Chapter 170
Of course, Fulla would not take Hagrid's things for nothing.
Whenever she had something good, she would send it to Hagrid.
Even though Hagrid was a professor at Hogwarts, he often didn't bother to go to the Great Hall for meals.
Especially when he finished patrolling the forbidden forest, it was always too late for mealtime, so he preferred to cook for himself.
But since becoming neighbors with Fulla, Momo has been paying for both of their meals.
Momo now has to prepare six servings of food every day, one for Fulla and the other five for Hagrid.
In order to cater to Hagrid's taste, Fulla learned how to bake super hard bread, the kind that would make a big hole if thrown on the ground.
After she knew that Hagrid loved to drink, Freya specially asked Momo to go back to the Delacour family's old house.
Momo emptied out more than half of the wine cellar, which made old Delacour's heart bleed.
Fulla even secretly gave Hagrid another dragon egg.
At night, Fulla and Hagrid often sat together in the open space, drinking and chatting while eating skewers.
Although Snape didn't say it, he felt a little jealous in his heart.
He would run to Fulla whenever he had nothing to do, even though he said he wanted to discuss issues related to physical fitness potions together.
But the reality is that he just didn't want Fulla and Hagrid to be alone together.
Every time Fulla saw Snape appear to rush them for midnight snack, she would secretly smile evilly.
And she would even pretend to be drunk to create opportunities for Snape.
Hephis took Hermione and Apparated directly back to the Granger house.
After having a meal at my mother-in-law's house, I returned to the Brian house.
Rice did not leave, he now stays in the old house every day.
He was either reading books or practicing magic, and the one he practiced the most was wandless casting.
But Rice's magic level is indeed average.
Even the simplest unlocking spell required repeated attempts before he could succeed without a wand.
Hefeth stepped into the old house, "Rice, I'm back."
Rice turned his head when he heard the voice, and a joyful smile instantly broke out on his face.
He panted and looked at Hephis, "Hephis, you have grown a lot taller. You will soon surpass me."
Hephis took a glass of water from the side and handed it to him, "Rice, take a break."
Rice gulped it down.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed helplessly.
"Hephis, do you think I'm really useless? After half a year, I can't even practice the most basic spells."
Hephis patted Rice's shoulder and said, "How could that be? Casting spells without a wand is difficult. There are not many people in the entire magic world who can do it. You don't have to force it."
"But without the wand, wizards are no better than ordinary people." Rice said with some concern.
"Rice, your body has just recovered, so it's better to combine work and rest." Hefeis comforted.
Rice was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Hefeis, I...how did you rescue me?"
Hephis shrugged, "I controlled the 13th District, so I was able to get you out."
"Control? Why don't you destroy it? They persecute wizards like that..."
At this point, Rice realized that he was a little excited, and he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Hefeth, I was a little excited just now."
"It's okay." Hephis thought for a moment and said, "Rice, I know you hate that place."
"Those Muggles have caused irreparable scars on your body and soul. But what if I destroyed District 13?"
"Muggles can easily establish similar institutions again, which may even lead to greater retaliation. Then more wizards will suffer."
Rice pondered for a moment and asked quietly, "After you take control of District 13, will they continue to capture wizards?"
"Catch. After all, many studies do require wizards as experimental samples." Hephis answered truthfully.
Rice opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Hephis curled his lips, "But maybe it won't be necessary in the future."
"Why?" Rice asked anxiously.
Hephis smiled slightly, "I plan to 'cooperate' with Azkaban and use the prisoners there as experimental samples directly, so that they don't need to capture people anymore."
Rice's eyes widened. "Cooperation? Will a place like Azkaban cooperate with you?"
"If someone refuses to obey, just beat him until he obeys. Similarly, if someone refuses to cooperate, just beat him until he cooperates." Hephis said nonchalantly.
"You have really grown up." Rice hesitated and said, "Are you sure? I can help you."
"We are definitely confident. The plan is still being formulated. I will tell you when the need arises." Hephis said perfunctorily.
He had thought about the issue of Azkaban during his last time at school.
Lucius also sent him the details of Azkaban.
Hephis now has a relatively complete plan.
He can take action at any time as long as the time is right.
Recently he has been studying the ring he got from the red figure.
Hephis finally remembered the name of this ring that was so familiar to him - it was called a hanging ring.
It should be the spellcasting tool used by Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme in the Marvel Universe.
But what he couldn't understand was why wizards from the Marvel world appeared in "Harry Potter".
Could it be that it's the same as the devil fruit?
Or is it because of his appearance that the Marvel world and the magical world of Harry Potter intersect?
And this dangling ring was obviously left there intentionally by Swinton Tilda.
Hephis originally wanted to contact Morpheus. After all, Morpheus carried his memories, so it might be easier to find clues.
But what he didn't expect was that Morpheus had already lost consciousness when he was reborn.
Vida had never told him about this, so Hephis quickly understood Vida's thoughts.
However, he did not blame Vader. After all, Vader was loyal to Grindelwald, not him, Hephaest.
However, this also gave up the idea of conquering the saints.
These saints can still be used and even have a place in his team in the future.
But they were destined to be unable to enter the core location.
After some effort, Hephes reinjected consciousness into Morpheus, and Morpheus woke up again.
After understanding Hephes's idea, Morpheus went straight to Kathmandu to look for clues about Kamar-Taj.
But almost a month had passed, and Murphys hadn't found a single hair.
He even devoured quite a few locals' shadows, but the results were still disappointing.
Hephis could only give up temporarily.
