HP Magic Biography

What's wrong with him? Harry felt something was wrong, there were some... grooves in Glop's body?

Well, now - those centaurs - 'violent' - are a bit harsh, said Hagrid - still clasping Harry's hand excitedly, now he might shake me when he's in a bad mood A few hits, but he's gotten better, a lot better, and he's had a good time here.

And what are those ropes for? Harry asked. He just noticed that there is a circle of ropes that are almost as thick as small trees tied to several of the thickest trees nearby, connecting with Gropp who is curled up in the middle with his back to them. Before, when Fan Lin was still there, Gropp Lopp is more self-indulgent.

You have to tie him up, don't you? Ron said weakly. For Ron, Glop is definitely the kind of monster that can only be seen from a distance.

Er, yeah, said Hagrid, who looked worried. You see—like I said—he doesn't really know how much he's got.

Harry now understood why the other animals in this part of the forest had strangely disappeared, and at the same time understood why the centaur had chosen to attack him—

So, what do you want me to do, Ron? Harry asked worriedly.

Take care of him, Hagrid wailed, after I'm gone.

Harry and Ron exchanged grimaces, and Harry was painfully aware that he had promised Hagrid that he would do whatever Hagrid asked.

What - what does this include, exactly? asked Ron.

Not food or anything! said Hagrid eagerly. He can find his own food, no problem. Birds and deer and things. No, he just needs someone to keep him company, and if I know someone who can Help him. Teach him, you know.

Harry didn't say anything, just turned his head to look at the huge figure lying on the ground in front of them.

Unlike Hagrid - who just looked like a taller guy - Gropp looked a bit misshapen. A huge mossy rock on a mound—he had always thought so—now he realized that it was Grapp's head.

It was much larger in proportion to the body than a normal human head, and was an almost perfect sphere—full of curly, fern-colored heads. On top of the single large head, flesh-colored ears can be clearly seen - as if seated - like Uncle Vernon's head with a barely connected neck between the shoulders.

The back below his head looked like a brown smock roughly stitched with animal fur, and it was very broad. When Grapp slept, it seemed that the seams of the rough fur were pulled tight. The legs were huddled under him, and Harry could see the bare, huge, dirty soles of his feet - they were the size of a sled, overlapping on the ground.

You asked us to teach him, Harry said with a blank look in his eyes. He now knew what Frazier's warning had meant.

Hagrid's effort wasn't working, so he'd better give it up. Of course, other creatures in the forest must have heard about Hagrid's pointless attempts to teach Grapp English.

Yeah, even if you're just talking to him, said Hagrid hopefully, I guess if he could talk to humans he'd know better that we like him and want him to stay.

Harry looked at Ron, who was stepping back in some refusal.

You sort of wish we could get Noble back, don't you? he said, and Ron just smiled weakly.

If Nobo came back and saw this guy on his territory, he would be regarded as a good-tempered Nobo if he didn't burn Glop to carbon with a mouthful of dragon flames.

So, you agreed? said Hagrid, as if he didn't understand what Harry just said.

Well, said Harry, who was ready to keep his word, we'll try, Hagrid.

I knew I could rely on you, Harry, said Hagrid beaming, wiping his face again with his handkerchief.

But I don't want to come too often. I know you're going to have exams. You just have to come here once a week with your invisibility cloak and chat with him for a while. I'm going to wake him up and—introduce you guys. , although he has met you once, he only left an impression of Fan Lin, and he needs to get acquainted with the others.

Wh-no! said Ron, jumping up as if his ass was on fire, Hagrid, no! Don't wake him up, really, we don't need to-

But Hagrid had stepped over the huge tree trunk in front of them, and was walking towards Grawp. When he was only ten feet away, Hagrid picked up a long, thick branch that had been broken off the ground, turned his head over his shoulder to give Harry and Ron a reassuring smile, and poked the end of the branch. The back of Grapp's head.

Harry ran almost reflexively, but he had promised Hagrid.

He swears that when Glop first arrived here, it really wasn't worse than it is now, but even Fan Lin was unwilling to come over and have a second contact with Glop. If it wasn't for Hagrid's request, Harry would almost Forgot that Hagrid had a giant brother and brought him into the Forbidden Forest.

The giant let out an angry howl, which echoed in the silent forest. The bird on the treetops above was frightened and flew up, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Meanwhile, in front of Harry and Ron, the giant Glop stood up from the ground, staggering and holding himself steady with his hands. He turned his head to see who had woken him up.

All right, Grop? said Hagrid in a cheery voice, lifting the thick branch again and getting ready to poke Grop again. Did you sleep well?

Harry and Ron kept backing away as far as they could, keeping the giant in sight. Gropp knelt between two trees that hadn't been uprooted yet. They looked up in amazement at his huge face--a gray full moon that seemed to pass through the shadows of the clearing.

His face seemed to have been chiseled into a gigantic ball of stone—a stubby, stubby, almost shapeless nose; Greenish brown like mud, they're almost stuck together now from just waking up.

Gropp lifts his grimy knuckles—each the size of a cricket ball—over his eyes and rubs them vigorously. Then, without any warning, he walked up with amazing agility.

Oh my God! Harry heard Ron yell in horror from beside him. The trees at the other end of the ropes tied around Grawp's wrists and ankles creaked ominously.

He was - as Hagrid had said - at least sixteen feet tall. Gropp looked around vaguely, stretched out a hand as big as a parasol, caught a bird's nest on the branch of a tall pine tree, turned it upside down, and let out a sound. Howl, apparently not very dissatisfied with a single bird inside.

The egg fell to the ground like a grenade, and Hagrid held his crossbow above his head, protecting himself.

