Hagrid lowered his head: "Harry, I'm just a key keeper. I don't know much about what's going on in the castle."

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hagrid pressed his teeth, his face a little restrained, "Is there something wrong with my family?"

Hermione held her head in pain and cried: "Harry said that Professor Snape might be a love rival with his father."

"Dumbledore can't even come, I said so!"

"If you can't get an 'O', stop thinking about notes."

Harry agreed: "I also believe Professor Snape. He may want me to be disfigured, blind, or simply change my personality, but he definitely doesn't want to see anything happen to me."

On the words "mother" and "relic", he slightly emphasized the pronunciation.

Harry only named those he knew.

Harry said: "I heard Principal Dumbledore say that my mother has some potion notes with you. I think..."

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but be curious.

Hermione nodded.

"Professor." Harry was not afraid of him and had already put his hand into the Sorting Hat.

luxury?

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry curiously, staring especially into his eyes.

"Oh, Harry, how did you know! Who is talking to you?" Hagrid exclaimed, his voice rising like thunder.

But... it's abnormal to have too strong emotions.

"And those, are they salamanders?" He pointed to the stove in the room, where there were vague figures jumping around.

Arriving at Hagrid's hut soon - compared to Hagrid's size, indeed.

There were also many materials in the room that he could not recognize, such as huge carapaces that looked like they had fallen off from large spiders, and some old but still sharp teeth...

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond to this paragraph.

Hagrid did the same. He let go of his hand and hit Hermione on the head with another rock cake.

Hermione suppressed her cry: "I don't think this is a kind intention..."

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