Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Harry..." Hagrid was not good at lying. He hesitated apologetically and said, "This team formation was decided a long time ago..."

Humph, you want to build a friendship where we can fight side by side in times of crisis?

The abacus is clacking!

"Well... Harry, see you later!"

I ran forward and hung the alchemical item for self-defense around his neck.

"Aurora, what will you do if yours is given to me?"

His brows furrowed together and he grabbed my wrist, not allowing me to leave.

"I still have some! Don't worry, this is made by mom. It can dissolve all other dark magic attacks except the three unforgivable curses."

Narcissa is very proficient in black magic and alchemy, and her attainments even surpass those of Lucius.

Maybe it has something to do with her unusual bloodline.

The amulets she designed are priceless.

Harry stroked the "P" on the pendant. "P for Potter?"

"Yes, my mother heard about the Forbidden Forest and rushed to make it. She asked me to bring it to you."

"Thank you..." I found that whenever Harry's emotions fluctuated drastically, his emerald green eyes would become more lively.

At this moment, that's it.

Ron craned his neck to see what was going on.

He pursed his lips, but couldn't overcome his curiosity.

He showed an envious look. Even if the Weasley family sold all they had, they couldn't afford a low-end version of the amulet.

Harry tucked the amulet carefully inside his clothes, close to his skin.

Ron, standing aside, rolled his eyes.

Being sensitive, he thought Harry's behavior was intentional.

Draco and I exchanged a look.

Maybe Ron didn't really understand Dumbledore's intention...

But it’s okay. It’s through comparison that Harry knows who really treats him well.

"Kids, let's go!" said Hagrid excitedly.

"Big fool..." Draco muttered softly.

As the warden of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid lives alone here and has to take care of his brother Grawp who suffers from dementia. His personal hygiene is indeed worrying.

There were still crumbs of rock biscuits stuck to his unkempt beard, which fell off as he walked.

"You have a girl, I'll give Yaya to you!" he shouted at us.

"Thank you, Mr. Hagrid." I quickly held out my hand to take it.

Yaya is a Neapolitan Mastiff with a very ferocious appearance.

"Let me lead the way." Draco still stood in front of me.

This proud boy always protects me in his own way.

Large dogs tend to be more emotionally stable, and Yaya only looks fierce. In fact, he has a very gentle personality.

It was very friendly and came forward to lick Draco's fingers.

The boy resisted the urge to push it away. Although he kept muttering "It's so dirty", there was actually a smile on his face.

Lucius also has two dogs at Malfoy Manor, which are purebred Scottish Deerhounds.

Draco and I grew up with two Scottish deer terriers and are very close.

How can a dog lover resist interacting enthusiastically with dogs?

It didn't take long for Draco to give up struggling.

We parted ways with Harry and Ron, the twin wands providing the light for us.

The ground was covered with thorns. Draco and I supported each other and moved forward slowly.

"Luckily, we have Yaya!" I touched the huge dog's head. It chose a relatively easy path for us to walk on.

"I don't know about Harry..."

"It's an absolute nightmare, traveling with Weasley..."

Suddenly, Yaya straightened up alertly.

All the hair on its body seemed to stand up.

Is there danger ahead?