Chapter 451 Snow Hut

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! When Harry and Ron came to the door of Hagrid's hut stepping on the snow all over the ground, they happened to see Hagrid. But he saw Hagrid, who was unusually tall, walking towards this side carrying a pine tree taller than him.

And in the Forbidden Forest behind him, Harry even vaguely glimpsed a terrifyingly large figure, which disappeared in the depths of the forest and disappeared.

In the open space at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there are several big pine trees slanting against each other.

Oh! Boys— Hagrid waved his arms happily when he saw Harry and Ron, and the snow slid down from the pine trees, spreading the snow on the ground even thicker.

Need help? Harry said, trying to draw out his wand, but Hagrid stopped him immediately.

No, no need... Hagrid waved his hands again and again, These pine trees can't be sent to the castle yet, we have to deal with them! Don't worry, there is enough time!

Just as he said, even the pine tree he was carrying on his shoulders was put aside by him, and he came towards Harry and Ron empty-handed.

Don't stand outside, go in! Get warm inside... Hagrid gently pushed Harry and Ron's backs, and led them back to the door of the hunting lodge. The door is unlocked, just pull it open. Alright! I think I might as well take a break first.

As soon as the wooden door opened, Hagrid's hound Fang barked wildly.

Yaya, stop barking! Hagrid lowered his head, and shouted from above Harry and Ron's head, Have all the songs I taught you these days been for nothing?

Teach Yaya how to sing? Harry, who was walking inside, suddenly stopped and said in astonishment.

yes!

When they were all through the door, Hagrid turned and closed the door behind him, shaking his head rather regretfully.

Aragog learned two songs before, and they can sing better than me... Hagrid sighed at this point, Oh——I miss Aragog.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness on the other's face.

They were vividly remembering the funeral of the big spider. Even the corpse was quite terrifying. As for, a big singing spider?

Ok! It might sound funny, but that's going to go from scary to disgusting at best, right? A little bit better, but still not so easy to accept.

It's just that when the two recalled that Hagrid cried into tears on the day of the funeral, they couldn't help understanding Hagrid's feelings.

Ron went to pull some logs from the firewood pile and put them in the fireplace, and Harry cast a lighting spell into it - they felt they should do something for Hagrid, even if it was just a small thing.

Oh, by the way Hagrid... what song do you want Fang to teach? Harry asked casually.

Hmm... Hagrid became interested again when he mentioned this, Of course it's a Christmas song! It was taught to me by a half-blood before, and it was said to be written by Muggles. It's so famous! Do you want to hear it?

Oh no... I mean, save it for Christmas! Ron urged hastily.

Ha! That's right, Hagrid nodded happily, I'll teach Fangya well in the next two days, and then I want him to perform at the Christmas dinner... Well, I really hope that this year Hogwarts Can we keep a few more children here for Christmas! Otherwise, Yaya can only sing for the professors! It’s a pity...

Really? Harry shrugged immediately when he heard him say that, I'd really like to stay with you—spending Christmas here is much better than going back to Privet Drive!

At this moment, Hagrid hurriedly waved his hand.

No, no, that's what I said! He said nervously, You have to go back when it's time to go, don't listen to the nonsense I just said - you should spend Christmas with your loved ones.

Hmm...my dear, Harry was obviously disapproving, yes, dear!

...Harry. Ron reached out and patted his shoulder,

I was thinking maybe I could ask my parents - they'd definitely welcome you to the Burrow for a boisterous Christmas!

Really? Harry snapped up, and he pressed again and again, Is it really possible? I mean--this sounds great!

Although he really wanted to go to Black's old house to meet Sirius - I heard that he had returned from America, but the Weasleys would definitely return to their home for Christmas, so the two sides would be staggered.

Moreover, it is hard to say whether he will be allowed to go to Grimmauld Place this time! As the secret headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, there is always danger buried there, no matter how you think about it, it is not suitable for a holiday.

or……

Ron, do you think... can you convince your mother to invite Sirius too? Harry suddenly turned his head and asked Ron with some expectation.

Ron shook his head in embarrassment.

I can try, but I don't think it's likely to succeed. I think you understand the reason—as much as you want...

