Snakes at Hogwarts

Maybe Neville's suggestion is a good one?

You can ask this girl named Granger yourself?

With this thought, Harry and his two friends came to Hagrid's hut.

For Hagrid, who had just seen off Andros, it was undoubtedly a doubly pleasant thing to have someone visit him again.

This constant flow made Hagrid feel welcome at Hogwarts.

He warmly received several visitors and invited them to stay for lunch.

Well, don't be nervous. What Andros definitely didn't imagine was that Hagrid's cooking skills were actually pretty good.

He made a large table of what looked like a sumptuous meal, and the food was, at least outwardly, perfectly fine.

Even the air in the cabin was filled with an alluring smell.

But, is there really no problem?

Harry and Ron looked at each other awkwardly, neither of them picked up the cutlery next to the plate first.

There is no other meaning. The damage caused by the rock cake to the two of them is really too great.

"Neville, have you tried Hagrid's cooking? How do you feel?" Ron gently poked Neville beside him.

"What's the matter? I think it's quite delicious?" Neville looked at the two of them strangely.

In his opinion, this overly enthusiastic giant was a pretty good cook.

Why do these two people look at me with such horrifying eyes?

He obviously hadn't tried Hagrid's rock biscuits yet.

"Yes~really?"

With a hint of suspicion, Ron and Harry used their forks to pick up a piece of something that looked very much like chicken.

Then he carefully put it into his mouth, slowly closed his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit.

It seems that he is afraid that his teeth will be damaged by something that looks like food again.

Um?

Strange.

like?

It seems pretty delicious?

What Harry and Ron didn't expect was that this stuff tasted very good. It melted in their mouths and the aroma that lingered on their tongues made their mouths water like crazy.

Harry and Ron looked up, and they could see the disbelief in each other's eyes that was about to fill the screen.

Merlin's high heels, Hagrid is a different person! ?

When did his cooking skills become so good?

"Hagrid, what kind of meat is this that is so tender?"

He couldn't help but put a few pieces into his mouth. After devouring them for a while, Ron asked carelessly.

"Are you talking about that? That's the whip of a male Cherry Valley duck. It tastes good. I knew you would like it."

Hagrid waved his fist proudly, completely unaware of the increasingly weird expressions on the faces of the little wizards across the table after hearing his answer.

Especially Ron, this guy's face suddenly turned pale and bloodless, his throat was twitching one after another, and he looked like he was about to vomit at any time.

Who made him the one who ate the most just now?

"I got these raw materials with great difficulty. You must eat more. It is the time for you to grow."

ah?

Long body?

What body?

Cough cough cough~

"Ron what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Ron who was covering his mouth and coughing, Hagrid asked with concern.

"Ugh~no~it's okay Hagrid, I, I just ate too fast and choked a little."

"Don't be anxious, eat slowly, there is still more."

Not in the mood to listen to Hagrid's words anymore, Ron couldn't help but move his chair while Hagrid and Neville were talking, which made him farther away from the damn plate of meat.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and inserted some roasted mushrooms.

This time Ron finally got smart and stopped eating meat-related foods on these dinner plates.

.........

It is worth mentioning that Hagrid looked very happy when Harry introduced Neville.

He showed unusual enthusiasm for the introverted boy.

This once made Harry very confused, but during the conversation between Hagrid and Neville during lunch, the Savior finally understood the reason.

"I know your parents, kid, they all came from Gryffindor House."

Hagrid patted Neville's shoulder enthusiastically, and Harry was very grateful to see the same pained expression on the latter's face that he had when Hagrid slapped him.

Yes, Hagrid's enthusiasm was not easy to accept.

Even after years of living and controlling, he still couldn't fully control his powers.

"The couple are the most outstanding Aurors I have ever seen. I don't know how many evil dark wizards were captured by them in Azkaban back then."

"Thank you. Thank you."

"Well, if it weren't for that incident, your parents wouldn't be here either. Forget it, how are they now? Are they feeling better?" Hagrid asked with concern.

"No~no, they are still the same." Neville's voice gradually became deeper.

"Well~"

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Hagrid covered his mouth and coughed several times.

"Okay, kid, don't think about this for now. Your parents will definitely be proud of you if they know that you are studying in Gryffindor now."

So, what happened?

The savior thought with a confused look on his face. He had never heard Neville mention these things before. What the latter talked about the most was the old grandmother who was very strict with Neville.

He never seemed to talk about his parents.

Why is this?

Although he was very curious, Harry still held back his emotions because it sounded like a sad story.

And he didn't want to poke the scars in Neville's heart.

"By the way, Hagrid, do you know who Nicolas Flamel is?" Harry asked.

"Nicholas Flamel? Of course, of course I know. He is a close friend of Dumbledore. Both of them are here. Wait a minute, Harry, why do you ask this?"

Hagrid covered his mouth and glanced up and down at Potter. His pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was frightened by the fact that his secret was unintentionally revealed.

"It's just that I know it accidentally. I'm just curious about who this person is."

"I've searched through many history books, but I couldn't find any description related to Nico Flamel. Can you just tell us who he is?" Harry continued to beg.

But what made the savior extremely disappointed was that Hagrid was unwilling to continue talking no matter what.

"No, I can't go on. This involves a big secret. I swore an oath to Principal Dumbledore to keep it secret."

However, Dumbledore encouraged me to discover the secrets of Nicolas Flamel!

Harry thought glumly that he hadn't mentioned this to Hagrid.

Because Harry knew that no matter what he said, Hagrid would never believe these words.

Knowing that he had spilled the beans, he was very taciturn during lunch.

Even this enthusiastic giant didn't invite them to stay for afternoon tea.

After lunch, Hagrid asked the little wizards to leave on the grounds that he still had things to do.

Walking on that muddy path, Harry became even more unhappy.

"Why aren't they willing to tell us? Lobach too, and Hagrid too. I feel like everyone knows but I am the only one who is kept in the dark." He asked dissatisfied.

"You're not the only one. Don't you see that Neville and I don't know anything?" Ron patted his good friend on the shoulder.

"I say let's go to the library and have a look. If we come across that, the Ravenclaw know-it-all can ask her."

"It can only be the."