Chapter 370

In the hunting cabin, Hagrid sat sideways on the sofa by the fireplace, staring at the copper kettle on the fire rack.

Behind him, a thick black traveling cloak was hanging on the back of the sofa. It was not only dilapidated, but also stained everywhere.

In the shadow of the back of the sofa, a large package enough to hold two and a half Harry was put on the ground, and I didn't know what was in it.

On the other side of the fireplace, Hermione and Luna each occupied the last two broken wooden chairs in the hut.

As for Harry and Ron, they sat down honestly on the wood pile for the fire in the fireplace and on a dirty bucket buckled upside down.

Incidentally, Hagrid's big dog tooth was squatting at the back table. It stared at the table and splashed with shiny saliva.

"Hagrid, where have you been all this time? What have you met? How did it look like this..." Harry couldn't help asking again.

The hunting cabin had been vacant for a long time, and Hagrid obviously had just come back. Because no one cleaned for a long time, a thin layer of ash has accumulated everywhere in the hut.

But now, everyone has no time to take into account these small things.

"I said, it's okay!"

Hagrid said stubbornly, picked up the umbrella leaning against the fireplace and pointed to the fire. Suddenly, the pile of firewood burst out more flames and licked the copper kettle on the iron shelf harder and harder.

The firewood crackled and burst out a lot of sparks, which made Hermione move her feet out again to prevent the splashed flames from burning her trouser legs.

"Come on, Hagrid!" said Ron, looking at his embarrassment. "Your face has basically said everything, so you don't have to hide it from us?"

"My face? No, isn't it nothing?" Hagrid straightened up, patted himself hard on the cheek, but frowned with pain. "Well... Oh! It's nice to see you again... Isn't it?"

"Hagrid!"

When Hermione saw that he was trying to digress awkwardly, she widened her eyes and called out to him discontentedly.

"Seriously, have you been beaten by anyone? Now you look as miserable as you look!" Harry pursued with a worried face. "Is it... Voldemort?"

"Don't mention that name!" Hagrid sighed hard and scratched his scalp. "Well, well, I did make a little mistake, but it's really nothing - it'll be fine tomorrow, believe it or not?"

"Most importantly, it has nothing to do with that - well, you know whose - and 'that person', fundamental, complete, complete - nothing to do with it!"

With that, Hagrid waved his hand, then got up and went to the table on the other side of the hut. He first pushed away the teeth squatting in front of the table with his feet, and then lifted the huge tea towel covered on the table.

Now everyone finally knows that they have been making trouble all the time, but today they have been staring at the table quietly since they came in.

Because under the huge tea towel, there is a piece of raw meat bigger than a car tire.

"You don't want to invite us to eat that?" said Ron, staring at the suspicious piece of meat. "It looks... Poisonous?"

As Ron said, this big piece of meat really sells badly.

Although we can't see what kind of meat it is, just looking at the section with green blood, it's estimated that no one will want to put it into their mouth.

"There's no poison. It's like this - it's dragon meat," Hagrid said. "Peruvian fangs... Dragon meat is non-toxic, but I'm not going to eat it."

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of dragon meat and gently pressed it on his left face. Dark green blood was squeezed out and flowed down his big beard to his clothes.

Then he hummed comfortably.

"Well... It's much more comfortable," Hagrid said sideways. "You see, dragon meat with blood can relieve pain - Dumbledore told me before."

"Ah --"

When Hagrid mentioned Dumbledore's name, everyone subconsciously avoided his eyes. Only Luna did not overreact, but showed a look of regret.

"What's the matter?" Hagrid said strangely. "It's true. Dumbledore has studied the use of dragon blood. In case you get hurt in the future -"

When he said this, he suddenly bah and said, "look what I said... You'd better not get hurt. The feeling of pain is not very good..."

"Hagrid!"

Harry couldn't help but raise his voice and interrupt Hagrid's chatter.

"Huh?"

Even Hagrid had now noticed something wrong with the atmosphere. He looked at the little lion with three dignified heads and hesitated to stop his words.

