Chapter 184

"As soon as I saw you, I understood."

Halfway through the dance, next to a large stone caribou, a high fountain splashed with mist and flash.

There, two vague figures sat on a stone bench and looked at the spring in the moonlight.

After a short silence, one of the figures was speaking in a very strange hoarse voice.

"What do you understand, Hagrid?" asked Mrs. maxim, with a whine in her low voice.

"I see - I know you're like me! Is it your mother or father?"

"I -- I don't know what you mean, Hagrid..."

"My mother," said Hagrid softly, "she is one of the few left in England. Of course, I can't remember her very well... She left, you know? About when I was three."

"To be honest, she doesn't look like a mother. Alas... They don't have motherhood in nature, do they? I don't know what happened to her later... As far as I know, she may have died..."

Mrs. Maxim said nothing. She just closed her mouth and looked at the silver fountain in front of her.

"After my mother left, my father was very sad. My father was a small man. When I was six years old, if he annoyed me, I would lift him up and put him on the top of the wardrobe, always making him laugh..." Hagrid's low voice choked even more.

Next, Mrs. Maxim listened. She didn't move as if she were not listening.

"Dad brought me up... But, alas, he died after I went to school. After that, I wandered on my own. Dumbledore helped me a lot, seriously. He was very kind to me..."

Hagrid took out a large silk handkerchief with dots printed on it and blew his nose loudly.

"That's it... Ok... My situation is over. What about you? Where did you get it?"

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Maxim suddenly stood up.

"It's too cold," she said. "I want to go in."

But in fact, no matter how low the temperature is, it won't be as cold as her voice now.

"Hmm?" said Hagrid in confusion. "No, don't go! I - I've never met anyone else before!"

"Someone else? Make it clear!" said Mrs. maxim in a cold tone.

"Another half blood giant, needless to say!" said Hagrid.

"How dare you!" Mrs. Maxim screamed. "I've never had such an insult in my life! Hybrid giant? Me? I'm just -- I'm just a big skeleton!"

Her voice cut through the quiet night sky like a fog horn.

Then hibiscus and Roger jumped out of a rose bush - there was no way. If they didn't come out, Mrs. Maxim would run into them in the rose bush.

Mrs. Maxim glanced at them and then walked away angrily. She pushed aside the flowers angrily all the way, startling groups of colorful fairies into the air.

Hagrid was still sitting on the bench, looking at her back, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hagrid, it's still too direct for you to ask... You know, not everyone can accept their own blood."

A voice sounded from the corner not far away. Before long, two figures came out from there.

"Marca?" Hagrid looked a little flustered. He hurried to his feet. "Oh, and miss Lovegood... How long have you been there?"

"Is there anything I shouldn't have heard?" Marca shrugged and asked.

Hagrid hesitated for a while, but finally hung his shoulders and sat down on the stone bench.

"But... You see, you won't care..." his voice sounded very depressed, even a little unwilling.

"Yes! I don't care," said Marca, sitting down beside him and patting Hagrid's thick arm. "But I know the hostility of others to giants... And even fear."

"Stop talking about me. You obviously know it yourself, don't you?" he continued. "You never mention your background, let alone why you are so big -"

"Because it's not necessary -" Hagrid argued.

"No need?" Marca shook her head. "Really no need? Knowing that everyone's first impression of you is' God! You're so tall! '"

"I..." Hagrid wanted to find some other reason, but in the twinkling of an eye she let out her anger. "Yes, you're right - I can understand her idea... Just like sometimes I worry that the children will be frightened by me..."

"But seriously, I won't deliberately hide it like her. It's dishonest!"

Hagrid said stubbornly, and he had his own persistence. Maka did not directly deny his persistence, but talked about the topic of giants

"Hagrid, have you seen them?" he asked suddenly. "You know, I mean giants."

Hagrid nodded and shook again.

"I only met my mother, and I was too young to remember..."

"As far as I know, the average height of modern giants is close to 30 feet... But you know what? In ancient times, the ancestors of giants were much taller and stronger than today." Maka calmly said, "I think you should understand what it means to ordinary people..."

"Higher?" Hagrid said curiously. "How high?"

"I don't know. In ancient times, there were several giants... Anyway, as far as I know, the shortest one was more than twice as tall as the current giant..." Maka said, patting Hagrid's arm again. "And the largest one, even in ancient times, only existed in Legends - as huge as a mountain."

"It sounds like the fairy tales my father told me when I was a child." Hagrid subconsciously looked at the towering mountain in the depths of the forbidden forest, and then laughed.

"Is it really that big? I really want to see it with my own eyes..." Luna, who has been sitting there quietly on the other side of Maka, said in a trance.

She is also looking at the mountain, vaguely yearning.

"Maybe there's one sleeping somewhere in the world!" Maka said, "but we'd better not see it. If such a big guy wakes up, just standing up will cause a big earthquake..."

"... well, let him continue to sleep," Luna said seriously.

Look at her, as if she had really thought about where to find the legendary "giant as big as a mountain".

"Thank you, Marca..." after a long time, Hagrid suddenly said, "at least you let me understand that real friends don't care if I have a giant hybrid..."

"Then you have to thank a few more people." Marca spread her hand, turned around and shouted, "Harry, Ron, don't hide there!"

Before long, with the sound of a sudden hearing, two embarrassed boys came out from behind the reindeer stone carving.

"Sorry, Hagrid. We're not going --" before Harry finished, Marca interrupted.

"Come and sit down. No one here will blame you - right, Hagrid?"

"Oh - of course, but..." Hagrid hesitated. "Where did you start listening?"

"From 'I knew as soon as I saw you.' there..." said Harry with an apologetic look on his face. "In fact, we just happened to pass by..."

"Isn't that the beginning!" Hagrid patted his forehead. "Oh, the children are watching... I wish I hadn't said anything strange."

"We're not children anymore -" Ron shouted. "Don't worry, Hagrid, we won't be afraid of you!"

Marca looked at Ron strangely - when did he become so positive? The wizard family should know a lot about giants, and most wizards are very hostile to giants.

In the impression of wizards, giants are always cruel and bloodthirsty, and even eat people - of course, this is also because there have been relevant cases in history.

To tell the truth, Maka had a good relationship with Hagrid from the beginning. In addition to Hagrid's worth making friends with, she naturally had the idea of personally contacting the giants through Hagrid.

He is really curious about such a magical race. If he has the opportunity, he would like to see what the giant is like - of course, it is not now!

After a few people chatted by the fountain for a while, Hagrid went back to the cabin first - he couldn't see Mrs. Maxim today, so he might as well go back and accompany ya ya!

Harry, Ron and Marca returned to the auditorium.

The ball was still going on. Pavati and Padma sat at a table in the distance with a large group of booth Barton boys. Hermione didn't know where she had gone. They hadn't seen her since just now.

They sat down at a table away from the dance floor.

For the rest of the dance, Harry and Ron sat in the corner talking about giants. No one was in the mood to dance. Halik made himself not to look at Cho Chang and Cedric, which would make him have a strong impulse to kick things.

Marca talked casually with Luna, occasionally answering questions when Harry asked them.

Soon, at midnight, the eccentric sisters stopped playing and the leisure time was over. Everyone applauded the eccentric sisters for the last time, and then began to walk towards the hall.

At this time, in a girl's bedroom in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione was staring at the opened gift box.

In the flat gift box, a beautiful white dress was still well folded, and under the light, it faintly reflected the light of dots and dots.

"Ron is right. Even if I can't disturb Marca now, I shouldn't have promised wick Krum's invitation..."