Vol 2 Chapter 1076:

Speaking of Hagrid, Hagrid was eventually driven out by the Ministry of Magic. Just after Hagrid entrusted Glop to Harry, although it did not take long, the teaching at Hogwarts Hagrid was still very ups and downs.
When Harry walked down the last step into the porch, he saw Malfoy, Carat and Gore coming out of the door leading to the Slytherin common room on the right.
Harry stopped immediately, and Malfoy and the others stopped too. The only sounds that can be heard at the moment are shouts and laughter coming in from the playground. Malfoy looked around-Harry knew he was checking for a teacher-then he looked at Harry and said in a low voice, "You are dead, Potter."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Interesting," he said, "You expected I won't avoid it."
Malfoy looked angry more than ever; Harry looked at his pale, anger-distorted face with a burst of relief.
"You have to pay the price," Malfoy said in a low, not low voice, "I want you to pay for what you did to my father!"
"I'm scared," Harry said sarcastically. "I think Lord Voldemort just got warmer than the three of you—what's wrong?" He added, seeing Malfoy and they were startled by the name. jump. "Isn't he a friend of your father? You shouldn't be afraid of him, right?"
"How great do you think you are, Potter," Malfoy said, walking slowly, with Carat and Gore following. "You wait and I will let you know. You can't let my father stay in jail-"
"I think I know," Harry said.
"The Dementor has left Azkaban," Malfoy said softly, "Father and the others will be out soon."
"Yes, I think of course they will," Harry said nonchalantly. "But, at least now everyone knows that they are scumbags-"
Malfoy drew his wand quickly, but Harry was faster than him; he drew his wand just as Malfoy's fingers were in the pocket of his robe.
"Potter!" A voice crossed the porch. Snape appeared on the stairs leading to his office, looking at Harry. Harry felt a fierce hatred, far more than he felt for Malfoy. No matter what Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape, never.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Snape's voice was as cold as usual, and he strode towards the four of them.
"I'm thinking about the spell on Malfoy, sir," Harry snapped.
Snape stared at him. "Put down your wand right away," he said quickly, "deduct Gryffindor ten..."
Snape looked at the huge marker on the wall and smiled contemptuously. "Ah, I found that Gryffindor has no more points to deduct on the scorer. So, Potter, I can only simply..."
"Plus some points?" Professor McGonagall limped into the castle from the stone steps, carrying a tartan travel bag in one hand, and leaning slantingly against the cane in the other hand, looking very complex Not bad.
"Professor McGonagall!" Snape called, strode over, and reached out to support Professor McGonagall's arm. "You are out of St. Munger's Hospital!"
"Yes, Professor Snape," Professor McGonagall said, taking off her travel cloak, "I've got a brand new look. You two...Clar...Gall!"
She waved to them arrogantly, and the two people came over, dragging their feet slowly.
"Take this," she tucked the travel bag into Kra's arms, and gave the cape to Gore. "Take them to my office."
Carat and Gore turned around and stumbled up the stairs.
"Well, then," said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the marker on the wall, "Well, I think Potter and his friends must each add fifty points, because they warned the world about the return of the mysterious man. What do you think, Professor Snape?"
"What?" Snape asked in surprise, and Harry thought he must have heard clearly. "Oh-well-I think so."
"Then add fifty points to Potter, and there are two Weasley children, Longbottom and Granger, and Al!" Professor McGonagall said word by word, in the Griffindor scorer. A lot of rubies crashed and fell. "Oh, I think there is Luna," she added, "the sapphire spilled from Ravenclaw's scoring device.
"Now, I think you can deduct 10 points for Potter, Professor Snape—just what we see." There were some rubies flying in the scorer, but the ones left below were still considerable. "So, Potter, Malfoy, I think you should go out? The weather is so good outside."
Professor McGonagall said cheerfully, seemingly very happy.
Harry didn't need to hear her say it a second time—he stuffed his wand into his robe and walked straight to the front door without even looking at Snape and Malfoy.