"Aren't you talking about dragon blood?" Hagrid asked hesitantly, "... What's the matter?"

In Hagrid's questioning eyes, Harry, who had just opened his mouth first, opened his mouth again, but found that he didn't know what to say. Ron lowered his head a little and didn't know what he was talking about.

Hermione tried to speak several times, but what she should say was stuck in her throat and was in a dilemma.

Hagrid had always regarded Dumbledore as his greatest benefactor, and all three of them knew it.

When the chamber of secrets was opened for the first time, Voldemort, as the opener, blamed Hagrid, who was still his classmate.

When Hagrid, whose parents died, was unjustly dismissed and desperate, Dumbledore left him and gave him the job of game keeper and key keeper.

In the face of such Hagrid, how can they bear to tell the cruel facts?

But they all knew that Hagrid would know about it sooner or later. Don't say Hagrid is at Hogwarts now. Even if he doesn't come back outside, the news of Dumbledore's death will soon reach his ears.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore is dead."

Just when the three people were holding their breath and were bored, Luna's dreamy voice suddenly rang.

Although her voice is as soft and erratic as ever, it is even easy to be ignored in noisy places.

But at this moment, her words were no less than a thunder, which suddenly split on everyone's scalp.

"What... What?" Hagrid's hand trembled slightly, then frowned slightly, "miss Lovegood, you can't joke..."

Even if Hagrid didn't believe it, he was a little more nervous.

His words fell a little, and then there was another silence.

Hagrid looked back and forth at the faces of the four children, and his heart grew more and more depressed. He took away the dragon meat on his face, spread out his hands, and put them around impatiently, allowing the green dragon blood of half his face to flow to his shoulder at will.

"Don't be silent! Why... Is it popular to form group pranks among students now? It was invented by the twins of Weasley's family again..."

"It's not funny at all! I said, hey... Please give me a reaction, huh?"

"Hagrid -" Hermione suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Hagrid, who was a little confused and uneasy, "Luna is not kidding... But... Professor Dumbledore must be for us... For Hogwarts... His expression is very calm..."

She spoke intermittently, trying to find something to comfort Hagrid, but she always didn't know what to say. After a burst of incoherence, she finally looked away with red eyes.

"... sorry."

Hermione didn't know why she wanted to apologize, perhaps because of her weakness, or for some other reason - she didn't know.

"Is this... True?"

Hagrid seemed to have lost all his strength, his hand suddenly fell down, and the dragon meat he had been holding in his hand also "snapped" to the ground.

"... is it true?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Harry and Ron, but they all looked dejected. After taking a deep breath, his tears poured out of his eyes desperately.

The next tooth looked at the dragon meat on the ground, and then at Hagrid with a sad face. After some hesitation, he lay quietly at Hagrid's feet and gently rubbed Hagrid's legs with his head.

At first Hagrid just cried silently, but then he couldn't help crying more and more, and soon it turned into a big cry. He said a lot of things he couldn't hear clearly. He looked very painful.

Harry and others all sat with red eyes and waited for Hagrid silently. Even Luna's mood was obviously much lower.

Probably because last night, both professors and Maka, who arrived later, showed a calm appearance in order to stabilize the situation. Hermione even managed to calm down and speculate about Dumbledore's death.

Until now, Hagrid's cry gave them the most real sense of reality.

Whether Dumbledore died or pretended to die, at least his body actually appeared in front of everyone.

When people recalled Dumbledore's kind face and kind words in Hagrid's cry, the sadness repressed in the depths of their hearts finally broke out completely.

Like warm happiness, sadness is sometimes an infectious disease. Hagrid's cry infected the children without trace, and the salty tears slipped out of control.

Luna sniffed, gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and looked at everyone a little seriously.

"I didn't cry when my mother died, because my mother didn't like people to cry..." she said. "Only happy tears can flow freely. Professor Dumbledore... He certainly wouldn't want to see sad tears."