Anyway, little Grop, cried Hagrid, looking up worriedly in case any more eggs had fallen, I brought some friends to see you. Remember? They used to see you. Remember, I said I might take a trip and have them take care of you? Do you remember, little Gramp?

But the grap just growled again; it was hard to tell if he was listening to Hagrid or if he even heard Hagrid talking.

He was now grabbing the top of the pine tree and pulling toward him. Apparently, he likes to see how far the tree bounces when he lets it go.

Now, little Gramp, don't do that! Hagrid yelled, That's how you stop pulling out other—

Undoubtedly, Harry saw the soil begin to crack beside the tree.

I've got you company! Hagrid yelled. Partner, see? Look down, you big clown, I've got some friends for you!

Oh, Hagrid! Don't! Ron said in pain, but Hagrid had already raised the big branch again, and poked it hard at Gropp's knee. The giant let go of the pine tree, which wobbled worryingly, raining down needles that nearly drowned Hagrid. Then he looked down—

Here, said Hagrid, pointing to where Harry and Ron stood, it's Harry, Gramp! Harry Potter! He'll be here to see you when I'm gone, understand?

Actually, Fan Lin was supposed to leave this matter to him, but he left first. Hagrid shook his head.

Gropp also heard Hagrid's words, to be precise, he heard Fan Lin's name, and then stepped back unconsciously.

Why does he...

He is more afraid of Fan Lin. Hagrid said, Because of some things in the giant tribe, Fan Lin was a little unhappy...

The Giant was just now noticing Harry and Ron standing there. They looked at him trembling violently—he lowered his rocky head and looked at them vaguely.

Er, this is Ron, see? He— Hagrid said hesitantly. He turned to Ron and said, Do you mind if he calls you Ron, Ron? Ron is a pretty hard name for him.

No, not at all, said Ron, taking two steps back.

Here's Ron, Grop! He'll come to see you too! Will you? Eh? Two friends for you—Glop... no!

Grapp's hand rushed towards the two of them suddenly; Harry pulled Ron to hide behind a tree, so Grapp's fist hit the tree trunk, but almost reached them.

Baby, baby! Grop! They heard Hagrid shouting, and the two of them gasped behind him, who was still in a daze, and Harry suddenly understood why Fan Lin was annoyed.

Bad boy! You can't catch - oops! Harry poked his head out from behind a tree and saw Hagrid lying on the ground with his hand to his nose. Glop, who had clearly lost interest, was upright again and was busy pulling the pine tree as far as he could.

There, said Hagrid thickly, propping himself up with his hand over his bleeding nose, and with the other he grabbed his crossbow. Okay, they're there. You've met them, and—and he'll know you when he comes back. Yes.

He looked up at Glop - he was pulling a pine tree, his rocky face beaming with joy. There was a creaking sound as he pulled the roots from the ground.

Well, I reckon that's enough for today, said Hagrid, we're going to—er—we're going back now, okay?

Harry and Ron nodded desperately. For the two of them, there was no better news than this.

Hagrid shouldered the crossbow again, still clutching his nose, and led them back into the thick of the bush.

For a while neither of them spoke, even when they heard a distant thud—that Gotop had finally let go of the tree.

Harry couldn't find anything to say. What if someone found out that Hagrid was hiding Glop in the Forbidden Forest? He had never thought about this problem before, and after Fan Lin left, he could only solve it by himself.

And he had promised himself and Ron that he would continue Hagrid's completely pointless attempt to teach giants civilization.

How could Hagrid trick himself into thinking those razor-toothed monsters were cute and harmless in that way? To lie to himself that Glop would be comfortable with humans?

Obviously, it wasn't that there was something wrong with Hagrid's brain, or that Harry hadn't woken up today.

The latter is more likely, as Fan Lin said, Gropp's head is empty except for food, and even food comes from instinct.

And now it seems that Harry is more inclined to have a stone giant in front of them, with a brain as hard as a rock, and then hit it with a pine tree.

Stop, said Hagrid suddenly, as Harry and Ron were fighting in a bush behind him. He took an arrow from the quiver on his shoulder and put it on the crossbow.

Harry and Ron raised their wands - now that they had stopped, something could be heard moving nearby too.

Oh, dear, Hagrid whispered.

I thought I told you, Hagrid, said a deep male voice, that you are no longer welcome here, including your dangerous monster, Hagrid.

The bare upper body of a man floated straight towards them from the half-lit trees. From the waist down they saw that the body of a brown horse joined seamlessly. The centaur had a proud face with prominent cheekbones and long black hair.

Like Hagrid, he carried weapons—a barrel full of arrows, and a longbow slung from his shoulder.

You'd better make him vigilant! the centaur's voice threatened, If something happens, we won't show mercy, and you tell that guy, don't let his footprints in the Forbidden Forest Appear, the Moon God will punish all traitors.

There was a rustling sound in the bushes behind the horseman, and four or five more appeared behind him. Harry recognized the dark, bearded Bailey he'd seen when he met Frazier four years earlier. Bailey pretended not to have seen Harry at all.

So, said Bailey in his obnoxious voice, before turning directly to Margaret, we all agree, I think, what we should do if this man's face appears in the Forbidden Forest again.

Is this, now, me? said Hagrid petulantly, because I prevented your shameful murder?

You shouldn't mind your own business, Hagrid, said Margery, we have our way, and it's none of your business, or your laws. Frazer has betrayed us, and we've been humiliated.

I don't see how you managed to do that, said Hagrid impatiently, he didn't do anything but help Dumbledore—

Frazer has become a slave to man, said a gray centaur with deeply lined faces. In the centaur tribe, this is an unforgivable mistake. We cannot allow him to discredit the centaur so recklessly.

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