Just like Ron said, not only because Sirius is still carrying a wanted warrant, but also because Sirius seems to be still recovering from his injuries and is not suitable for moving.

As for Mrs. Weasley... she probably didn't welcome Sirius to her home either, because she and Sirius didn't always get along, and it was so obvious that even Harry could tell at a glance.

But the thought that Sirius would have to lie in bed limply on Christmas Day made Harry suddenly feel suffocated.

...However, you should be able to look forward to Maca! Ron suddenly comforted him, Didn't Maca mention it? He said Sirius would be fine before Christmas!

Oh—— Hagrid whispered inexplicably when he heard Maca's name, That's right! I can let Maca take Fangya to your place, and then you can listen to Fangya sing Christmas ditties!

It seemed that nothing could stop Hagrid from thinking about it. Harry and Ron didn't try to stop them anymore, because they were afraid that Hagrid would not be able to figure it out, and they would go straight to the Burrow with Fang and perform a terrible human-dog duet for them.

After continuing to sit with Hagrid for a little while, they decided they couldn't stay any longer.

Because, right now, Hagrid's mind was full of teaching Fang to sing. Maybe if they stayed just a little longer, they'd have to be music teachers with Hagrid for a while!

Harry was about to get up and go back to the castle for whatever reason. But before he could speak, there was a knock on the door of the hut.

Hey! Is anyone here?

A man's voice came in from outside the door, sounding energetic.

Oh... Yes, yes, here, here... Hagrid responded, pulling his big butt out of the sofa, Who is it? I rarely have guests here... I That is to say, except for the few of you...

As the wooden door creaked again, the cold wind from outside suddenly poured in, and the cabin that had finally warmed up slightly became much colder all of a sudden.

Oh, I just said there must be someone—there's smoke coming from the chimney! As soon as the door opened, a fat old man appeared in front of Hagrid, Well...you must be Rubeus Hagrid Minerva and I mentioned you, a former gamekeeper who now also holds the position of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures.

You are... Hagrid looked at the old man carefully, and quickly recognized him, Mr. Slughorn? Why are you here? Come to Hogwarts to meet old friends?

Well, of course, there is also part of the reason. Slughorn stomped his feet, shook off the snow from the soles of his boots, and said with a calm smile, I think it's better for us to go in and talk - we can't keep the door open , will freeze your little guests to death!

He said it as if nothing had happened, as if he really cared about Harry and Ron's feelings, but the truth was that he also wanted to warm up by the fire.

Oh, you're right, come in—

Hagrid barely swallowed his stomach, and moved his huge body to the corner by the door with difficulty, letting Slughorn pass. And he himself closed the wooden door again after letting Slughorn in.

Slughorn walked to the fireplace, first loosened his neckerchief, and then his eyes immediately shifted to Harry.

Harry, we meet again! He greeted energetically, as if he and Harry were a pair of old friends who knew each other very well, How are you doing recently? Although it's a little bit earlier , but Merry Christmas to you first!

Well, Harry nodded reluctantly, you too.

Probably because he saw that Harry was a little indifferent to answers, Slughorn was much more cautious this time. He stopped staring at Harry and looking around the cabin instead.

This... He seemed to have seen something, and his eyes lit up suddenly, Hagrid, this couldn't be... unicorn hair, could it?

Oh, indeed, those are the hairs on their tails... Hagrid nodded indifferently, There are often some in the woods, and they seem to shed their hairs regularly—you can pick them up from branches or on the ground. get.

My dear friend, Slughorn tried to suppress his excitement, they look so pretty!

It's quite beautiful, but it's more useful— Hagrid shrugged his shoulders. If an animal is injured, it can be used as a bandage. It's very strong! And it has a little effect on the recovery of the injury.

Oh, it's really—

Seeing that Hagrid didn't seem to fully realize the value of this thing, Slughorn secretly laughed. He was trying to get them around, when Hagrid shook his head again.

I know what you want to say— Hagrid spread his hands and said, Maca also told me that it is too wasteful to use it directly as a bandage... so he will occasionally use them for some treatment Not to mention the potion for wounding and dispelling evil, it is indeed very effective!

Damn it, that kid took another step ahead! Again! Slughorn couldn't help feeling depressed. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.