Chapter 202 Hagrid's Response

At dinner time, Fan Lin and the others were the first to arrive at the auditorium, hoping to see Hagrid there, but he was not there.

"They're not going to fire him, are they?" Hermione asked anxiously, the steak and kidney pudding in front of her still untouched. "They'd better not fire him," said Ron, who didn't eat either.

Harry was looking at the table in Slytherin House. A large group of people, including Crabbe and Goyle, were crowded together and talking animatedly. Harry was sure they were making up some story about how Malfoy got hurt.

"Well, you can't say this is a boring first day," Ron said gloomily. After dinner they went upstairs to the Gryffindor common room to try to do the homework assigned by Professor McGonagall, but all four of them stopped from time to time and kept looking out of the tower window.

"Hagrid's window has a light," Harry said suddenly. Ron looked at his watch.

"If we hurry, we can go downstairs to see him. It's still early..."

"I don't know," Hermione said slowly, and Harry saw her glance at him.

"I can walk across the grounds," Harry said bluntly. "Sirius Black hasn't gotten over the Dementors yet, has he?"

Hermione glanced at Fan Lin, and he found that Fan Lin was not on her side. In fact, Hermione was also very worried about Hagrid.

"Let's go..." Fan Lin saw several people waiting for him to make a decision, so he nodded. At least Sirius hadn't arrived so soon. Dementors were guarding the intersection, and they were not just decorations.

In fact, Fanlin hoped that Sirius would arrive earlier so that he could have a good talk with Sirius, but he should take the time to go to the secret passage under the Whomping Willow, which leads directly to the tip of Hogsmeade. It's called a shack.

In this way, the few people packed up their things and walked out of the hole in the portrait. Fortunately, they reached the gate without meeting anyone along the way. They were not sure whether they were allowed to go out.

The grass was still wet and looked almost black in the dusk. They walked to Hagrid's hut, knocked on the door, and a voice shouted: "Come in." Hagrid sat beside his scrubbed wooden table wearing only his shirt, his hunting dog Tooth, his head resting on Hagrid's lap At a glance, they knew that Hagrid had drunk a lot of wine. There was a single-handled wine glass about the same size as a bucket in front of him. It seemed difficult for him to see them clearly.

"I'm afraid that's a new record," he slurred as he recognized them. "I don't think they've ever had a teacher who only lasted a day."

"You have to cheer up, Hagrid..." Fan Lin said, and he used his wand to clean Hagrid's desktop. Hagrid was in a very bad state, even worse than imagined.

"I'm not firing you, Hagrid!" Hermione gasped.

"Not yet," Hagrid said sadly, taking another sip from the single-handled wine glass. "But it's just a matter of time. Isn't it coming out at the Malfoy house..."

"How is he now?" Fan Lin said as they all sat down. "The injury is not serious, right?"

"Madame Pomfrey tried her best to treat him," Hagrid said dully, "but he still said it hurt...and was bandaged...and moaning..."

"He's pretending," Harry said quickly. "Madam Pomfrey can cure anything. She made half my bones grow back last year. Malfoy will try his best to take advantage of that."

"Of course the school administrators know about this," Hagrid said sadly, "They think I've jumped in. We should let the hippogriff come on later...complete with the Flobber Caterpillar or something. What to do next... I thought I could get the first lesson done... This is all my fault..."

There is nothing wrong with what Fan said. Among the school's leadership, Hagrid is undoubtedly the biggest fault. Even if there is something really wrong with the little wizards, Hagrid still needs to bear the main responsibility.

"It's all Malfoy's fault, Hagrid!" Hermione said sincerely. "We are all witnesses."

Harry said, "You said that if you insulted a monster, it would attack. Malfoy didn't listen, and it's his own fault. We will tell Dumbledore the truth."

"Yes, don't worry, Hagrid. We will support you." Fan Lin frowned. Fan Lin did not agree with what Harry and Hermione said. The teaching accident was also related to the Malfoy family. , this is not something that can be solved by a few young wizards testifying.

However, Hagrid obviously had no intention of listening, and tears flowed from the folds of Hagrid's dark eyes. He grabbed Harry and Ron and pulled them forward, hugging them until their bones almost broke.

"I think you've had enough to drink, Hagrid," Hermione said firmly. She took the single-handled wine glass off the table, walked outside and poured the wine straight away.

"Ah, maybe she's right," said Hagrid, letting go of Harry and Ron, who both stumbled back, rubbing their ribs. Hagrid stood up from his chair with difficulty and followed Hermione outside with unsteady steps. They heard a loud splash of water.

"What did he do?" Harry said nervously, as Hermione came in, holding the tankard. "He's got his head in the bucket," Hermione said, putting the tankard away. Hagrid came back, his long hair and beard soaked, wiping the water from his eyes.

"That's much better," he said, shaking his head like a dog, and drops of water flew over them. "Listen. You came here to see me. This is a kindness from you...I really..." Hagrid suddenly stopped and stared at Harry, as if he just realized he was here now.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" he yelled, so suddenly that they jumped up in fright. "You shouldn't be wandering around after dark, Harry! And you three! Let him do this!" Hagrid walked up to Harry, grabbed his arm, and pulled him towards the door.

"Let's go!" Hagrid said angrily, "I'll take you three back to school, but don't let me see you coming here to see me after dark again... I don't deserve this."

"Hagrid..." Harry shouted, obviously unwilling to go back like this. His friend needed comfort.

"Okay... calm down, Harry!" Fanlin said, "Hagrid is right. If you don't want Hagrid or Dumbledore and other professors to worry, it's best to go back and do your homework now. ”

Fan Lin was a little helpless. If Sirius's matter was not resolved, Harry would not be free at Hogwarts. At least everyone recognized that Harry and I were in a very dangerous situation.

Being stared at tightly by a murderer was like a sharp knife hanging over Harry's head. This made it impossible for Fanlin's actions to take Harry with him, which was too eye-catching. (To be continued)