Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

Hagrid was depressed, as he had been since the dance. The failed communication with Madame Maxime left him a little frustrated. Hagrid's brain may not be very bright, but when he is willing to use his brain, he can still understand what Madame Maxime's performance means.

Self-deception, hypocrisy, evasion...this is what Hagrid thinks of Madame Maxime now. If a person is not even willing to admit his own lineage, and is not even willing to face up to his own lineage, can such a person be an honest person? Hagrid's last good impression of Madame Maxime has also been worn away.

There was an atmosphere of depression and sadness outside Hagrid's hut, which Harry noticed when the others came over. Hagrid's pumpkin patch looked unkempt, and there were only a few logs piled against the wall for the fire. It looked like Hagrid had been shutting himself in the hut during this time.

"Hagrid! Open the door! We know you're in there!" Hermione went up and banged the door hard, "We don't care if your mother is a giant! Hagrid! That nasty woman Skeeter, you can't let her succeed! Hagrid, come out quickly!" Well, aren't you—"

The door opened. Hermione had just said "You should have-", but suddenly stopped, because she realized that the person facing her was not Hagrid, but Dumbledore.

"Oh - Headmaster -" Hermione was at a loss.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore said cheerfully, looking down at them with a smile.

"We - um - we wanted to see Hagrid," Hermione said softly.

"Ah, I've already guessed it," Dumbledore said, his eyes sparkling with humor, "Why don't you come in?"

As soon as Harry and the others stepped into Hagrid's hut, Fang suddenly rushed towards Harry. Hagrid sat at the table with two large teacups in front of him. He looked very embarrassed. His face was splotched, his eyes were red and swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme when it came to his hair: He no longer tried to keep his hair tidy, it was now a tangled mess of wires.

"Hello, Hagrid" Harry said.

Hagrid looked up. "Okay," he said in a very husky voice.

"Have some more tea." Dumbledore said, closing the door behind Harry, Ronald and Hermione, taking out his wand and fiddling with it gently, and a rotating tea tray and a plate of cakes immediately appeared in the air. Dumbledore used magic to make the tea tray fall on the table and everyone sat down. After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, did you hear what Miss Granger shouted?"

Hermione's face turned slightly red, and Dumbledore smiled at her and continued: "Judging from the way they tried to break in just now, Hermione, Harry and Ronald seem to be willing to make you a friend."

Of course we'd still like to be friends with you!" Harry looked at Hagrid and said, "Don't you think that bitch Skeeter - I'm sorry, Professor. he said quickly, turning to Dumbledore.

"I was temporarily deaf and didn't hear what you were saying, Harry," said Dumbledore. He played with the ring on his finger and stared at the ceiling.

"Well - well," Harry said uneasily, "I mean - Hagrid, what makes you think we care about what that - woman - writes?"

"That's right! Those things she wrote are worthless!" Hermione said, waving her fist. "No one will care about those things."

"My father said that Skeeter, that woman, only spreads rumors! Just look at the summer newspapers. She dared to spread rumors in front of the Ministry of Magic about what happened at the World Cup, saying that hundreds of corpses were taken out from the scene. ...No normal person would believe the nonsense she made up." Ronald also persuaded Hagrid.

"Hagrid, this just proves what I just said." Dumbledore said, still looking at the ceiling intently, "I have read you countless letters from parents who went to school here and were very impressed by you. . They told me very firmly that if I fired you, they would never let it go—"

"Not everyone," Hagrid said hoarsely, not everyone wants me to stay. "

"To be honest, Hagrid, if you want to wait for the support of the whole world, you may have to stay in this small room for a long time." Dumbledore said, at this time, his eyes shot sternly from behind the half-moon lenses, " Ever since I became principal of this school, at least one owl has sent me a letter every week criticizing the way I run the school. What do you think I should do? Lock myself in the study and refuse to talk to anyone?"

0…please give me flowers…

"But - you are not a hybrid giant!" Hagrid said hoarsely.

That's the crux of the matter - blood. This is actually an ever-present chain of contempt - regardless of the identity of a wizard or a Muggle, as long as there is a social structure, this kind of thing will always exist. Ancient pure-blood wizarding families will look down on those families that are not old enough, and these families that are not old enough will look down on ordinary pure-blood wizards, and these wizards will despise half-blood or Muggle-born wizards, and All wizards discriminate against werewolves and vampires. As for the giants... they can't even be considered "human" in the wizard's view. After all, werewolves and vampires can still live and communicate normally. The status of giants in the eyes of wizards is similar to that of goblins. They don't even bother to discriminate - and Hagrid has this "dirty" blood flowing in his body.

"Hagrid, look at what kind of relatives I have!" Harry said angrily, "Look at the Dursleys!"

"Excellent point!" Dumbledore clapped his hands and said, "My brother Abforth was prosecuted for bewitching a goat. This matter was covered in newspapers, but did he hide? No. , not at all! He held his head high and still went his own way! Of course, I’m not sure he knows how to read, so maybe he’s not very courageous.”

Hagrid suppressed a sob. There were many more tears rolling down his cheeks and seeping into his unkempt beard.

"I hope to see you teaching the students energetically when school starts." Dumbledore stood up, "I do not accept your resignation report. You will have breakfast with me in the auditorium at half past eight." No excuses are allowed. "

Dumbledore walked to the door, bent down and touched Fang's head.

"Oh, by the way, Harry, are you free tonight?" Dumbledore looked back at Harry, "I hope you can come to the headmaster's office tonight, and the password is 'lemonade', so - I hope you have a nice day. So. "