Chapter 368: Hagrid Returns

( ) ... So, what does the 'obscure' in the prophecy refer to?

Last night, when Harry asked this question, the door to the Gryffindor common room flew open, and a solemn and unquestionable voice interrupted his question.

It's time to sleep, what are you all doing in the lounge? Go back to your respective dormitories and get moving, immediately, immediately!

There were still bloodshot eyes in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but her condition seemed to have completely stabilized, and she had returned to the usual Hogwarts vice-principal who was strict with others and even stricter with herself.

Oh no! Now, she is already the temporary acting principal.

Under Professor McGonagall's firm urging, the lion cubs stood up one after another, and hurriedly crowded and shouted and left the common room.

Harry and the others naturally rushed into the crowd and walked towards the stairs leading to the dormitory.

To be honest, there were not many students who could really sleep well that night. Even Ron, who was usually heartless and heartless, could hardly fall asleep until very late, and he didn't sleep well.

In such a solemn day, only the nature that abides by the rules remains calm. Even the death of Dumbledore, the world-famous wizard, is nothing more than the loss of a life that can be seen everywhere in this world.

The haze of last night still did not turn into cold raindrops pouring down, but in the early morning of the next day, it dissipated without a sound.

The clouds in the blue sky fluttered leisurely, adding a little golden brilliance under the depiction of the first ray of morning sun.

Although the weather has been getting colder and colder recently, everyone got up early today.

Almost everyone would walk out of the gate of the castle when they passed by the foyer. While being shivered by the cold wind outside the gate, they tiptoed to look at the lawn under the Astronomy Tower.

But there, apart from the slightly overwhelmed withered grass, there was nothing else to be concerned about.

If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't see the kindly figure sitting in the middle of the teaching bench when they went to the auditorium for breakfast, everyone really couldn't have a corresponding sense of the passing of the old man.

All of these seem to be telling everyone that the boundary between life and death actually only exists in everyone's cognition. That's what death means if everyone can no longer feel that person's presence.

A corner of the Gryffindor table,

Harry and Ron sat together, eating their bread in silence. Jam was on hand, but neither of them was in the mood to spread it on the bread right now.

Wouldn't it be okay to let your stomach touch the hunger alarm? You know, no matter how rich the meal is, once you die, you will never be able to eat it again!

Harry. Ron called out sleepily.

what?

Harry chewed the bread in his mouth, always feeling that he couldn't even taste the supposed wheat aroma.

What I just thought of— Ron took a sip of milk, and moved the contents of his mouth down his throat. We should show more respect to Nearly Headless Nick in the future.

Ah— Harry came back to his senses, nodded and said, You're right.

You said, Dumbledore... Ron paused hesitantly when the name was mentioned, ...will he become a ghost?

Who knows? Harry shook his head. How ghosts are formed, even they themselves don't know... It is said that if you die with strong regrets, you may become a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be the case at all.

After Harry finished speaking, the two found that they had no more topics to talk about. After they stared at each other a few times back and forth, they simply buried themselves in the difficult task of eating bread again.

At this moment, a certain figure blew up from the gate of the auditorium like a gust of wind, and quickly came behind the two of them.

Have you finished eating yet? Hurry up, we have to cheer up!

Harry and Ron turned their heads in amazement, and saw Hermione's disheveled brown hair and her slightly dilated nostrils from panting.

what happens?

Should be a good thing - Hagrid is back! Hermione replied quickly.

Really? Ron asked suspiciously, Didn't you say in the common room just now that you need to go to the library first? How do you know?

Before the words finished, a figure who was a few steps slower than Hermione also chased after him panting slightly.

Hermione was obviously a little awkward, but she still grabbed the man's sleeve and explained, It was Lou — Miss Lovegood told me.

...I was walking ahead and saw a 'big--man'.

Luna was pulled by Hermione's sleeve, and she staggered a few steps, but she said it indifferently, and even opened her arms to gesture.

That-so big! she explained in a daze.

Hagrid is indeed big, but isn't this already common sense at Hogwarts? Luna only entered school a year later than them, so she should have gotten used to it by now, right?

