The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The look on Dumbledore's face broke Harry's heart.

But just when he felt that he was about to accept the fact that Sirius and the others were dead, he heard Dumbledore say in a hoarse voice:

"It's true that some people died, but Sirius and Remus, they were only slightly injured."

"Then, who is the person who died?"

Ron stepped forward and asked.

His voice sounded shaky.

Harry's heart, which had dropped, rose again.

Ron's parents are also members of the Order of the Phoenix.

If that lovely and kind couple died...

"It's Fletcher," Dumbledore's eyes were slightly red, and he said with some sadness, "A warrior who has some minor flaws, but is equally great. Unfortunately, he happened to be in front of Tonks at the time."

Ron looked at Harry and Hermione in confusion, as if asking who this guy named Fletch was.

"Mundungus Fletcher! You should have met!"

Dumbledore reminded.

But judging from his expression and tone, he seemed angry that Ron and Harry had forgotten about Fletch.

And Harry also thought about it after being reminded by him.

Mundungus Fletcher.

He was a short, fat man with an unshaven beard and short bow legs.

Frankly speaking, Harry didn't like this guy.

He is too philistine.

He always drooled over the Black family antiques in Sirius's house, and tried to encourage Sirius to sell them all to him, claiming that he would give them the best price.

If only he was the one who died and not someone else.

Harry would be really happy.

But he can't do that.

Because no matter what happened to Fletch during his lifetime, he is now a fallen hero!

These two emotions blended together, so that his current expression became extremely strange.

Next to him, Ron was also having a hard time holding back his laughter.

Seeing Dumbledore's increasingly unfriendly eyes, Harry coughed twice and changed the subject:

"Professor Dumbledore, why did they go to such a dangerous place? And my precognitive dream. What on earth is going on?"

Dumbledore's attention was indeed drawn.

The expression on his face was stagnant, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He shook his head at Harry and said:

"These things are confidential and I can't tell you."

When Harry heard this, he immediately wanted to continue asking, but he heard Dumbledore say again:

"But maybe you could check out Hagrid's hut."

"why would……"

Harry instinctively frowned and asked, but before he could finish speaking, Hermione screamed beside him:

"You mean Hagrid is back?!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

After getting the affirmative answer, Harry and others were almost crazy with joy.

It has been almost half a year since they last saw this good friend.

For a moment, Harry and others felt like they were returning home. They said goodbye politely and quickly left the office.

Harry didn't even ask Dumbledore about what happened next.

Because he knew that Hagrid would definitely tell him everything.

Hagrid is one of those people who can't hide secrets.

Especially for them.

After the trio disappeared, Professor McGonagall, who had remained silent, slowly came closer and said:

"Is it a difficult situation?"

"I can't say it's easy," Dumbledore said with a smile, "but it can't be called difficult at the moment."

"So," said Professor McGonagall, "do you need my help?"

"Of course, Minerva, you have always been my best helper. I can't do without you."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, a faint smile began to ripple on Professor McGonagall's face.

But before he had to wait long, Dumbledore said again:

"Without you, I don't even know what kind of trouble those naughty students will get into. So, promise me to help me take care of those students and this school, okay?"

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face disappeared.

She stared at Dumbledore seriously and pursed her lips tightly.

After a while, Professor McGonagall straightened her robes without saying a word and left the office without looking back.

bang——

The office door was slammed shut.

The force was so strong that it almost shook Phoenix Fox off the shelf.

As she left, the expression on Dumbledore's face turned cold.

He came to the shelf and stroked and soothed Fawkes the Phoenix.

But his eyes always fell on the castle lawn outside the French window.

There, the excited Harry trio were running in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

"Things are getting worse, aren't they? Dumbledore."

On the wall behind Dumbledore, an old man with a goatee and a look somewhat similar to Sirius was standing in the frame and saying.

Dumbledore did not speak.

He didn't even look back, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"You just let him go find that idiot Hagrid?" the old man with the white beard said again, "You should know that his brain is now connected to Voldemort, just like he can sense Voldemort's side through dreams. The situation is the same, Voldemort can also learn about your intelligence through him.

Aren't you afraid that he will leak information to Voldemort? "

Dumbledore finally turned his head, looked at the old man quietly and said:

"What can be known and leaked by Hagrid is not real intelligence."

"Ah! It's starting again. Dumbledore, you are always like this, you like to use everyone you can use to achieve your own goals, no matter how close that person is to you, by any means necessary! The damn Sorting Hat is really negligent. Duty, you should have been sorted into Slytherin when you were in school!"

The old man grumbled, but soon he seemed to remember something and said with a smile, "However, if those people know that they are being used by you. For example, that Harry Potter . If he knows that your care for him is just an initial investment and some compensation, and that you are always ready to destroy this Horcrux that was born by coincidence, just like slaughtering a pig, what do you think he will do? Feelings?

To be honest, I always feel that you are more Slytherin than us Slytherins!

To be honest, are you, the Dumbledore family, really not descendants of Lord Slytherin? "

Dumbledore didn't speak, but looked at the old man in the portrait coldly.

Along with the conversation between the two of them, other portraits on the wall also cast their gazes over.

The old man seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in the spotlight and continued:

"Maybe you think you are the righteous one, but in fact we really don't care about the final outcome between you and Voldemort.

Because it doesn’t matter which of you wins.

None of it will shut down or harm Hogwarts.

You all have a deep affection for this school.This school also plays a vital role in realizing your ideals.

Even if Voldemort wins in the end, Hogwarts will only need to change its teaching methods.

What's the big deal?

There have been so many headmasters in the history of Hogwarts, and each of them had a different teaching philosophy!

