The Son of Light of the Snake House

Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached a kind of tacit understanding, and they kept silent about their quarrel.Now they are very friendly to each other, but they are polite and seem a little unnatural.Harry finally had a chance to tell what he had overheard about the conversation between Hagrid and Madame Maxime.

Ron looked horrified, but Hermione took it well, and Harry blamed it on the fact that both he and Hermione came from non-magical homes, and that his knowledge of giants was limited to Hagrid—but Della Coe didn't seem to be afraid.

"Actually, I thought he must be a giant," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I know he can't be a pure-bred giant, because they are all about twenty feet tall. But to be honest, we can't afford it." So neurotic about giants. They can't all be that scary...it's a prejudice, like people do with werewolves...just a preconception, isn't it?"

Ron seemed eager to retaliate with a few mean words to Hermione, but maybe he didn't want to fight anymore, he just shook his head disapprovingly when Hermione wasn't paying attention.Then he hit on a problem.

"Who did you hear it with?"

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment: "Following...Malfoy."

"Why are you with him?" Ron pointed out sharply, and Hermione seemed to want to contradict him.

"What? Don't you like Harry meeting him by chance?"

Seeing that Ron was going to be furious, Harry quickly stopped them: "I just wanted to come out to get some air, I accidentally bumped into him, and I was blocked by Fleur Delacour and his dance partner and couldn't escape--me too compelled to hear."

Ron trembled at the mention of Fleur Delacour and stopped talking, Harry was relieved.

The first week of vacation was all about playing, now it's time to think about homework.Christmas passed, and everyone seemed to calm down, after all, the past was over, but Harry became even more nervous.

As soon as Christmas passed, February 2th seemed a lot closer, and he hadn't even thought about what the clue was in the golden egg.Therefore, as soon as he returned to the dormitory, he took out the golden egg from the box, opened it, and listened carefully, hoping to understand the mystery.He forced himself to think what else the sound could have reminded him of besides Thirty Music Saws, but he couldn't remember, he had never heard a sound like it before.He closed the golden egg, shook it vigorously, and then opened it again to see if there was any change in the sound.No, it's still the same.He also tried asking questions of the golden egg, shouting at the top of its screams, but got nowhere.

He even threw the golden egg across the room—though he himself didn't expect it to be of any use.Probably just venting anger?

He didn't really want to try what Cedric told him, and he still hated Cho Chang, even though he knew it was entirely his own fault for inviting him too late.

And in Harry's opinion, if Cedric really wanted to help Harry, he should have made it clearer.I had told Cedric clearly what the first project was - and Cedric had given Harry a bath in fair exchange.Well, Harry didn't need that kind of worthless help - and besides, the man who provided it was walking up and down the corridors arm in arm with Cho Chang all day long!

Therefore, on the first day of the new term, when Harry went to class, he not only carried the books, parchment and quill on his back as usual, but also carried the heavy burden of the golden egg in his heart, just as he carried the golden egg with him. Like it.

The field was still covered with thick snow, and the windows of the conservatory were covered with fine droplets of water, and they could not see the scene outside the window during the herbal medicine class.No one wants to go to Care of Fantastic Creatures class in this weather, although Ron said that the snails would probably warm them up, and they would either chase their classmates around, or blow up a lot of sparks, making Hagrid The hut caught fire.

However, when they came to Hagrid's hut, they saw an elderly witch standing at the door.Her gray hair was cropped short and her jaw was very prominent.

"Come on, come on, the bell has been ringing for five minutes," she snapped at them.They walked through the snow with one foot deep and one shallow foot toward her.

"Who are you?" Ron asked, staring at her. "Where's Hagrid?"

"I'm Professor Graplan," she said crisply. "I'm your substitute teacher for Care of Magical Creatures."

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry asked aloud again.

"He's uncomfortable." Professor Graplan said with a cold face, not thinking that he had the obligation to explain to the students.

"Uncomfortable?" Harry heard a familiar voice behind his ears, so he turned his head to look, and sure enough, it was Daniel and Draco who came together, followed by a bunch of Slytherin students, and just now The words were put forward by Daniel.

He wore a snow-white cloak sewn with a snow-white soft fur collar, and the neat edges were embroidered with gold lace.Daniel seemed to be wearing a gray British vest under the cloak, and a dark green tie was dotted on his chest. The white fur on the collar made his face more white as jade, and even a little bit delicate.

Harry shuddered and didn't say hello to Daniel, and immediately turned his head. He didn't understand—why Draco could adjust so quickly?

"Please go this way," Professor Graplan said, walking around the temporary stables, where Beauxbaton's steeds were trembling.Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed her, looking back at Hagrid's cabin as they walked.All the curtains are drawn.Is Hagrid in there?Sick and lonely?

"What's the matter with Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"What else? Alcoholism, why should I tell you this!" Professor Graplan said very dissatisfied, and strode forward.Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, and immediately thought of Hagrid's lost love, so he fell silent.

Professor Graplan led them past the stables, where the huge Beauxbatons stood, snuggled up against the cold.

"What do you think is today's magical creature?" Ron quietly asked Harry.

Harry shook his head, he was a little worried about Hagrid now.

They were led towards a great tree at the edge of the forest, which was covered with snow-white frost, and a large and beautiful unicorn was tied to it.

Like a creature out of a fairy tale.

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The original text of Hagrid was called by Rita for an interview, and now he is trapped by love, and has gone to drink hhh