Retirement from Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall helplessly looked at the cautious Trelawney next to her, as if someone might die at any moment, and shook her head helplessly. Professor McGonagall put a large spoon into a large tureen that she ordered.Then he asked Trelawney, "Would you like tripe, Sybil?"

Professor Trelawney ignored her.She opened her eyes, looked around, and asked, "Where is dear Professor Lupin?"

"He has something to go back to his hometown for something," Dumbledore said, indicating that everyone could start eating. "He found that he had left some important things at home. It is really unfortunate for something like this to happen at Christmas."

"But you must have known that, didn't you, Sybil?" said Professor McGonagall.Raised his eyebrows.

Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a very cold look, as if she was dissatisfied with Professor McGonagall's contempt.

"Of course I know, Minerva," she said quietly, "but people don't show off that they know everything. I often behave as if I don't have the Third Eye so that others don't feel it. worrying and nervous."

"This explains a lot of problems." Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow after hearing her words.

Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less muffled. "If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for long. He seems to understand that his time is short. I volunteered to show him the crystal ball. Sometimes, he always avoids——"

"Ha." Professor McGonagall sneered.

"I think," but before she could say the next word, Dumbledore interrupted her. His tone was happy, but slightly higher. This ended Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney. During the conversation between them, it was obvious that he did not want the two professors to quarrel in front of the students. "Professor Lu Hu will not be in any immediate danger. He just took a ride back for an hour in the vehicle developed by his most famous disciple. I don't think those things will explode, right, Jack?"

"Of course, absolute safety is our service principle." Jack nodded affirmatively.

"Very good," Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, "Then he will be back soon. Derek, have you ever tasted this kind of sausage? It tastes great."

The first-year student's face flushed with nervousness because the principal spoke directly to him, so he took the large platter of sausages with trembling hands.

Two hours later, when the Christmas dinner was over, Professor Trelawney's behavior had been almost normal.But when Jack pulled Hermione to his feet, Professor Trelawney screamed loudly. "Oh my God! Which of you two was the first to leave your seat? Who?"

"It's me, what's the problem?" Jack looked at the startled Trelawney and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I don't think it makes any difference," Professor McGonagall said coldly, "unless there is a crazy axe-wielding man waiting outside the door, intent on slashing the first person to stand up."

Now even Hermione, who always respects teachers the most, smiled.But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to find this funny, and she felt greatly offended.He looked at Jack with an angry expression, who didn't care at all about his warning.

"It's great to be young." Dumbledore said with a smile as he looked at the two people holding hands and leaving.

But Professor McGonagall obviously doesn't agree with Dumbledore's words.

, she muttered softly: "I hope it won't affect my grades."

"Did you pay attention to Hagrid just now?" Hermione asked Jack after walking out of the Great Hall door.

"Hagrid?" Jack frowned after hearing Hermione's words. "He doesn't seem very happy. He feels like he is forcing his smile on his face."

"I think so too." Hermione nodded heavily after hearing Jack's words. "He must be hiding something from us."

"In that case, let's go shopping around Hagrid before going to Hogsmeade for the press conference in the evening." Jack said with a smirk. "Look what uncontrollable things he has done without telling us this time."

After the two had made their decision, they walked through the empty castle and past the oak gates leading to the grounds.They walked hand in hand slowly on the lawn after the first snowfall, bypassing the shortcut to Hagrid's hut and heading towards the Black Lake in a tacit understanding.They strolled slowly by the lake, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the dazzling powdery white snow behind them. As they strolled longer and longer, a layer of white frost also quietly crawled on. Put on their robes.

The Forbidden Forest looked as if it were enchanted, every tree was slightly cast in silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like a colorful cake.When they walked near Hagrid's hut, the originally deserted hut was already lit up with magical lights.

Jack went up and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He's not out, is he?" Hermione said as she shook the snow off her robes.

After hearing Hermione's question, Jack spread his hands helplessly, and then put his ear against the door.

"There is a strange sound," he said, "Well - it should be that coward Yaya."

Hermione listened to Jack's words and put her ear to the door to listen.There were waves of low, regular vibrating moans coming from inside the hut.

"Should we go find some people to take a look?" Hermione said uneasily.

"Hagrid!" Jack shouted, banging on the door. "Hagrid, are you home?"

Then there were heavy footsteps inside the house, and then the door creaked open.Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears falling on the front of his leather vest.It only looked better than when he messed up his first period.

"Come in, it's warmer inside." He opened the door of the hut and let the two of them in.

After the two of them entered, Hagrid also walked to the chair and sat down. Then he threw himself on the dining table next to the chair. His body was shaking and he was sobbing uncontrollably. His face was full of tears, and the tears fell onto his tangled face. On the beard.

"Hagrid, what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked cautiously, looking at Hagrid who was constantly sobbing.Then she noticed an official-looking letter on the table, already opened. "What is that, Hagrid?"

Hagrid sobbed harder after listening to Hermione's question. He pushed the letter to Jack, who picked up the letter and read it: Dear Mr. Hagrid: We have further investigated the Hippogriff incident in your class. Regarding the attack on students, we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident.

"Isn't this great, Hagrid?" Hermione asked a little strangely after hearing what Jack read. "With this letter, the matter is completely over."