Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"Is this punishment?" Hagrid whispered to himself. He felt the cruelty and ruthlessness of fate.

At that moment, he understood a cruel fact: as a night watchman, he could no longer enjoy the warmth and happiness of a family like ordinary people. He could not have his own children, could not have his own family, and his life would be bound by this responsibility forever.

This is a heavy price, but Hagrid knows that he must accept it. His heart is filled with endless sorrow and helplessness, but he also knows that this is the path he has chosen, and he must go on bravely.

So, Hagrid continued to move forward and set foot on the road to the Wall. He was heavy-hearted and silent, but he knew that this was his mission and he had to move forward firmly, no matter how difficult the road ahead was.

Hagrid continued to move forward. Although his heart was filled with fear and anxiety about the unknown, he also knew how to accept the fate he faced.

However, although being a night watchman means that he cannot have children, he has an indifferent attitude towards this. In his view, this is a sacrifice, but it is also the path he has chosen, and he is willing to bear all the consequences for it.

As he continued to move forward, he began to think about the meaning of having children. In his eyes, life is not just about continuing the race, but has more profound meanings. He believes that everyone has their own unique mission and value, whether they can have children or not.

"Hagrid, do you think there is any meaning in having children?" a traveler on the road suddenly asked.

Hagrid stopped and stared into the distance, thinking about this question. "For some people, having children is an important way to continue the family bloodline, and it is also a kind of happiness and satisfaction. But for me, having children is not the only meaning of life."

The traveler looked at Hagrid curiously, "So what do you think the meaning of life is?"

Hagrid smiled and thought for a moment. "I believe that the meaning of life lies in pursuing the truth in our hearts and sticking to our beliefs. No matter what challenges and difficulties we face, we should face them bravely and stick to our dreams and goals."

The traveler was silent for a while, as if thinking about Hagrid's words. "You are right, Hagrid. Life is not just about having children. There are more and deeper meanings."

Hagrid nodded and continued walking forward. He knew that although he could not have children, he could still contribute to the world in other ways and fight for everything he cherished.

As he was walking, Hagrid's thoughts returned to the Wall he was about to go to. For ordinary people, the Wall might just be a boundary line that separated the realms, but for Hagrid, it was a holy place full of legends and mysteries.

Over the long years, Hagrid has always heard the legend of the Wall. This magnificent building is not only a line of defense, but also a holy place for guardians, a place that carries the dreams and wishes of countless warriors.

He imagined himself standing on the tall city wall, looking down at the boundless land and gazing at the unknown in the distance. On that cold winter night, he would become one of the guardians, guarding this land and all living things.

"The Great Wall, I'm finally going there." Hagrid said to himself, his eyes flashing with anticipation and excitement.

Although the road was bumpy, Hagrid's faith became stronger and stronger. He knew that as long as he persevered, he would reach his destination one day and realize his dream.

During the long journey, he met many pedestrians, some of them were travelers from afar, some were local residents. They gathered together, exchanged stories and experiences, and shared each other's joys and sorrows.

"Are you going to the Great Wall too?" someone asked curiously.

Hagrid nodded, "Yes, I have decided."

“That’s a tough road,” another person said, “but I believe you can do it.”

Hagrid smiled and thanked them for their encouragement and blessings. During this journey, he gained a lot of friendship and warmth, which made him feel particularly warm and satisfied.

With the departure of Robert, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Winterfell became empty. Harry Potter followed him and set out on the road to leave. His heart was filled with complex emotions, including reluctance to leave and expectations and challenges for the future.

Walking on the road in the cold wind, Harry walked side by side with Robert. Robert was a kind and resolute leader, his figure looked particularly tall and majestic in the wind and snow.

"Harry, are you ready?" Robert's voice was filled with warmth and concern.

Harry nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty. I am ready."

Robert smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder. "Very good, Harry. I believe you will do even better."

They walked on the road, surrounded by the vast snowfield and the vast sky. The cold wind whistled past, but their hearts were filled with warmth and determination.

"Harry, what do you think our journey will be like?" Robert asked.

Harry thought for a moment, "I'm not sure, Your Majesty. But I believe that no matter what happens, we will face it together and get through it together."

Robert nodded, "You are right, Harry. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we will work together and fight together."

During the journey, they encountered various challenges and difficulties, but they always firmly supported each other and faced them together. Their friendship was further sublimated during this journey and became an indispensable part of each other's lives.

In the snowy Winterfell, Auntie was filled with sadness and emptiness, and she came alone to the room where her son Dudley Dursley slept. This room used to be so familiar, but now it seemed strange and deserted.

The room was filled with an old smell, and the light beside the bed was weak and dim, casting a shadow. My aunt gently opened the door and stepped into the room with soft steps, her heart filled with endless sadness and regret.

She walked to Dudley's bedside and looked at him lying quietly on the bed, his expression calm and peaceful in his sleep. At this moment, she felt an indescribable pain and sadness, as if the whole world was silently mourning this unconscious child.

"Dudley, my child." Aunt called softly, her voice full of endless love and sadness.

She gently sat on the bed, stroking Dudley's hair, tears in her eyes. This child who used to be so arrogant and proud now lay motionless on the bed, as if he had lost all his vitality.

"Dudley, what's wrong with you?" my aunt asked softly, her voice choking with sobs.