Chapter 185 Bloodlines don't distinguish between high and low

Hagrid!

The door of the hunting lodge was banged again, and the knocker shouted loudly, with the momentum of swearing not to let the door open.

Hagrid, that's enough! We know you're in there! Nobody cares that your mother's a giant, Hagrid! Didn't Maca talk to you, I hear? Open the door—

That's Hermione, looking hot, with Harry and Ron standing behind her.

Not long after, the door was opened from the inside. Hermione had just said You should have— before she stopped abruptly, because she found that it was not Hagrid who was facing her, but the Headmaster—Albus Dumbledore.

Good afternoon, he said cheerfully, looking down at them with a smile.

We - er - we want to see Hagrid, said Hermione quietly.

Ah, I guessed it already, said Dumbledore, with a humorous twinkle in his eye, why don't you come in?

Oh...um...well, said Hermione.

She entered the cabin with Ron and Harry. As soon as Harry entered the door, Fang suddenly rushed towards him, barking and trying to lick his ear.

Oh—Maca? Hermione whispered in surprise, and Harry snapped his exceptionally enthusiastic teeth free.

At this time, Maca was sitting with Hagrid at the small round table, and there were three large teacups in front of them.

Are you coming too? Maca nodded towards them, calmly.

Of course Maca was the same as usual, but Hagrid looked very embarrassed at this time.

His face is blotchy, his eyes are red and swollen, and he's gone to the other extreme when it comes to his hair: he doesn't try to keep it tidy anymore, and they've completely reverted to their old steel wool state—even It could have been worse.

Hello, Maca, Hagrid, said Harry.

Only then did Hagrid slowly raise his head.

Okay. He replied in a very hoarse voice.

Have some more tea. Dumbledore said, closing the door behind Harry, Ron and Hermione, took out his wand, fiddled with it gently, and immediately a rotating tea tray and a plate of cake appeared in the air .

Dumbledore magically dropped the tea tray on the table, and everyone sat down.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, Hagrid, did you hear what Miss Granger yelled?

Hermione's face was slightly red, Dumbledore smiled at her, and continued: From the way they wanted to break in just now, it seems that Hermione, Harry and Ron are still willing to make you a friend.

Of course we'd still like to make friends with you! said Harry, looking at Hagrid. Don't you think that Skeeter's cow—sorry, Professor, he said quickly, turning his eyes to Dumbledore.

I was temporarily deaf and did not hear what you were saying, Harry, said Dumbledore. He twiddled his thumbs and stared at the ceiling.

Um - well, said Harry awkwardly, I mean - Hagrid, how do you think we care what that - woman - writes?

Yeah! Didn't you, Maca, and us have a good chat that night? Ron echoed.

Two round tears trickled from Hagrid's dark eyes and slowly seeped into his tangled beard.

But now I am a teacher... not everyone... Hagrid said hoarsely, not everyone wants me to stay.

Hagrid, are you trying to complete Helga Hufflepuff's unfinished goal? Maca patted him and said relaxedly, Do you want to unify Hogwarts? Or unify the whole world?

What? Hagrid looked at Maca blankly.

Everyone has their own ideas, and if there are those who support you, there must be those who are against you... Maca said, You can't make everyone like you, can you?

He paused, then pointed directly at Dumbledore sitting across from him and said, Look, the greatest white wizard is sitting in front of you! But won't he receive a lot of criticism and accusations? But If you look at him again, he would try a different kind of dessert every day, and he never felt uncomfortable because of those accusations.

Dumbledore didn't look at Maca, he just smiled and said, Then I should lock myself in the study and refuse to talk to anyone? That doesn't make any sense, does it?

But—you're not a half-giant! said Hagrid hoarsely.

Hagrid, look what kind of relatives I have! Harry said angrily. Look at the Dursleys!

Excellent point of view! said Professor Dumbledore. My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for indiscriminately bewitching a goat. Did you get up? No, not at all! He held his head up high, and went about his own way! Of course, I'm not sure he can read, so maybe he's not very brave...

