Chapter 369 Luna, she refused to be sad

( ) In the hunting lodge, Hagrid sat sideways on the sofa by the fireplace, staring at the copper kettle on the fireman.

Behind him, on the back of the sofa was a thick black traveling cloak, just like his, not only tattered but also stained.

And in the shadows behind the sofa, an oversized package that could hold two and a half Harrys was placed on the floor, and it was bulging inside without knowing what it contained.

On the other side of the fireplace, two girls, Hermione and Luna, each occupied the last two broken wooden chairs in the cabin.

As for Harry and Ron, they sat obediently on the pile of wood for the fireplace and on an upside-down dirty wooden barrel respectively.

By the way, Hagrid's big dog, Tooth, was squatting by the back table at the moment. While staring at the table, it was drooling with shiny saliva.

Hagrid, where have you been all this time? What happened to you? How did you become like this... Harry couldn't help asking again.

The hunting lodge had been vacant for quite some time, and from Hagrid's appearance, it was obvious that he had just returned. Because no one cleaned it for a long time, a thin layer of dust had accumulated everywhere in the hut.

But now, everyone has no time to take care of these trivial matters.

I said, it's okay!

Hagrid said stubbornly, picked up the umbrella leaning against the fireplace, and pointed into the fire. Immediately, more flames burst out from the pile of firewood, and they licked the copper kettle on the iron shelf with greater effort.

There was a soft crackling of the firewood, and so many sparks exploded that Hermione moved her feet out again, so as not to let the flames ignite her trouser legs.

Come on, Hagrid! Ron looked at his distressed look and said, Your face has basically said everything you need to say, so you don't need to hide it from us?

My face? No, isn't it nothing? Hagrid straightened up, patted his cheek vigorously, but frowned in pain, Uh... oh! It's so frustrating to see you again Happy... aren't you?

Hagrid!

Seeing that he was trying to change the subject clumsily, Hermione's eyes widened and she called him dissatisfied.

Seriously, have you been beaten by someone? Now that you look like this, you can look as miserable as you want! Harry continued to ask worriedly,

Is it... Voldemort?

Don't mention that name! Hagrid sighed hard, then scratched his scalp and said, Okay, I did make a little mistake, but it's really nothing—it'll be all right tomorrow, I believe. Do not believe?

Most importantly, this has nothing to do with that—well, you know whose—has nothing to do with 'that person', at all, completely, completely—has nothing to do with it!

After all, Hagrid waved his hand, then got up and walked to the table on the other side of the cabin. I saw that he used his feet to push his teeth squatting in front of the table, and then lifted the huge tea towel covering the table.

Now everyone finally knew that Yaya, who was always making a fuss, had been quietly staring at the table since they came in today.

Because under the huge tea towel, there is a piece of raw meat bigger than a car tire.

You don't mean to invite us to eat that? Ron stared at the suspicious piece of meat and said, It looks...it seems poisonous?

As Ron said, the presentation of this large piece of meat is really bad.

Although it's hard to tell what kind of creature's flesh it is, just looking at the sliced ​​surface oozing with green blood, it is estimated that no one would want to put it in their mouth.

It's not poisonous, it's just what it is—dragon meat, said Hagrid. Peruvian Vipertooth...dragon meat isn't poisonous, but I'm not going to eat it.

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of dragon meat and gently pressed it on his left cheek. Dark green blood was squeezed out and flowed down his beard onto his clothes.

Immediately, he hummed comfortably.

Well... much more comfortable, Hagrid said with a sideways face. You see, dragon meat with blood has an analgesic effect - Dumbledore told me before.

what--

When Hagrid mentioned Dumbledore's name, everyone subconsciously averted their eyes. Only Luna did not overreact, but showed a little regretful expression.

What's the matter? Hagrid asked strangely, It's true, Dumbledore has studied the uses of dragon's blood. In case you get hurt in the future—

When he said this, he suddenly poohed and said, Look at what I said... You'd better not get hurt, the pain is not very good...

Hagrid!

Harry couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but raise his voice to interrupt Hagrid's rambling.

Ok?

Even Hagrid has already sensed that something is wrong with the atmosphere. He looked at the three serious-faced lion cubs, hesitantly stopped what he was saying.

