Chapter 919 Rita’s Visit

"What have I done to Harry?" Hermione said awkwardly.

"Oh, no, not really, otherwise I would beat him to death..." Fan Lin said helplessly.

"Just you?" Hermione said disdainfully, but then she put on a worried expression.

"What about Harry?"

What should Harry do? Fan Lin has asked this question many times. No matter what aspect it is, because of his intervention, Harry will always change.

However, Harry now likes Qiu. There is no doubt that this is written on Harry's face. Perhaps it is because this is Harry's first time and he doesn't know how to make girls happy.

However, Qiudu has made it so obvious that you don’t have to worry about anything and just go ahead... Why...

"Autumn!" Harry called from behind, but the door had already closed with a crisp clang.

There was silence in the teahouse. Every pair of eyes was on Harry.

He threw a gold galleon on the table, brushed the pink confetti from his hair, and followed Qiu out the door.

It was raining heavily and she was gone. And he didn't understand what was going on. They were getting along very well half an hour ago.

"Women!" Harry muttered angrily, stumbling down the rain-washed street with his hands in his pockets. "Why is she talking about Cedric? Why does she always find a topic that makes her behave erratically?"

"Are you sure this rain won't go away?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I did it just now, but it's really raining now. Maybe Harry will like it. We don't have to walk there anyway." Fan Lin said nonchalantly, and then threw a gold Galleons on the table. Looking at Harry's running back, the two people quickly disappeared.

…

Harry turned to the right and ran, rain splashing on him, and a few minutes later he arrived at the door of the Three Broomsticks. He knew he was here too early, but he thought maybe there was someone here who could help him occupy his extra time. He shook his hair from his eyes and looked around.

Hagrid was sitting alone in the corner, looking very depressed.

"Hi, Hagrid!" he called, squeezing through the middle of the table, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to Hagrid. Hagrid jumped to his feet and glared at Harry from above, as if he didn't recognize him.

Harry saw two fresh cuts on his face, as well as some bruises.

"Oh, yes, Harry," said Hagrid, "how are you?"

"Fine," Harry lied, but in front of a hurt and sad Hagrid, he felt he had nothing to complain about. "Uh—are you okay?"

"Me?" Hagrid said, "Oh, of course, I'm fine, Harry, fine." He stared at his beer glass, which was more like a barrel, and sighed. Harry didn't know what to tell him. They sat side by side and were silent for a while. Then Hagrid suddenly spoke: "We are in the same boat, you and me, right?"

"Uh-" said Harry. "Yeah, I said, two hopeless guys, like," Hagrid said, nodding sagely.

"Two orphans, yes, two orphans." He took a swig of beer.

"The difference is coming from a decent family," he said. "My dad was decent, your mom and dad were decent. If they were alive, life would be completely different, eh?"

"Yes, I guess," Harry replied carefully. Hagrid was in a strange mood.

"Family," Hagrid said ruefully, "no matter what you say, blood is important." He wiped a tear from his eye.

"Hagrid," Harry said, unable to interrupt, "where did you get these injuries?"

"Huh?" Hagrid was startled, "What kind of injury?"

"These!" Harry pointed at his face. "Oh, it's just a normal bruise, Harry," Hagrid said nonchalantly, "I've accepted a difficult job."

He finished his beer, put the glass back on the table, and stood up.

"See you later, Harry, be careful," he shouted as he walked out of the pub, looking miserable, and disappeared into the pouring rain. Harry looked at him and felt bad.

Hagrid is unhappy and hiding something, but he seems determined not to accept any help. What happened? Before Harry could think further, he heard a voice calling his name.

"Harry, Harry, here!" Hermione shouted loudly.

Hermione waved to him from across the room. Harry stood up and walked towards her through the crowded bar. When he was still a few tables away, he discovered that Hermione was not just with Fan Lin.

Sitting with Hermione were two of the most unlikely companions Harry could have imagined: Luna and Rita Skeeter, the former reporters of the Daily Prophet and one of Hermione's least favorite people in the world. .

"You're early!" Hermione said, moving aside so that he could sit down.

"I want you to be with Qiu. You won't be here for at least another hour."

"Oh, okay, why didn't I see you when I first came here?" Harry asked.

"Oh, Fan Lin and I just... just came back, we went out." Hermione said, looking at Fan Lin awkwardly.

The two of them had just appeared here, just a second before Harry came over.

"Well, I mean..." Fan Lin looked at Rita, she was a smart woman.

"Cho?" Rita said immediately, twisting on her stool and looking at Harry eagerly, "A girl?"

She grabbed her alligator bag and fumbled inside.

"It doesn't matter to you that Harry hangs out with a hundred girls," Hermione told Rita coldly. "Now you can begin."

Rita had just taken out a green quill pen from her bag, and then opened the bag suddenly as if she had been forced to swallow foul water.

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked, sitting down and looking at Rita, Luna, Hermione and Fanlin in turn.

Rita took a big sip of her drink, then looked at Fan Lin, as if asking for permission, "I think I can talk to him?"

"Okay," Hermione said dryly. Obviously life is not good for Rita now. Her hair, which was once carefully curled and permed, is now sparse and unkempt hanging around her face. The scarlet on her fingernails is also incomplete, and some of the fake gems on her glasses are missing. .

She took another swig of her drink and said, "Is that a pretty girl, Harry?"

"One more word about Harry's personal life will break our deal and our commitment," Hermione said testily. Rita asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You didn't mention a deal, dear lady, you just asked me to come here. Oh, one day," she took a deep, shaky breath.

"Yes, yes, one day you will write more tragic stories about us and Harry," Hermione said coldly, "If anyone cares, why don't you?" (To be continued)