Chapter 209 Hagrid: Potter, confinement!

He cried a lot, just like he did the night of the Yule Ball.

"Harry." Hagrid muttered, "I, I can't"

"You can't drink any more." Harry held down his arm, which was still trying to grab another bottle of wine. "Cry, just cry a few more times."

Hagrid cried even more sadly.

After a while, his sobbing gradually stopped. The other guests in the Three Broomsticks who were planning to drink for a while were scared away by his crying.

Mrs. Rosmerta quietly moved a stool over and sat quietly aside.

Based on her experience as a boss lady for more than 30 years, this is a good time to eat something.

"Harry, I am hated by Ms. Maxim." Hagrid covered his face, feeling very painful.

Mrs. Rosmerta took out the prunes she had washed long ago.

Harry waved his wand, and several prunes flew into his hand: "Didn't you get along very well before? Even if the confession fails, it shouldn't be."

"No, it's not just the confession that failed." Hagrid sobbed, "Harry, do you still remember what you said when we first met?"

"That's it."

Without Hagrid's prompting, Harry repeated: "Is Hogwarts a school that will still accept non-human races?"

Hagrid nodded heavily, and every time he nodded, his head drooped further.

"Harry, I, I actually lied to you." Hagrid sighed and slammed the table.

Rosmerta was frightened and trembled, but she was not very distressed. Anyway, the wealthy Hagrid could afford to pay for the damage.

"You are a half-giant." Harry said expressionlessly.

Hagrid was surprised and raised his head: "When did you do it, others were already there."

"First grade, I knew it when I was in first grade." Harry said softly.

Hagrid was even more surprised.

"You know, I'm not a person who trusts others easily." Harry explained simply, "When I was reading about magical beasts in the first grade, I paid attention to giants."

"Hermione should also know that there are some senior students, especially your favorite ones."

Hagrid's eyes widened: "You mean Digory and the others?"

Harry nodded.

Hagrid likes Harry very much, but it is a friend to a friend, not a professor to a student. Among this group of students, his favorite is Cedric Diggory.

Just as the mischievous Gryffindors are good at transfiguration, the kitchen-loving Hufflepuffs are good at magical creatures - herbs or magical animals.

Digory is very talented in this area.

Like Harry, he could always guess Hagrid's meaning intuitively, and he took seriously every word Hagrid said in class - except for silly words such as "Ah, look at how cute these Thestrals are"

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Leaving aside the professors, there are only four people in Hogwarts who recognize Hagrid as the "Master of Fantastic Beasts". Apart from Harry and the other three little ones, the remaining one is Cedric.

"But Diggory respects me very much, he shouldn't know." Hagrid shook his head, unwilling to believe this.

"He knows." Harry interrupted, "Do you think we should dislike you because we know you are a half-giant?"

Rosmerta gnawed on prunes, her eyes widening.

"Who isn't a freak?" Harry smiled slightly.

The question he asked in the first grade.

Now he has the answer.

Hogwarts is a school that accepts all kinds of things. It does not reject any studious students, werewolves, hybrid giants, demon hunters, these "freaks" who are very different from normal humans, and will even tolerate bald mushrooms.

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Hagrid didn't know what to say, so he sat stupidly and looked directly at Harry.

"Don't talk about this, what happened between you and Ms. Maxim?" Harry waved his wand, the fruit cores on the table disappeared, and a few more prunes flew over, "She seems to be a hybrid giant too."

Rosmerta listened more carefully.

Hagrid nodded: "She is, but she doesn't like her identity very much."

"I confessed to her that night, but as soon as I mentioned it to her, she got furious and refused to see me again."

"what do I do?"

"Professor Dumbledore helped me persuade her, but she didn't do anything to persuade her."

Harry handed over a few prunes: "Hagrid, you take your identity as a half-giant too seriously. It may be important, but to you now, it is not important at all."

Hagrid tilted his head and held the prunes carefully, fearing that he would crush them with just a little force.

He didn't understand what Harry said.

Why doesn't it matter now?

When I was still in school, I was often laughed at because of my "big size". Even now, the ridicule has only become smaller and has not completely disappeared.

"When you had nothing, you only had the title of a half-giant." Harry explained patiently, "But now you have many things that are more precious than the status of a half-giant."

Hagrid hesitated: "You mean the professorship at Hogwarts. It's just that Professor Dumbledore felt sorry for Silvanos, so he asked me, a thicker-skinned hybrid giant, to take the position."

Harry interrupted again: "No, it's not."

"Hagrid, you are the master of magical beasts. Digory respects you because of your ability."

"Me? Master of Fantastic Beasts?" Hagrid raised his finger and pointed at himself, his expression and tone were extremely exaggerated, as if he had heard some terrible joke, and his expression was distorted to the point of disbelief.

Harry nodded: "Yes, you are."

"How could I!" Hagrid immediately shook his head in denial.

Will a half-giant who was kicked out of Hogwarts in his third year be the Master of Fantastic Beasts?

There's another joke in the Daily Prophet.

"I remember that the person you admire most is Professor Dumbledore?" Harry raised his hand and rubbed his head in pain.

Hagrid nodded.

Harry sighed: "Stay away from Professor Dumbledore from now on. You are already a bit confused. If you stay with him for a long time, and you are infected by his brain, it will be even worse."

Hagrid didn't hear the strangeness. He was very simple and asked worriedly: "Is Professor Dumbledore sick?"

Rosmerta covered her face.

To be honest, it was really hard to convince her with Hagrid's performance.

"No, he is not sick." Harry said more bluntly, "In the next six months, you are not allowed to say a word to Professor Dumbledore, and you are not allowed to stay together for more than three minutes."

"I will help you and Dumbledore explain why."

"Study with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout."

Hagrid shuddered: "Harry, Professor Sprout is okay, but Professor McGonagall"

Even though he is now a professor, the person he fears most in Hogwarts is still Professor McGonagall.

"Then if you don't want to contact Professor McGonagall, you can talk more with Professor Snape." Harry said expressionlessly.

Hagrid immediately agreed: "Of course, no problem, I will work hard to become a reliable professor like Professor McGonagall."

"If you still don't believe that you are the Master of Fantastic Beasts, you can write to Mr. Scamander for advice." Harry continued, "I remember that you are friends, and Norbert is still at his place, and he will give you the answer.

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Hagrid nodded and wrote down this sentence carefully.

"And, the most important thing." Harry tapped the table lightly, "Professor Hagrid can give me and Hermione a confinement."

"Why should I give you confinement?" Hagrid was surprised, "You are all very good students, and Hogwarts does not prohibit love. If you want to date,"

"No, it's not a date." Harry interrupted, "It's just tutoring for you."

"Me? Tutoring?" Hagrid thought it was ridiculous.

"I want you to learn how to speak human language." Harry said in a somewhat resentful tone, "Your lessons are very good, very good, but sometimes the words you speak are incomprehensible to most people."

"Even Hermione has to ask me to translate for her after class."

"I'm pretty sure I speak English," Hagrid vowed.

"Hmm, but it's not precise enough. You need more vocabulary and better understanding of grammar." Harry emphasized.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who was eating melon on the side, nodded: "I very much agree with Mr. Potter. We are old friends, but sometimes it is still difficult for me to understand what you say."

Hagrid scratched his head: "Is my English really that bad?"

"Both Crookshanks and Hedwig are better than you." Harry affirmed without hesitation.

Hagrid crushed the prunes in his hands and the juice splashed all over his beard: "They are cats! Oh, a mixed-breed catnives and an owl."
To be continued...