Hogwarts lazy snake

The scene slowly returns to Hogsmeade Station.

"Bye, kids!" Hagrid shouted goodbye as he fished out a small pink handkerchief from his pocket.

He pinched the handkerchief with his thick fingers, and then pressed it against his nose, making a "puff puff" sound, which looked a bit funny. Then, he waved the handkerchief vigorously at Harry and others.

As Hagrid waved his hands, he suddenly felt a strange stiffness in his chest.

He thought to himself, how could he have forgotten such an important thing?

He immediately opened his mouth without hesitation and shouted: "Wait! Harry, I almost forgot to give you something important."

After shouting, he strode towards the carriage where Harry was.

His huge body began to run, and the entire ground seemed to tremble slightly.

He held a leather book tightly in one hand and the pink handkerchief in the other. As he ran, his huge body trembled, looking a little clumsy but very eager.

Harry's signature messy hair poked out of a carriage window, his face full of confusion. He didn't know why Hagrid suddenly called him again, so he asked, "Hagrid, what's wrong?"

"This is for you. I almost forgot about it. These are some photos of your parents."

Hagrid handed the album to Harry while panting, and then patiently explained: "These are the photos that I asked for from some wizards of the same class. When they heard that James' children were also studying at Hogwarts, they were very happy and were happy to take out the photos, so they put together this album."

"Hagrid, you..." Harry looked at the leather photo album in his hand. For a moment, his heart was filled with mixed feelings, and his thoughts were as erratic as the surging tide.

The vague memories of his parents, the longing for them, and the deep gratitude towards Hagrid, all kinds of emotions intertwined in his heart.

He couldn't help but stretch out half of his body and hugged Hagrid with all his strength.

His eyes turned red in an instant, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Thank you!"

"Uh... Hahaha, Harry, it's okay, thank you too. And these are all small things." Hagrid felt the body temperature coming from Harry, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the smile was full of relief.

He patted Harry's back gently, like a kind elder comforting his child.

Just then, the distinctive hum of the Hogwarts train sounded.

The humming sound was like a magical melody hidden beneath the other sounds, so faint it seemed like the whisper of a magical world.

Only those little wizards or magical creatures who are particularly sensitive to magical aura can detect its existence.

Harry and Hagrid were once again plunged into that touching scene with tears streaming down their cheeks.

Hagrid's eyes were also red, and his rough big hands patted Harry's back gently again and again, as if he wanted to convey his emotions to Harry in this way.

In Hagrid's eyes, the train gradually moved away and finally disappeared from sight.

The happy smile on his face gradually calmed down, and was replaced by a hint of worry.

Hagrid knew that the injuries on Harry and the others were caused by the Philosopher's Stone, but he had no idea what exactly happened under the trapdoor in the underground that day.

Thinking back to the day when I went to the school infirmary and saw the injuries and conditions of several people, I can only describe it as terrible.

Harry was covered in wounds, Hermione looked dazed, Ron had lost his arm, and Horn was still unconscious. When Hagrid thought of this, his heart felt heavy as if it was being pressed by a huge stone.

At the same time, in a forest as dense as a green ocean, tall trees blocked out the sun, and the sunlight could only shine through the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows.

The ground was covered with thick dead branches and leaves, which looked like a huge, rotten carpet, emitting a damp and stale smell.

Just on this seemingly peaceful forest floor, there was a slow bulge suddenly, and the bulge looked like a huge creature struggling underground to break out.

With a slight shake, a huge and ferocious anaconda head emerged from it.

The snake's head was as big as a large millstone, and its dark green scales gleamed with a cold luster in the weak sunlight, as if they were pieces of carefully crafted bronze armor.

Its eyes were like two small green lanterns, revealing coldness and cruelty, and were vigilantly scanning everything around it.

"Ah~ Potter! Nicholas! Ah~hiss!"

A hoarse and sharp sound came out of the snake's mouth. The sound was like a rusty saw sawing rough wood, which was particularly abrupt in the silent forest.

The sound seemed to carry an invisible deterrent force, scaring the nearby birds and animals into panic.

The birds screamed and flew up from the branches. They flapped their wings and rushed into the sky in a panic. The sound of their flapping wings broke the original tranquility of the forest. The small animals on the ground also fled. Their little claws ran frantically on the dead branches and leaves, making rustling sounds.

The entire forest was instantly plunged into a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

After making this strange sound, this huge anaconda seemed to be put into a high-temperature steamer at several hundred degrees alive.

Its huge body began to roll continuously on the ground. Every twist of its huge body was like a small earthquake. The surrounding trees trembled as it was hit. Some dead branches were shaken off and scattered on the ground.

It twisted its body, and its huge body kept colliding with the surrounding objects. Some of the small trees it hit were broken directly in half, making crisp breaking sounds; others were crushed to the ground, making faint, painful creaking sounds.

Moreover, it kept spitting out some white mucus, which was like some kind of strong acid. The mucus slowly flowed out of its mouth and fell drop by drop on the ground. Any object that each drop of mucus touched immediately began to vaporize and evaporate as if it had touched some unknown horror.

The withered yellow leaves turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace the moment the mucus dripped. The small branches on the ground were quickly corroded after touching the mucus and turned into a cloud of mist that drifted away.

But the strange thing is that the anaconda's mouth did not have any damage. The big mouth continued to open and close, making a terrifying hissing sound.

Then, a bloodless and pale hand as if covered with ice and snow stretched out from the anaconda's mouth.