Snakes at Hogwarts

Hagrid's hut is located on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and walking further from there is the path into the forest.

Since he had just been here not long ago, Andros was naturally familiar with it. Under his leadership, the two of them soon arrived in front of a low house.

The entire house is made of rough, unpolished stone bricks, and Hagrid built a spire like a wizard's hat on the roof, which looks very interesting.

I didn’t expect that Hagrid’s architectural talent was quite good.

Andros thought as he looked at the chimney inserted diagonally on the roof that was still steaming.

Seeing this cabin, he couldn't help but think back to his own cabin in the woods.

It's almost time. In a few days, I can go back with Ivar for a visit.

As the Christmas holidays approached, Andros's thoughts gradually drifted to the small orphanage in the suburbs of London.

...

Perhaps because of the special bloodline of Hagrid that is different from ordinary wizards, he is also very good at architecture.

It is said that in ancient times, those giants also had very brilliant achievements.

They were the best architects and even built palaces for their gods in some myths and legends.

Logically speaking, this should be a very wise race.

I just don’t know why, but this race has completely declined.

Nowadays, most of the giants in the UK have turned into bloodthirsty and cruel giant beasts, living a primitive life of eating hair and drinking blood all day long.

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"Does Hagrid live in a place like this?" Hermione asked uncertainly, looking at the low house.

Looking at the closed oak door, the girl took a few nervous steps back and subconsciously hid behind Andros.

She seemed to think that there was a monster behind the door that would seize children and eat them, just like in most Muggle fairy tales.

"Don't be nervous, Hagrid is very kind."

Turning back to comfort Hermione softly, Andros stepped forward. He stood on the steps and slapped the wooden door in front of him hard.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"Here we come! Wait a minute!"

Hagrid's bold voice and several deep barks soon came from the hut.

"Ya Ya, you bad boy! Back up! Back up!"

Even through the thick oak door, Hagrid's voice still reached their ears clearly.

As soon as she heard the voice, Hermione couldn't help but take two steps back, and she couldn't help but imagine the scene in her mind.

A giant with tangled hair and beard was dragging the ferocious dog he kept, with saliva constantly dripping from his mouth.

Now, Hermione began to feel that agreeing to come here with Andros was a wrong choice.

But by this time it was too late to regret.

The heavy door was opened through a gap, and then Hagrid's big bearded face was revealed from behind the door.

After seeing the visitor clearly, Hagrid opened the wooden door to a gap that allowed the two of them to pass through, accompanied by a creaking sound.

Of course, this so-called gap refers to Hagrid's exaggerated figure.

For Andros and Hermione, this was enough for them to pass without even having to turn sideways or bend down.

There is no way, the body of an 11-year-old child is too thin.

Now they can only be called two little puddings compared to Hagrid.

This means that they are not even considered a dish.

"Come in! Come in! It's so cold outside, this damn weather!"

Stirred by the cold wind outside, Hagrid couldn't help but sniff. He seemed to have just woken up, and there was still lingering sleepiness in his eyes.

Naturally holding Hermione's little hand, Andros dragged the girl into Hagrid's hut.

There was only one room in the cabin, and it was so messy that it was hard to find where to go.

Well, to put it in a nice way, the atmosphere of life here is very rich.

It's even a little too rich.

The house was littered with scattered odds and ends, moldy dog ​​biscuits, bunches of keys, unknown animal skins, and some full jars and jars.

Even smoked hams and pheasants hang from the ceiling.

"Fang! Stay back!" After closing the door again, Hagrid kicked the strong black hound aside roughly.

"Lie down obediently!"

After placing the teeth, Hagrid turned back to look at Andros and Hermione, a warm smile appeared on his big bearded face.

"Don't be nervous, Yaya is always so enthusiastic."

Is this really passion?

Looking at the black hound lying on the floor still dripping with saliva, Hermione's face turned pale.

The hound almost jumped on her just now, and now the girl has not recovered yet.

"Where are we sitting?" Andros asked.

"Ah~ find a seat by the fire and sit casually! There should be a few chairs there."

Hagrid shouted without looking back. He was busy taking the steaming kettle off the stove.

The two sat at the table by the fire, watching everything around them quietly.

There was a bed placed in the corner of the cabin. It was a large bed that fit Hagrid's body shape. The bed was covered with quilts made of broken pieces.

The air was mixed with the warm smell of the crackling firewood, mixed with the smell of bacon and ham.

Everything here seems to reveal the atmosphere of life.

Feeling the warmth in the hut, Hermione's originally pale face gradually turned rosy, and she was not as nervous as she was at the beginning.

Without keeping them waiting, Hagrid came over with a large tray, which contained a huge teapot, two bowl-sized teacups, and a dinner plate that was bigger than Andros's face.

In addition, the dinner plate was filled with a dark brown, irregularly shaped round cookie.

"You must be freezing. I prepared some hot tea and rock biscuits." He placed the contents of the tray on the dining table one by one, and poured two large cups for Andros and Hermione. of tea.

Is this the famous rock cake?

Looking at the contents on the plate, before Andros could say anything, the lying hound at the door became restless again.

It stood up, barked, and looked at Hagrid with flattering eyes.

It seems that this plate of rock cake is very suitable for Yaya's appetite?

"I didn't talk to you Yaya! Keep lying down! Otherwise, you won't have food to eat tonight!" Hagrid glared fiercely at the hound.

The hound named Yaya lay on the ground again, with its mouth closed and whining. Its eyes were full of human grievances.

Unexpectedly, Hagrid’s pet dog would have a soft spot for things like rock biscuits.

I really don’t know how he was trained!

Could it be that they use rock biscuits to grind their teeth?

Andros thought wildly.

"Don't be nervous, Yaya was just a little excited when he saw the rock cake. He always likes to eat the food I make." Hagrid said with some pride.

"Hagrid, you should really take your eyes away from the claws and teeth. You haven't discovered that Fang is a bitch." Hearing Hagrid's words, Andros couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Did he really not notice it?

No way, isn't Hagrid very knowledgeable about magical animals?

Besides, isn’t this easy to judge?

Can't he tell whether it has a handle or not?