days at Hogwarts

Chapter 478 Dumbledore: Is this really drinkable?

The little fairy in the courtyard has disappeared, but the rose bushes and magic fountain are still there. It is foreseeable that before the roses wither, this will be a date spot for little wizards.

As they passed the reindeer statue, they saw an unexpected person on the stone bench.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry shouted in surprise.

"Good morning, Harry, Ron, Loren and Hermione." Dumbledore held a piece of parchment paper in his hand, looked down at them with a smile, and said happily, "You are going to confront Hagrid. ?"

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded blankly, not sure why the headmaster knew about this.

"That's great, pass this letter to him for me." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with azure blue. He dragged his beige robe over and handed the letter to Harry.

Before anyone could speak, Dumbledore waved to himself and walked towards the castle, leaving behind a lazy voice:

"Goodbye, my dear, the dance last night was very exciting. Forgive me for my lack of energy as an old man. I have to go back and catch up on my sleep."

Loren looked at his back and blinked.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this old man was avoiding too much contact with him.

When did it start?

It seems that since it was revealed that Moody was a pretender...

"This is a correspondence between her and Dumbledore. Whether it was intercepted by the principal or written to him by Skeeter on his own initiative, it has nothing to do with us." Loren folded the letter and put it into the pocket of his magic robe, " Let’s go see Hagrid first.”

Loren silently turned the letter to the back and found that there was nothing following. There was only a press release written on the letter: "Don't worry too much. If Skeeter wants to publish it, we have already published it this morning." The Daily Prophet saw the news.”

Accompanied by the rustling of footsteps, the figures of the four people gradually disappeared into the rose garden. Pass through the magic fountain in the center of the courtyard, follow the winding path, and enter a white world.

"Then this is?"

Although the reports about Harry were still biased, they were much better than before. Unexpectedly, she had prepared big news just after Christmas...

"Hagrid is a large, menacing-looking man who abuses his newfound power to procure a series of terrifying animals to scare the students in his charge. In a series of almost terrifying lessons, Hagrid has caused Many students were injured, but Dumbledore had an ambiguous attitude towards this.

Although it was written on letter paper, the wording was more like a press release, written by an old acquaintance of theirs - Rita Skeeter.

As always, she uses a small amount of facts to stir up emotions, and the writing style is more skillful, and it is more subtle when influencing readers to follow her thoughts, and has more of a hint of Muggle media.

Hermione sighed softly: "Hagrid must be so sad to see this."

Hermione read the manuscript in a low voice. After a long introduction about giants, Rita came to the conclusion: "Hagrid, as the son of giant Friedvarfa, seems to have inherited the cruel nature of giants, which makes Harry Potter and his classmates are shrouded in a dangerous cloud."

The four people gathered around and read the letter that the principal asked them to deliver.

"She must have turned into a beetle and eavesdropped in the flowers last night! This despicable reporter!" Hermione glared at the stone sculpture with angry eyes, and the letter trembled in her hand.

“According to the investigation, Hagrid is cultivating an animal he named a blast-tailed snail, which is a cross between a manticore and a fire crab and is very dangerous...

"How did she find out?" Harry asked quietly.

Dumbledore, who was hiding behind the stone pillars of the castle, watched them go away, his smile slowly faded, and he shook his head. Even children who have not grown up can see things clearly, why can’t those who are older understand it?

He didn't know whether the giantess Fredervafa had maternal nature in her nature, but his gamekeeper knew how to take care of small animals best and could understand the feelings of those abandoned little ones best. Rubeus Hagrid had experienced it. One person's feelings, so he doesn't want other people to experience this feeling.

Hermione didn't want to pry into other people's letters, but the letter was open in plain sight. She glanced at it a few times unconsciously, and then her face gradually became serious and she shouted in a low voice:

"You guys, come and read this letter!"

"Hagrid is not a pure-blood wizard as he always pretends to be, or even a pure-blood human! We can exclusively reveal that his mother is none other than the giant Friedvarfa, and her whereabouts are unknown."

Fortunately, he is not alone, he has made a group of good friends...

After Harry and Ron finished reading, their mouths opened in a daze.

"... Rubeus Hagrid admitted that he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and has been working as the school's gamekeeper ever since, a job that Dumbledore found for him. Last year, Hagrid unexpectedly He used mystical influence on the principal and won out from many more qualified candidates, and got himself the position of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures.

Loren's eyes slowly swept over the letter paper, and the face of the journalist Rita Skeeter emerged in his mind. He met in a hurry in New York during the summer vacation, and later appeared in the Goblet of Fire. The first project She even conducted an interview when the Warriors were testing the wand before the game.

Dumbledore turned and went upstairs, returned to the office, and smiled at the long-awaited guest: "Sorry, Miss Skeeter, the wind and snow outside were too heavy, so I was a little slow to come back."

Rita Skeeter, who was sitting at the guest seat at the desk, turned around and tapped her right thumb high while holding the coffee. She said in a high-pitched voice: "It's nothing. I'm not bored here. You want to taste me." "Did you make special coffee, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"My pleasure."

Dumbledore returned to his seat, smiled and took the coffee Rita poured for him, sniffed it close to his nose, and praised: "There is a rich aroma, very rich."

"I learned in New York that the Muggle method is very troublesome, but it is much easier if you have a wand..." Rita smiled and said, "In addition, I also saw some interesting things on your bookshelf, such as, My article from the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference—"

"Cough cough..."

Before Rita could finish her words, she saw the always calm old principal coughing violently, and it took her a while to calm down her breathing.

Rita stood up and wanted to do something, but she saw him holding out his hand to indicate that he was not using it, so she had to ask quickly: "Principal Dumbledore, do you want to go to the school doctor's office?"

"It's okay, I made you worry." Dumbledore wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and pushed the coffee away calmly, "Let's get down to business."

"Okay...let's do it." Rita looked at him carefully, fearing that something might happen to the centenarian. After observing for a while, she found that there was really no problem, and then continued, "I believe that the manuscript just now has proved my Sincerely, I am here and just want to know an answer.”

"what is the answer?"

"Is your warning at the International Federation of Wizards Conference true?"

Dumbledore looked directly into her eyes. He was worthy of being a Ravenclaw graduate. So many smart politicians and experts thought it was another unfunny joke on his part. Only this reporter came to verify it.