Chapter 152 Tangled Hagrid
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 152 Tangled Hagrid
After saying goodbye to Cedric, Kyle left the castle and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid was standing in the vegetable patch in front of his cabin watering pumpkins as big as wheels.
"It's Kyle, come in and sit down."
The two walked into the cabin, and Hagrid happily brought Kyle rock cakes and a teapot.
"How does the new school year feel?"
"It's not bad." Kyle didn't touch the rock cake, just took a sip of tea and said, "It's just that there are more classes every week than last year."
"Yeah, the second grade is indeed more important than the first grade." Hagrid said with a smile, "But if it's you, it must be fine, Harry mentioned you to me when he came here yesterday. "
"Potter?"
Kyle was a little surprised. He remembered that he didn't have much interaction with Harry. Except for the last time he met in the corridor, he never got along alone.
At that time, he also gave Harry a map and a pack of pet treats. Presumably, the other party would not say anything bad about him.
"Harry said that thanks to the map you sent, he hasn't been late these days." Hagrid said with a smile.
Thinking of Harry sitting in the hut yesterday and talking to him about the funny things that happened at school, Hagrid burst into laughter from ear to ear.
It was that little guy who was too curious and kept asking about the Sorcerer's Stone, which gave him a headache.
The Sorcerer's Stone is a secret that Dumbledore has repeatedly told. As the most strict-spoken person in Hogwarts, Hagrid certainly cannot tell this matter.
But at the same time, he didn't want to deceive Harry, so he could only find various reasons to evade it.
It's quite confusing, and it takes a lot of brains.
"Is that so..."
Kyle nodded without asking further questions.
He reckoned that Harry just mentioned that sentence while chatting with Hagrid, as if he was talking about what he ate last night, without any special intention.
If he had come a few days later, Hagrid might have forgotten about it.
Seeing that Kyle didn't speak, Hagrid picked up the copper pot next to him and brought him a cup of tea again. At the same time, he couldn't help thinking:
This is chatting, easy, pleasant, and more importantly, you don't need to use your brain.
"Try this quickly." Hagrid handed over the plate containing the rock cake, and said with a smile, "I just baked it yesterday, and it was still crispy. By the way, why didn't your friends come with you?" .”
"Sorry, I just had breakfast and I really can't eat anything else."
Kyle politely rejected Hagrid's suggestion to help him change his teeth, and said, "Isn't there a new Quidditch player recently? Cedric and the others have all gone to the stadium."
"Yeah... Quidditch."
Hagrid suddenly said: "Time flies, it's time for a new player. I remember you also like Quidditch, don't you?"
"Yeah." Kyle nodded and said, "I've signed up, but I won't be able to take the assessment until next week."
"I'm sure you can pass."
"I think so too." Kyle smiled and said, "Also, maybe Porter can join the team this year."
"Harry? Impossible." Hagrid shook his head and said, "First-year students are not allowed to participate in Quidditch, this is a rule."
"That's right, but Gryffindor needs a Seeker so much this year."
Kyle said: "If Potter inherits his father's ability, Professor McGonagall will probably be admitted as an exception."
"James..." Hagrid thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Oh, yes, James is indeed an excellent Seeker, and he led Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup several times back then. .”
Thinking of this, Hagrid couldn't help laughing.
If Harry could really join the Quidditch team in the first grade, I believe he would be very happy.
After all, who doesn't like Quidditch?
But soon, Hagrid thought of something, and couldn't laugh anymore.
If Kyle and Harry are both on the team, who will he cheer for when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor play...
Hagrid's face gradually crumpled, and he tugged at his beard.
Kyle called him three times in a row before Hagrid came to his senses.
"What were you thinking just now, so engrossed."
"No, it's nothing, I just remembered that the pumpkin patch hasn't been watered yet." Hagrid lied.
He had just decided to cheer for the two academies at the same time, the kind that applauds whoever scores a goal, but this kind of thing must not be said clearly.