Aren't you talking about dragon's blood? Hagrid asked hesitantly, ...what's the matter?

Under Hagrid's questioning gaze, Harry who spoke first opened his mouth again, but found that he didn't know what to say. Ron lowered his head slightly, murmuring and didn't know what he was talking about.

Hermione wanted to speak several times, but the words that should be said were blocked in her throat, and she was in a dilemma.

All three of them knew that Hagrid had always regarded Dumbledore as his greatest benefactor.

When the Chamber of Secrets was opened for the first time, Voldemort, who opened it, blamed Hagrid, who was still his classmate.

When Hagrid, whose parents died, was unjustly fired and desperate, it was Dumbledore who kept him and gave him the job of gamekeeper and key custodian.

Facing Hagrid like this, how could they have the heart to tell the cruel truth?

But they all knew that Hagrid would know about it sooner or later. Not to mention that Hagrid is at Hogwarts right now, even if he never comes back outside, the news of Dumbledore's death will soon reach his ears.

Hagrid, Dumbledore is dead.

Just as the three of them were holding their breath and feeling bored, Luna's dreamy voice suddenly sounded.

Although her voice was as soft and erratic as ever, if it was in a noisy place, it would be easy to be ignored.

But at this moment, her words were no less than a thunderbolt, which suddenly struck everyone's scalps.

Wh... what? Hagrid's hand holding the dragon meat trembled slightly, and then he frowned slightly, Miss Lovegood, you can't joke around...

With the heavy atmosphere just now as a foreshadowing, even though Hagrid didn't believe it at all, he felt a little more uneasy in his heart.

His words fell slightly, and then there was another silence.

Hagrid looked back and forth at the faces of the four children, feeling more and more frustrated. He removed the dragon meat from his face, spread his hands and waved them impatiently, allowing the green dragon blood from half of his face to drip onto his shoulders at will.

Stop talking! Why... Are group pranks popular among students now? It was invented by the Weasley twins again...

This is not funny at all! I said, hey... Please, give me some reaction, huh?

Hagrid—— Hermione suddenly raised her head, looking directly at the confused Hagrid, Luna is not joking...but...Professor Dumbledore must be for us...for Hogwarts Here...his expression is very calm...

She spoke in fits and starts, trying to find something to comfort Hagrid, but couldn't quite figure out the words. After a while of incoherent speech, she finally looked away with red eyes.

……Feel sorry.

Hermione didn't know why she had to apologize, maybe it was because of her own inability, or something else - she didn't know.

This is real?

Hagrid seemed to have lost all strength in his whole body, his hand suddenly dropped, and the dragon meat he had been holding in his hand also fell to the ground with a click.

……it is true?

He turned his head suddenly, looked at Harry, then at Ron, but saw that they all looked dejected. After taking a deep breath, tears welled up in his eyes.

Fangya next to him looked at the dragon meat on the ground, and then at Hagrid with a sad face. After hesitating for a while, it still lay quietly at Hagrid's feet, and gently rubbed its head against the side of Hagrid's leg.

At first Hagrid was just crying silently, but the more he cried, the more he couldn't help it, and it soon turned into howling. He mumbled a lot of unintelligible words in his mouth, and looked extremely painful.

Harry and the others all sat with red eyes, silently waiting for Hagrid, and even Luna's mood dropped significantly.

Probably because last night, whether it was the professors or Maca who arrived later, they all put on a calm appearance in order to stabilize the situation. So much so that Hermione could even try to calm down and make various speculations about Dumbledore's death.

Until now, Hagrid's crying had given them the most real sense of reality.

Regardless of whether Dumbledore's death was real or fake, at least his body actually appeared in front of everyone.

When everyone recalled Dumbledore's kind face and kind words amid Hagrid's crying, the sadness that was suppressed deep in their hearts finally broke out completely.

Like heart-warming joy, sadness can sometimes be contagious. Hagrid's crying infected the children without a trace, and the salty tears slipped down uncontrollably.

Luna sniffled, rubbed the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and looked at everyone seriously.

I didn't cry when my mother died, because my mother didn't like people crying... she said, Only tears of joy can flow freely, and Professor Dumbledore... certainly wouldn't want to see tears of sadness.