGonagall, who was on the side, couldn't help showing dissatisfaction when he saw Hagrid suddenly making such an action.

Because on the rostrum, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is speaking:

"We are delighted to have a new teacher...Professor Horace Slughorn...who has agreed to return to his old position as Potions teacher..."Professor Albus Dumbledore The voice is as kind as ever:

The chunky Professor Slughorn quickly stood up and smiled perfunctorily at the students in all directions.

"...and Professor Severus Snape, he will be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

...

The dinner party was over in no time.

The students left the auditorium in twos and threes, while Professor Rubeus Hagrid crowded towards the long Gryffindor table.

With his strong body, he easily accomplished this.

"Who knows if Voldemort needs to install someone at Hogwarts?" Harry Potter said angrily there.

"You suspect that Snape works for You-Know-Who, Harry?" Hermione Granger frowned and explained, "Don't be stupid, Harry... We used to do this stupid thing in first year." Doubt, later it turned out that Professor Snape was on our side..."

"But...Draco Malfoy himself said that he was helped by a Hogwarts teacher...anyone but Snape." Harry retorted.

"Malfoy is just bragging, in front of Parkinson...just bluffing, don't you know him, Harry?" Ron Weasley on the side shook his head helplessly.

"What are you talking about?" Hagrid leaped cheerfully, startling them all.

"No...nothing..." Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Why are you late, Harry?" Hagrid asked loudly.

"Delayed in the car." Harry wiped the nosebleed that was coming out again, and said softly, "What about you, Hagrid, I heard you were late too?"

"I was with Glop before, and I forgot the time!" Hagrid said with a smile: "Now, he has a new home in the mountains, arranged by Professor Dumbledore—a beautiful big cave. I was much happier in the Forbidden Forest..."

"I chatted with him for a while, Gropp has improved a lot, very much...I'm thinking about training him as my assistant, or finding him a girlfriend..."

Facing Hagrid who was talking to himself here, no matter Harry, Ron or Hermione shut their mouths knowingly.

Talking and walking...

Before they knew it, they had come to the oak gate.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, the first class after lunch, come early!" Hagrid waved at them happily, and then walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

...

Going back happily--

However, when he got to the side of the hut, Hagrid suddenly noticed... there seemed to be some strange movement!

Due to his giant bloodline, although he seems quite dull, in fact, his sensory ability and crisis awareness are far stronger than ordinary wizards.

"Who is it?" He yelled sharply, turning around, ready to reach out for his crossbow habitually.

However, because he was attending a banquet before, he did not carry the stone bow with him.

Hagrid had to get out his umbrella.

"Woo! Woah! Woah!" the hound Fang also yelled in the direction of the bushes.

In the shadows, a figure soon appeared...a young man dressed as a student, God knows where he came from?

However, Hagrid was somewhat familiar with his appearance.

"You are...you are..." he murmured.

"Hello, Professor Hagrid, I'm Christopher Patrick." Jon, who put on the iron ring, replied calmly.

"Oh, right, Patrick!" Hagrid suddenly realized, and slapped him hard on the forehead; obviously, he began to have a little impression of this identity.

But after a while, he quickly realized another matter: "Wait Patrick... Aren't you an exchange student of Beauxbatons? The one-year exchange period should have ended, why did you appear in Huobi now?" Gwartz?"

Looking at Professor Hagrid's suspicious eyes, Jon explained: "Madame Maxime, she asked me to come... There is one thing she is inconvenient to tell me, so she asked me to ask you."

"So it's Olim!" Hagrid's eyes began to shine, and he said hurriedly, "What's the matter...ask me!"

There is a bit of heroism in the tone, and a bit of masculinity faintly.

"It's about the giantess Friedurfa... She should be your mother, right?" Jon tried not to sound too embarrassed: "So, how did she and your father give birth to you? "

Hagrid froze there, the expression on his face changed slightly.

For a split second, Jon thought he was trying to drive him away...

But after a while, Rubeus Hagrid nodded.

"Go into the room and talk!" His voice was a little low.

...

The cabin has only one room. There are hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, and a copper teapot is used to boil water in the brazier. There is a big bed in the corner, and the bed is made of rags.

Rubeus Hagrid stomped up and down the room, making tea in the huge brass teapot, muttering incessantly.

Finally, he slammed a teacup the size of a keg, with tea as dark as mahogany, in front of Jon, and a plate of rock cakes he had made himself.