Hagrid then went to water the pumpkin patch, and Kyle followed him outside the house, but did not return to the castle.
His friends, including Mikel and Ryan, had all gone to the Quidditch pitch, and there was no point in him going back.
Kyle looked around, found a flat place, and began to take things out of the leather bag.
Portable stoves, cauldrons, herbs... quickly piled up on the floor.
"Kyle, what are you doing here?" Hagrid asked curiously.
"Create some potions, or pet tonics."
Kyle lit the furnace with his wand and placed the cauldron on it.
When he heard that Kyle was going to brew a pet tonic, Hagrid was quite interested, but he only looked at it for a while, then turned and went back to the pumpkin patch.
Can't understand, don't understand at all.
It was difficult for Hagrid to understand why Kyle couldn't put the powder all at once, but had to divide it into three times, and the intervals were different.
He really wanted to write down the whole process, but the time intervals alone made him dizzy.
What I just memorized, I forgot in the blink of an eye.
Hagrid resolutely gave up his plan to steal a trick or two, and went to water the pumpkins.
Kyle, who was staring intently at the fire, didn't notice Hagrid's strangeness. He held the wand and would stir the potion in the cauldron from time to time.
Brewing potions is a delicate job, even if it is simple, one negligence may ruin all previous efforts, and he doesn't want to do it all over again.
Time passed slowly.
By the time Hagrid finished watering all the pumpkins, Kyle's side was almost done.
He poured some dark green powder into the cauldron and stirred it counterclockwise with his wand.
The orange-yellow liquid in the crucible gradually turned red.
That kind of red is very beautiful, crystal clear, without any magazines, just like a melted ruby.
Kyle extinguished the fire in the furnace, and after the crucible gradually cooled down, he carefully poured the potion inside into a bottle prepared in advance.
No more, no less, exactly one bottle.
"Is this the pet tonic?" Hagrid looked at the bottle curiously.
"Yes." Kyle handed him the bottle and said with a smile: "But to be precise, it should be a special rat tonic."
After saying goodbye to Cedric, Kyle left the castle and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid was standing in the vegetable patch in front of his cabin watering pumpkins as big as wheels.
"It's Kyle, come in and sit down."
The two walked into the cabin, and Hagrid happily brought Kyle rock cakes and a teapot.
"How does the new school year feel?"
"It's not bad." Kyle didn't touch the rock cake, just took a sip of tea and said, "It's just that there are more classes every week than last year."
"Yeah, the second grade is indeed more important than the first grade." Hagrid said with a smile, "But if it's you, it must be fine, Harry mentioned you to me when he came here yesterday. "
"Potter?"
Kyle was a little surprised. He remembered that he didn't have much interaction with Harry. Except for the last time he met in the corridor, he never got along alone.
At that time, he also gave Harry a map and a pack of pet treats. Presumably, the other party would not say anything bad about him.
"Harry said that thanks to the map you sent, he hasn't been late these days." Hagrid said with a smile.
Thinking of Harry sitting in the hut yesterday and talking to him about the funny things that happened at school, Hagrid burst into laughter from ear to ear.
It was that little guy who was too curious and kept asking about the Sorcerer's Stone, which gave him a headache.
The Sorcerer's Stone is a secret that Dumbledore has repeatedly told. As the most strict-spoken person in Hogwarts, Hagrid certainly cannot tell this matter.
But at the same time, he didn't want to deceive Harry, so he could only find various reasons to evade it.
It's quite confusing, and it takes a lot of brains.
"Is that so..."
Kyle nodded without asking further questions.
He reckoned that Harry just mentioned that sentence while chatting with Hagrid, as if he was talking about what he ate last night, without any special intention.
If he had come a few days later, Hagrid might have forgotten about it.
Seeing that Kyle didn't speak, Hagrid picked up the copper pot next to him and brought him a cup of tea again. At the same time, he couldn't help thinking:
This is chatting, easy, pleasant, and more importantly, you don't need to use your brain.