Ron looked at the girl with long pale blond hair suspiciously, and felt that she was indeed as rumored, and indeed a little weird.

Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, looked away a little uncomfortably after seeing Luna. He still seemed to have deep sympathy for what hurt Luna back then, and he didn't dare to look at this girl.

Good morning? Luna tilted her head, looked at them with slightly foggy eyes and greeted them.

Ah... well, good morning.

Harry looked at the air beside Luna and nodded.

Don't say 'good morning', hurry up and finish eating, we have to be back before the first class starts! Hermione urged with one hand on her hip, pointing at them.

The two hurriedly stuffed the bread into their mouths, and were so choked that they poured milk into their mouths. After being busy for a while, the four of them quickly left the auditorium together and headed for the hunting lodge on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Oh - I should have changed into a thick sweater today, it's so cold!

Walking quickly on the path in the vestibule, Ron shrugged his shoulders and shrunk his neck, wrapping his hands around his arms, breathing heavily from the cold.

...better wear a scarf again! Harry added duly.

This time, Hermione was uncharacteristically, and didn't criticize the two boys for their verbosity. Because she didn't wear much today, and the thin outer robe fluttered in the wind, completely unable to block the gusts of cold wind.

Hogwarts Castle is huge, and the vestibule is naturally quite open. Once it comes to the windy season, it will definitely blow violently like it doesn't cost money.

Luna, on the other hand, still had a leisurely demeanor—her house was located on an unusually wide hillside, and the howling wind was already used to it.

And the most important thing is that she has not been afraid of the cold since she was a child.

It's just that the three of them felt colder when they looked at her neck exposed to the cold wind and her long hair swaying with the strong wind!

Fortunately, Hagrid's hut was not far away, and soon they could clearly see what the hut looked like. Under the faint sunlight that hides in the clouds from time to time, some old hunting lodges seem to have some vitality.

In the chimney on the roof that had not been moved for a long time in the past, smoke was rising from the chimney at this moment, and was blown farther by the strong wind in the sky.

When the three of them saw each other, they subconsciously quickened their pace, and Luna followed unhurriedly. They came to the wooden door excitedly, and Harry raised his hand and knocked a few times.

Suddenly, a nostalgic noisy barking sounded from behind the wooden door.

Hagrid, we - it's us! Harry yelled, leaning against the crack of the door.

Oh—yes, it's coming so soon? A slightly hoarse voice came out, I thought you would be later! The water hasn't boiled yet—

Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, a little heavy, but reassuring.

Seriously, I miss you a little bit—get out of the way! Yaya, get out of the way! You Flobber dog, lie down a little—

Hagrid sounded rather pleased, which made both Harry and Ron look at Hermione.

You... haven't told Hagrid yet, have you? Harry said with some seriousness.

Well, no... Hermione shook her head, I haven't been here yet... Miss Lovegood just told me, and I ran to call you.

Just as they were talking, the wooden door next to them was pushed open creakingly, and the next moment, Hagrid's big head protruded from the crack of the door.

Hermione turned her head subconsciously, then screamed immediately.

Oh, keep your voice down! said Hagrid hastily. Come in, come in! Miss Lovegood said she wanted to inform you, but I didn't expect you to move so quickly—

Hagrid, where's the 'big--one'?

Luna didn't seem to care about their performance at all, she stretched out her hand to gesture again, showing a little curious look.

Oh! Didn't I agree with you? Don't mention that matter again... Hagrid waved his hands again and again, and then pushed several children to squeeze in through the door frame.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the wooden door closed tightly again.

Sorry, Hagrid...I just... Hermione stood by the door, looked at Hagrid in surprise and said, Oh...how did you do this?

Hagrid's hair was almost all tangled, and there seemed to be some dark red clots of blood in it. The left eye was swollen high, and the eyes were narrowed into a thin slit, showing a bright blue-purple color.

On every inch of skin that everyone can see, there are various scars, and in some places, the blood has not even stopped.

Perhaps one or two ribs had been broken, which made him move a little cautiously, grinning the corners of his mouth from time to time, gasping for air in a hissing way.

It's okay, it's okay! Hagrid pretended to be relaxed, Have a cup of tea? It's cold outside today...