Ch83- Hagrid

Ch83- Hagrid

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As they were about to leave the Great Hall, Hedwig swooped down once again, gracefully landing near Harry with Hagrid's response in her beak. Harry quickly opened the letter, his eyes scanning the content. He was pleasantly surprised to read that Hagrid was thrilled to receive his letter and had wanted to write to him as well but was unsure if Harry would be interested in corresponding. It seemed Hagrid might have been close to his parents, a connection Harry hadn't fully considered before. Any adult who knew him seemed to have formed their opinions based on his parents' legacy, he long realized that.

"Hagrid's invited us over," Harry announced to Tracey and Daphne. "Let's go, he's waiting for us."

Tracey's eyes lit up with curiosity. "I've never really spoken to Hagrid."

They had all seen Hagrid on the first day of school, the towering figure hard to miss among the staff and students. Occasionally, he sat at the faculty table during dinner, his presence as large and warm as the roaring fireplaces in the Great Hall. But none of them had ever really spoken to him. Harry, too, had no idea about Hagrid beyond the whispers he heard around the castle – a gentle half-giant with a penchant for magical creatures.

As they walked toward Hagrid's hut, Harry shared what little he knew. "I've heard Hagrid's quite friendly, loves his creatures. And he's a half-giant, which is quite something."

Daphne raised her eyebrows, "Half-giant? That explains his size. Do you think he's aware of everything going on in the castle?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure. But I think he knows more than he lets on. He's been here for a long time."

Tracey, walking slightly ahead, turned back and chimed in, "I've heard students say he's got all sorts of strange creatures. I hope we get to see some."Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

Harry was doubtful about the creatures being housed in Hagrid's hut. Most of the magical beings were in the Forbidden Forest, and the hut was dangerously close to areas students often walked. Keeping them there posed a great hazard. As they approached the "small" wooden structure, the sound of barking could be heard.

Hagrid's voice was heard next, booming with a friendly tone, "Calm down, Fang." He walked towards the door to open it. The massive wooden door creaked as it swung open, revealing the towering figure of Hagrid. His eyes lit up in recognition and warmth as he saw Harry, Daphne, and Tracey standing there.

"Harry! An' friends! Welcome, welcome!" Hagrid's deep voice rumbled, tinged with his distinctive accent. "Come in, come in. Don't mind Fang, he's as harmless as a Flobberworm."

Hagrid pondered for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought. "Well, now, that's a deeper sort of question. Creatures like 'em, they've got a kind of magic in their voices. It's not like chantin' spells, but it's magical all the same. Their calls, cries, and songs, they're all tied to their nature, to the magic that flows through 'em."

Harry nodded, taking in Hagrid's words. "So, their language, or rather their communication, is an extension of their magic. It's not just words; it's an expression of their very essence."

"Exactly, Harry," Hagrid agreed with a smile. "You're catching on quick. It's all about the essence. A Phoenix sings, and its song carries the warmth of fire. A Thunderbird cries out, and the skies respond. And when a Unicorn whispers, the very air seems to purify."

Nigel's voice chimed in Harry's mind, his tone thoughtful yet laced with his typical dryness. "It seems, Master Harry, that you're delving into a symphony of the magical world where each creature is an instrument, and their language is the music they play."

Harry chuckled inwardly at Nigel's analogy, then refocused on Hagrid. "Hagrid, have you ever witnessed these creatures using their 'voices' in a way that seemed deliberate, like they were intentionally manipulating their magic?"

Hagrid rubbed his chin, his eyes taking on a distant look as he recalled his experiences. "Well, I've seen a Phoenix sing to soothe pain, and I've heard tell of Thunderbirds callin' storms to protect their nests. As for Unicorns, they don't often vocalize, but when they do, it's a sound like no other, calmin' and pure."

"That's fascinating," Harry murmured, his mind buzzing with ideas. "It's like they're casting spells without spells, using their innate magic through their voices."

"Aye, that's one way to look at it," Hagrid nodded. "They've got their own kind of magic, different from ours but powerful in its own right."

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