Your brother is more courageous than all of us combined, so don't cover it up for him... Maca said unceremoniously, He's not like you, he always keeps things in his heart.

Oh—Maka, you shouldn't have said that— Harry couldn't help persuading, Professor Dumbledore, what happened between you? Hermione said—

About this matter—— Maca interrupted suddenly, I made it very clear about this matter at the World Cup. I think there is no need for me to repeat it?

When Maca said these words, Dumbledore just lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

When Hagrid also stopped his tears because of this incident and looked up at the two of them worriedly, Dumbledore suddenly stood up.

Anyway, I don't accept your resignation. Hagrid, I hope you'll be back in class next Monday, he said. You'll have breakfast with me in the hall at eight-thirty. No excuses. Good afternoon to you all. it is good.

Dumbledore walked towards the door, stopped only to bend over and scratch Fang's ear, and left the cabin. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even glance in Maca's direction.

Maka, I think... there must be some misunderstanding between you and Dumbledore... Hagrid wiped his red eye circles from crying, but instead persuaded Maca, Dumbledore is a very remarkable person. people, really...

Yeah, he's amazing. Maca said, picked up a piece of cake from the plate that Dumbledore got, and said vaguely while eating, Aren't you going to have one? There just happens to be one for each person...

Maka... Harry was about to say something more, but Hermione tugged at his sleeve.

Hagrid, will you be back? she whispered to Hagrid, Come back soon, we all miss you...

Hagrid rubbed his face, nodded, and said, Oh, of course...my dad will blush for me if I do this... The tears came out again, and he wiped them away vigorously, and said, I Haven't shown you a picture of my old dad yet, have you? Here...

Hagrid stood up and went to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a photo. It showed a short wizard with black eyes like Hagrid's, squinted into a slit. He was sitting on Hagrid. There was a big smile on his shoulder.

Hagrid was seven or eight feet tall, judging by the apple tree next to him, but his face was young, full, smooth, and beardless—he looked eleven at most.

This was taken shortly after I got into Hogwarts, said Hagrid hoarsely. Dad was so happy...he thought I couldn't be a wizard, you know, because my mother... well, Don't mention it. Of course, I've never been very good at magic... but at least he didn't see me get expelled...

Hagrid babbled about some past events up and down, and said a lot of words, until he got out of those memories, and then looked at the four teenagers in front of him again.

You know what, Harry? he said, looking up from his father's picture, his eyes very bright, when I first saw you, you reminded me of myself. Your parents are dead, worry You didn't fit in at Hogwarts, remember? You didn't believe you were really capable...but look at you now, Harry! School warrior!

And Maca, to be honest, I've never seen a child like you... I often forget your age when I'm with you! No one is as talented, smart and hardworking as you ... Hagrid continued, Others may not know it well, but I saw it with my own eyes! When you practiced preparing potions with me, you would come here almost every day, over and over again...

Of course, Hermione is also great, her test scores are even better than Maca's, and she carries books everywhere...

He paused, and then said very seriously: I believe that the winner of the Triwizard Cup will definitely come from among you, and no matter who wins the Triwizard Cup, it will be seen by everyone—not only pure blood Only a good wizard can do it, and you don't need to be ashamed of your parentage.

He said, as if remembering something, he suddenly said: By the way, how is your research on the box going?

Of course, said Harry, there's already a clue.

Hermione couldn't bear to spoil the atmosphere, so she subconsciously followed and nodded.

As for Maca, he didn't need to say anything, because no one would think that he would be stumped by a box.

Lying to Hagrid felt different than lying to someone else.

That evening, when Harry returned to the castle with Ron and Hermione, the image of the joy on Hagrid's unshaven face as he imagined Harry winning the Tournament kept flashing in his mind. don't go.

Haven't you figured it out yet? Maca asked strangely.

I only know that I should find some way to replace the rune... Hermione hesitated, I can unlock it, but I don't know how to replace it...

You're thinking too complicated... Maca shook his head and said, This level is just a test of our mobility. Let's look around!