Malfoy Rise at Hogwarts

Chapter 382 Visiting Hagrid
As the first rays of morning light emerge from the darkness, it is a new day.

It was June 6th, five days after the end of the Goblet of Fire, and three days before Hogwarts closed for the holiday.

In the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry, stop moping," said Hermione, "Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cancelled, how about we go visit Hagrid?"

Hermione tried hard to moderate the gloomy atmosphere of the trio.

Since the end of the Goblet of Fire, Harry has completely become a joke in Hogwarts - he violated the rules and participated in the Triwizard Tournament without knowing his own limitations, exposed his private parts in front of the audience outside the maze, and tried to pretend to be a champion warrior to seize the Goblet of Fire but was injured...

This kind of experience is miserable enough for any underage wizard.

As a result, in the past five days, because he had once said that Voldemort had been resurrected, and because of Rita Skeeter's continuous smear campaign against him, rumors about him had spread all over Hogwarts, and people almost regarded him as a scourge and tried to avoid him.

Sirius had not returned since Dumbledore's order that day, and no one knew where he had gone. Harry missed his godfather day and night, but all speculations were useless before getting definite news. He had no idea what was happening outside Hogwarts, and could only get a few words from Ron.

All this plunged Harry into an endless haze.

He believed that many people had the same feeling of a dark shadow looming over their heads, which was why people whispered to him in private. Obviously, everyone regarded Harry as the source of all this fear and anxiety.

So, he chose to escape.

When he didn't have classes, he chose to hide away in his dormitory and common room, seeing almost no one except a few of his roommates and Hermione.

"Okay," Harry finally agreed to Hermione after hesitating for a while.

The three of them went to Hagrid's hut. It was a bright sunny day, and as they approached, Fang jumped out of the open door, barking happily and wagging his tail.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Hagrid—"

The three of them saw from afar a tall and familiar figure, who was seeing off two other figures, one tall and one short.

"Hello, Ms. Maxime." Harry was the first to greet the headmistress of Beauxbatons, and Ms. Maxime smiled gently.

"Hello," she said, looking down at Fleur, who was standing beside her and staring at Harry, "Hagrid treated us to afternoon tea, and we were just about to go back..."

"You are the famous savior Mr. Harry Potter, right?" Fleur said softly.

Harry was stunned. He had never met Fleur before and had no idea what she meant by that. He could only nod blankly.

"You performed brilliantly in the competition." Fleur smiled sweetly. That smile that looked like a blooming flower immediately mesmerized the two little boys, Harry and Ron, and they had an expression of fascination and intoxication on their faces.

"Yeah, oh - I said, it's nothing," Harry came back to his senses, scratched his scalp awkwardly, looked at Ron who was almost drooling, and slapped him on the shoulder, waking him up and bringing him back to reality.

"Well, we should go, Fleur." Maxime turned half way around and gestured slightly to Hagrid, she reached out and pulled Fleur's sleeve.

Fleur withdrew her gaze from Harry, gave him a meaningful look, and said, "We will meet again, Harry Potter."

Fleur walked away. Her voice and her long hair like clouds faded into the sunlight. Hagrid was still looking at the back of Madam Maxime from afar.

"When did you make up with her?" Ron asked curiously. "What are you talking about?" Hagrid said cheerfully, taking some more cups from the cupboard. He made tea, brought a plate of rock biscuits to share, then leaned back in his chair and looked at Harry carefully with his dark eyes.

"Are you all right?" he asked gruffly.

"Very good," said Harry.

"No, you're not," said Hagrid. "You definitely aren't. But you'll be fine."

Harry said nothing.

"I knew he would come back," said Hagrid, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked up at him in surprise. "I've known it all these years, Harry. I knew he was out there, biding his time. It had to happen. Well, now that it has, we must face it. We must fight. We can stop him from gaining power and dominating the world. That was Dumbledore's plan. Dumbledore, he's a wonderful man. As long as he's around, I don't have much to worry about."

But is this really the case?
Harry doubted that Hagrid didn't know the whole story.

Voldemort's resurrection was just one of the things that concerned him.

Was it true that Shailene Malfoy's presence in Little Hangleton Cemetery was caused by an accidental teleportation by the Goblet of Fire?

Who kidnapped Hermione from the heavily guarded Hogwarts?

How on earth did Shailling manage to bring the comatose Hermione back to Hogwarts unharmed?

Behind all this, there are too many questions that he can't let go of.

Hagrid also told them mysteriously: "Dumbledore found me some work to do this summer." He puffed out his chest proudly. Hagrid was convinced that he was Dumbledore's most trusted person. He always entrusted such important matters to him, whether it was delivering the Philosopher's Stone or picking up Harry.

"What kind of work?"

"That's a secret, and you may find out later," said Hagrid. "Olympe - Miss Maxime, as you call her - may go with me. I think she will, and it seems I have convinced her."

Hagrid had failed to comfort Harry today. When they left the hunting lodge, it was already dark, and Harry's mood was as dark as the night, so deep that no one could see the bottom.

"Harry, don't worry about anything," Ron said, "Dumbledore will arrange everything. I believe Voldemort can't hurt you at all."

"Yes, to protect me, and then to hide all his plans to protect me from me," Harry said gloomily, "What is he afraid of knowing? I faced Voldemort in person, I watched Voldemort resurrect, and I was the one Voldemort wanted to kill the most!"

"Compared to these," Hermione, who had been silent, spoke thoughtfully, "I am more concerned about what mission Dumbledore gave Hagrid? Why did he go with the people from Beauxbatons? And what did Fleur mean by what she said just now?"

"Who knows!" Ron said nonchalantly, "Didn't Fleur say she would meet us again? Then we'll know, right?"

"I always feel that things are not that simple..." Hermione showed a thoughtful expression, but she still couldn't sort out a complete thought, "I have a feeling that there is an invisible net that covers all of us..."

"The You-Know-Who is resurrected... Schelling is at the scene... Hagrid has a mission... Maxime... Fleur..." Hermione shook her head, trying to drive away the chaotic feeling in her heart. "I feel that what Fleur said must be related to the mission that Dumbledore gave to Hagrid. And I heard that Fleur's family is also a famous family in the French wizarding world. So it is possible... something big is going to happen in the wizarding world..."

"You're talking nonsense, aren't you?" Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't the resurrection of the You-Know-Who a big deal?"

"That's not what I meant..." Hermione paused for a moment before she said solemnly, "As long as Dumbledore is still around, the You-Know-Who will still have someone to fear, preventing him from acting recklessly. What I meant was that, if I'm not mistaken, the forces in France will also get involved, and the wizarding world may very well be about to undergo a huge change that no one can imagine..."