"Try this quickly." Hagrid handed over the plate containing the rock cake, and said with a smile, "I just baked it yesterday, and it was still crispy. By the way, why didn't your friends come with you?" .”
"Sorry, I just had breakfast and I really can't eat anything else."
Kyle politely rejected Hagrid's suggestion to help him change his teeth, and said, "Isn't there a new Quidditch player recently? Cedric and the others have all gone to the stadium."
"Yeah... Quidditch."
Hagrid suddenly said: "Time flies, it's time for a new player. I remember you also like Quidditch, don't you?"
"Yeah." Kyle nodded and said, "I've signed up, but I won't be able to take the assessment until next week."
"I'm sure you can pass."
"I think so too." Kyle smiled and said, "Also, maybe Porter can join the team this year."
"Harry? Impossible." Hagrid shook his head and said, "First-year students are not allowed to participate in Quidditch, this is a rule."
"That's right, but Gryffindor needs a Seeker so much this year."
Kyle said: "If Potter inherits his father's ability, Professor McGonagall will probably be admitted as an exception."
"James..." Hagrid thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Oh, yes, James is indeed an excellent Seeker, and he led Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup several times back then. .”
Thinking of this, Hagrid couldn't help laughing.
If Harry could really join the Quidditch team in the first grade, I believe he would be very happy.
After all, who doesn't like Quidditch?
But soon, Hagrid thought of something, and couldn't laugh anymore.
If Kyle and Harry are both on the team, who will he cheer for when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor play...
Hagrid's face gradually crumpled, and he tugged at his beard.
Kyle called him three times in a row before Hagrid came to his senses.
"What were you thinking just now, so engrossed."
"No, it's nothing, I just remembered that the pumpkin patch hasn't been watered yet." Hagrid lied.
He had just decided to cheer for the two academies at the same time, the kind that applauds whoever scores a goal, but this kind of thing must not be said clearly.
Hagrid then went to water the pumpkin patch, and Kyle followed him outside the house, but did not return to the castle.
His friends, including Mikel and Ryan, had all gone to the Quidditch pitch, and there was no point in him going back.
Kyle looked around, found a flat place, and began to take things out of the leather bag.
Portable stoves, cauldrons, herbs... quickly piled up on the floor.
"Kyle, what are you doing here?" Hagrid asked curiously.
"Create some potions, or pet tonics."
Kyle lit the furnace with his wand and placed the cauldron on it.
When he heard that Kyle was going to brew a pet tonic, Hagrid was quite interested, but he only looked at it for a while, then turned and went back to the pumpkin patch.
Can't understand, don't understand at all.
It was difficult for Hagrid to understand why Kyle couldn't put the powder all at once, but had to divide it into three times, and the intervals were different.
He really wanted to write down the whole process, but the time intervals alone made him dizzy.
What I just memorized, I forgot in the blink of an eye.
Hagrid resolutely gave up his plan to steal a trick or two, and went to water the pumpkins.
Kyle, who was staring intently at the fire, didn't notice Hagrid's strangeness. He held the wand and would stir the potion in the cauldron from time to time.
Brewing potions is a delicate job, even if it is simple, one negligence may ruin all previous efforts, and he doesn't want to do it all over again.
Time passed slowly.
By the time Hagrid finished watering all the pumpkins, Kyle's side was almost done.
He poured some dark green powder into the cauldron and stirred it counterclockwise with his wand.
The orange-yellow liquid in the crucible gradually turned red.
That kind of red is very beautiful, crystal clear, without any magazines, just like a melted ruby.
Kyle extinguished the fire in the furnace, and after the crucible gradually cooled down, he carefully poured the potion inside into a bottle prepared in advance.
No more, no less, exactly one bottle.
"Is this the pet tonic?" Hagrid looked at the bottle curiously.
"Yes." Kyle handed him the bottle and said with a smile: "But to be precise, it should be a special rat tonic."
