Chapter 614

"Reducto!"

The powerful magic light devoured the wooden door of Hagrid's cabin in an instant.

After a roar, the broken door panels mixed with white snow scattered all over the ground.

Harry's curse had not even been noticed. Launch it.

Harry would have done this only when he was so angry, as can be seen from the hand he had not yet pulled back.

With the incantation coming into effect, Hagrid's figure appeared from the position of the door.

A strong smell of wine seemed to find a good outlet. Fortunately, van Lin had been on guard and used magic to stir up the air to dispel the bad taste before the wine in the room burst out.

Hagrid looked at the people who came into the bed in surprise. He looked a little embarrassed.

Hagrid sat next to the fire that had been out for a long time. In terms of the coldness of the room, Hagrid had not raised a fire for a long time.

Teeth seem to be a little bad, its body is obviously a circle of thin.

The wine bottles were scattered around Hagrid, and it seemed that Hagrid had never left this thing these days.

It seems that the hair was completely smoothed out of the original alcohol, which made the hair smooth and smooth.

His face was messy. He looked terrible. His eyes were red and swollen.

Hagrid didn't even take off the Brown Plush suit he was wearing at the Christmas party. The roses in his coat pocket had turned black and even rotten.

Van Lim took a look at Hagrid's bed. The quilt was the same as before. It seemed that Hagrid had never been back on the bed.

If you change to an ordinary Muggle, Hagrid should have died early.

Fortunately, Hagrid's blood saved his life. Otherwise, it would be enough to kill him with these high concentration spirits.

"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry's face was cold. He was very angry. He didn't expect Hagrid to be the same as before.

"Ah..."

Hagrid seemed to have forgotten how to speak. Van Lin saw Hagrid's mouth open slightly, but only some indifferent scales were vomited out.

It was very hoarse, like friction between rough slabs.

Harry was a little stunned. He had seen such a reform once, but last time Hagrid had not lost his ability to speak, but now

Harry was a little sad. It was not Hagrid's fault. He had no choice.

Harry became a little hesitant. He didn't know if he should go in, or turn around and leave. Hagrid

"Good..."

Hagrid's voice is very hoarse, it can be seen that this is very difficult for Hagrid.

"Ron, please take care of Maomao. He looks hungry." Fanlin said, poor hound fur finally met the familiar people and breathed the fresh air.

Maomao was curled up in front of them, and he didn't seem to have any strength.

"Good." Ron nodded, and skillfully he found the meat he usually fed to Maomao.

Because the fire had been out early, the meat was frozen in by the cold temperature, but it didn't go bad.

Ron used his wand to force out some flames. Originally he wanted to light the stove, but there was no fuel in it.

"I'll help you."

Van Lin said quickly, his hand a move, after a while, some wood mixed with snow will float in from the outside.

Ron poked the flame into the stove.

The rise of the flame brought a rare trace of life to the hut, and Fanlin's face slightly eased.

"Let's take care of the house first."

Hermione nodded gently, and vaseline let go of her hand, and then Hermione took out her wand.

In fact, the hut looks like it hasn't been lived in for a long time. Some dust is evenly scattered on every part of the house.

Besides his teeth, even Hagrid's body was covered with a fine layer of dust.

All the liquid was frozen, and the open bottles contained some broken ice, while the higher concentrations of wine were scattered on the table.

It seems that Hagrid's living these days is the high concentration liquor without ice.

There is no doubt that Hagrid has a strong stomach.

However, it is difficult for Fanlin to imagine how Hagrid survived. For a week, this is probably how Hagrid lived.

Hermione had some difficulty with Hagrid.

Hagrid's eyes were dull, and there was no movement.

Hermione dealt with every corner with a clean spell, and then she turned her eyes to the bottles.Ron has probably warmed the meat a little, half cooked, but that's enough for Maomao.

The poor dog had been hungry for several days, and he didn't care how much it was, as long as he could fill his stomach.

"Don't feed him too much." Hermione crinkled. She took two steps forward, then disposed of the scattered bottles with the vanishing charm, and then turned her eyes to the bottles in Hagrid's hand.

"Hand it in..."

Hermione held out her hand.

I don't know why, Hagrid seems to be a little afraid, his eyes a little back.

That's good. At least Hagrid is alive.

"Hagrid, give me the wine..." Hermione said in a softer voice.

The voice was soft and seemed to give Hagrid enough confidence.

Hagrid's head shook slightly, and then Hermione put her hand on Hagrid's palm.

"You should remember that you promised us not to drink like that again." Hermione said as she threw away the last bottle of wine in the room.

Hagrid's cabin seems to have returned to its former atmosphere.

After van Lin finally made the whole house warm, several people seemed to find the usual feeling of interviewing Hagrid.

It's as if they're back on the sofa now, and Hagrid is still enthusiastic about preparing some not so delicious snacks and the tea that van Lin put in Hagrid's room.

Of course, the premise was that Hagrid would get rid of the bad state of the painting, or at least take off his ridiculous brown clothes.

"You are not afraid of me. I am a An ugly hybrid giant You shouldn't have come here... " Hagrid's eyes were a little dodgy. He didn't dare to look at the children who had never given up on him.

"We're friends, Hagrid, from beginning to end. We're your friends, and naturally we don't care who you are."

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