Jon took a sip of tea, ignored the "notorious" rock cake, and looked at Hagrid expectantly.

"Yes, I think you are all curious about our origins, the origins of the hybrids born of giants and wizards like Olim and I..." Hagrid sat opposite Jon and muttered.

Because at the Christmas ball a year and a half ago, Hagrid accidentally slipped his tongue in front of Rita Skeeter's Animagus, causing the news that he was a "half-blood giant" to spread throughout England... …So, he is now completely outspoken about his bloodline and identity.

but--

"Professor Hagrid, I think I need to correct something." Jon said solemnly: "Our headmaster, Mrs. Maxime...she is just a witch with a relatively large skeleton. There is no evidence that she is also a half-blood giant. .”

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and before he came to his senses, he nodded dumbly: "Yes, Patrick. You are right, Olim is not... come, eat rock cakes."

Then, he stuffed a hard pancake the size of a pot lid into Jon's hand.

"What did I just say?" Then, Hagrid patted his head a little dullly: "Oh, yes... I know you are all curious about how wizards and giants produce offspring!"

...

The expression on Jon's face was also slightly embarrassed.

From a physiological point of view, if giants mate with ordinary humans, there are indeed certain problems...

The 16-foot-tall Gropp (approximately 4.8m) is considered a dwarf among giants...real adult giants are between 20-30 feet tall; compared with humans, this is more than just The problem of toothpick stirring the big tank...

"That was seventy years ago..." Hagrid muttered, "Friedufa, you're right, that's my mother—I think Rita Skeeter has made the whole magic The world knew about it...she was one of the few remaining giants in all of England, and among giants she was clever and notorious."

"And my father, he is a down-and-out wizard; to be honest, he is not very brilliant..." Hagrid's tone gradually became serious: "Because of poverty, he took over from the Ministry of Magic to hunt the giant Freed." Ufa's mission..."

"Obviously, my father's hunting plan did not succeed, after all, he was not a brilliant wizard; and I said that my mother was very smart, so my father finally fell into her trap...became her captive, her spoils of war..."

"... Maybe you don't understand the habits of giants. After all, they are on the verge of extinction; for a very small number of female giants, they have the habit of squeezing the spoils, and then use the spoils to produce offspring."

"Squeeze the spoils?" Jon repeated, a little stunned.

"You can understand it as mating, although the difference is very big...but it's almost the same!" Hagrid said with some inaccuracies: "Giants are generally very stupid, but there are a small number of them. They are smart and can Master some magic... I said before that my mother was very smart, because she was such a giant..."

"They are born with a kind of magic, which can precisely tear a small part of the target's soul and combine with themselves..." Hagrid said seriously: "Then you can conceive and have children, no need to... well, no need mating!"

Looking at Jon who had been petrified over there, Hagrid pointed to the rock pie in his hand: "Eat the pie, Mr. Patrick."

Jon nodded dully, then lowered his head and took a bite, nearly chipping his teeth out.

"Wizards are the best choice, because wizards are the most powerful of all creatures, in the eyes of giants." Then Hagrid smiled bitterly: "But few giants can catch wizards, so I was the first to catch wizards." It's only like this once I saw Olim... No, no, I mean, so there are very few half-blood giants like me!"

"My mother locked my father in a cave and there was me... My father was kind and he was the best wizard I've ever seen; after seeing my birth he could have run away but he didn't choose Abandoned me, but stayed, raised me with my mother, brought me up..."

said Hagrid, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Then he got up and went to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a photograph.

There was a short wizard with the same black eyes as Hagrid's, squinted into a slit, and he sat on Hagrid's shoulder and laughed happily. Hagrid was seven or eight feet tall, judging by the apple tree next to him, but his face was young, full, smooth, and beardless—he looked eleven at most.

"This was taken shortly after I got into Hogwarts," said Hagrid hoarsely. "Father was so happy...he thought I couldn't be a wizard, you know, because my mother..."

"...As for my mother, let's just say... It took a few years for her to tire of me and my father, and she left us when I was very young; such is the nature of giants, they have no humanity."

...

Hagrid was serious at first, but soon turned to weeping and tearful.

But Jon didn't pay attention to these, because he heard one of the very important messages.

Jon took a deep breath and asked, "Professor Hagrid, may I ask... is your mother still alive?"