It's not like there have been things even more extreme than Voldemort.

oh!correct!And that Link Foley, your little ally.

He doesn't want to be honest lately, right?

Some kind of factory was set up, and another army was set up.

Can't you see it?

He is also paying attention to Hogwarts and wants to use the Ministry of Magic to drive you out.

To be honest, I like Link Foley more than you and Voldemort.

No matter in terms of bloodline, ability or wealth, he is a very standard nobleman.

A person like him will not be as idealistic as you, nor will he make everything bloody like Voldemort. He is a good candidate for the principal.

Don't you really want to consider giving up the position of principal to him? "

As the old man with the goatee spoke, the ridicule on his face was so strong that it almost overflowed.

What's strange is that except for a few portraits of past principals who roared in dissatisfaction, the rest of the portraits in the entire office remained silent.

They were so quiet, looking at Dumbledore with mocking eyes that were somewhat similar to the old man with the goatee.

Obviously, their thoughts were exactly the same as those of the old man with white beard.

Dumbledore's eyes swept across the mocking faces, his expression becoming colder and colder.

The Phoenix Fox in his arms seemed to sense his mood.

He tilted his head and lowered his body, ready to attack at any time.

The next moment, Dumbledore waved his arm violently, and a strong wind suddenly arose from the office, sticking pieces of black cloth in the corner to the faces of the portraits.

The office became quiet again.

As the current headmaster of Hogwarts, he has jurisdiction over everything in the school.

This is the power given to him by the Big Four.

A few portraits of former vice-principals are not enough to be an exception.

After doing all this, Dumbledore came to the floor-to-ceiling window again.

Where he looked, the Harry trio had arrived at the door of the cabin.

……

Hogwarts Hunting Grounds.

Inside Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid was sitting on the 4-meter-square bed, which to him could only be regarded as a single bed, and he carefully applied a gray-brown ointment to his arm.

His hair was messy and covered with blood clots, and his left eye was narrowed into a slit, blue and purple.

The face and neck were covered with scars, and some were even bleeding.

As he applied the ointment, he was still gasping for breath, and his whole body was very uncoordinated - this was caused by a broken rib.

But these are actually nothing to Hagrid.

With the blood of a hybrid giant, he could heal all these injuries within half a month even without any treatment.

He is very experienced in this regard.

After all, being a gamekeeper at Hogwarts is not a comfortable profession.

The creatures in the Forbidden Forest were no friendlier to him than the others.

The most serious injury on Hagrid's body was actually the arm he was dealing with.

There, a black wizard used the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse to open a large hole that was so deep that the bones could be seen.

Such wounds soaked in cursed magic can only be restored by fixed counter-spells and cannot be cured by any other means.

Fortunately, the Death Eaters' Shadowless Blades all originated from Snape. After Snape released the counter-curse, the wound has healed.

Unfortunately, he took too long.

The bones and nerves deep in the wound have been damaged and require continued conservative treatment with magic potions.

After a while, Hagrid finally finished applying the medicine.

His disheveled hair was soaked with sweat, and the wounds on his face were sore from the stimulation of sweat, which made Hagrid look a little ferocious as he winked.

Hagrid wiped his sweat and was about to reach out and touch the big dog Fang wagging its tail at his feet when three regular knocks on the door rang.

Hagrid frowned.

His teeth, which were still honest at first, suddenly popped out and he started barking at the door.

"Hagrid! It's us!"

Harry's familiar voice came from outside, which made Hagrid relax.

"I should have thought of that!"

A smile appeared on Hagrid's face, which was mostly covered by hair and beard. He pushed the teeth blocking the way with his feet and limped towards the door, "I just came back less than half an hour ago, get out of the way. Yaya, you sleepyhead..."

crunch--

The latch was pulled and the wooden door opened.

Hagrid looked at the trio outside the door with a smile on his face. The pain in his body was relieved a lot because of the visits from Harry and others.

But after Harry and the other three saw Hagrid's appearance clearly, the excited smiles on their faces disappeared.

Instead it was horror.

"Oh my God! Hagrid! Are you going to duel with the fire dragon?"

Hermione covered her face and screamed.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let anyone find out!"

Hagrid warned as he pulled the trio into the cabin, looked around outside for a while, and then closed the door.

After returning to the cabin, he still didn't stop.

He quickly closed the curtains.

The entire wooden house quickly darkened, with only the flames in the stone fireplace not far away still providing jumping and flickering light.

The three Harrys just watched Hagrid's work in silence. It wasn't until Hagrid sat on the bed again that Harry frowned and asked:

"Hagrid, how did you get injured...?"

After hearing this, Hagrid said casually:

"It's nothing, I was just accidentally caught by a few evil birds."

Hagrid limped and put a copper kettle on the stove, "Would you like some tea?"

Ron and Hermione shook their heads. Hagrid's skills had left a deep impression on them in the past.

Well, negative impression.

Harry frowned and looked at the furnishings in the wooden house.

It was much dirtier than the last time he came here, with a thin layer of dust covering everything.

On the floor was a huge backpack that could hold several children, and a pair of dragonhide boots with the soles almost worn out.

'Hagrid must have just come back from a long journey. '

Harry came to this conclusion quickly.

On the other side, Hagrid ignored Ron and Hermione's refusal and still served each of them a basin of tea - of course, to Hagrid, those basins could only be regarded as cups.

When his eyes fell on Harry, he frowned and said worriedly:

"Harry, you look ugly. Are you sick?"

Harry took a deep breath after hearing this and asked seriously:

"Hagrid, are you, I mean you and Sirius, being besieged by Voldemort and Death Eaters?"