In fact, he didn't bother looking at the two of them, Slytherin came out...
As soon as he left the gate, the heat of the sun immediately surrounded him.
Harry crossed the lawn and walked towards Hagrid's cabin.
The students on the lawn were enjoying the sunshine and talking with each other, some were reading the "Daily Prophet", some were eating snacks, and they all looked at him when he walked over; some were calling him, or Waved to him, eagerly wanting to show that they, as mentioned in the Daily Prophet, regarded him as a hero.
However, Harry did not speak to anyone. He doesn't know how much they know about what happened in the past three days, but he doesn't want to be questioned now or in the future. He thought about it when he knocked on Hagrid's door, but Yaya ran over from the corner and rushed towards him with great enthusiasm, telling Harry Hagrid that he was picking beans in the vegetable garden.
"Great, Harry!" Hagrid yelled happily, and Harry walked over to the fence, "Come on, come on, let's have a glass of dandelion juice."
"How is it?" Hagrid asked, two people sitting at Hagrid's wooden table, one holding a glass of frozen juice.
"Uh-it feels good, right?" Harry looked at Hagrid's caring expression, knowing that he was not asking if he was healthy. "I'm fine," Harry said quickly, not wanting to discuss what Hagrid was thinking.
"How are you?"
"Always hiding in the mountains," Hagrid said. "It's like the time when Sirius was hunted down, but it's not that difficult, Dumbledore..."
Hagrid stopped, he cleared his throat, looked at Harry, and drank several sips of juice in one breath.
"No matter what, I finally came back," he said softly.
"You...you look better," Harry said, determined to move the subject away from the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore.
"Really?" Hagrid asked, raising a big hand to touch his face, "Oh-yes. Glop is better too. I saw him three times after I came back, and he told me three times. He is a good guy, really. I think it's time to find him a girlfriend."
Harry wanted to tell Hagrid that this was not the case. If another giant lived in the Black Forest, perhaps more confused and rude than Glop, it would be a worrying thing.
According to Fanlin's idea, it is a blessing to be able to accommodate a Glop in the Forbidden Forest. If a giant is added...
It's hard to imagine what the Forbidden Forest will become. The centaur in the Forbidden Forest will definitely go crazy, using their not-sharp spears and bows to fight Hagrid?
This is something that is very likely to happen, and, with Glop's mentality, it is difficult to say that the normal giantess will follow him.
if so……
Forbidden forest destroyer?
Harry couldn't help thinking that this was definitely a headache for all Hogwarts people, but it was worth mentioning that at least the Ministry of Magic would not come over and get in, they were too busy to take care of themselves now.
To solve the consequences of deceiving other wizards for a long time, and then the panic caused by the return of Voldemort to the magical world.
And the most important point is that they have to solve the troubles Voldemort has caused as soon as possible. To be precise, they need to kill Voldemort.
But Harry didn’t think the Ministry of Magic would succeed, at least...
Harry suddenly lost all his strength, and even on the matter of finding a girlfriend for Glop, he didn't have any energy to discuss.
In fact, Harry was beginning to wish he could be alone. This thought prompted him to gulp some dandelion juice until only half of the glass was left, so he could leave quickly.
"Now everyone knows you are telling the truth, Harry," Hagrid said softly suddenly. He approached Harry and looked at him. "Is this better?"
Harry shrugged and said it didn't matter whether he trusted other people or not, at least Harry didn't value it that much now.
He said he didn't lie, Voldemort was there, and the threat was everyone...
"Look," Hagrid said, leaning on the table, "I know you are contradictory, Harry, but Dumbledore..."
"No, I'm not at all contradictory." Harry interrupted, seemingly not interested in continuing this topic with Hagrid.
"No contradiction..." A confused expression appeared on Hagrid's face, "but you are not..."
"Dumbledore did the right thing, it's like this. We want to solve Voldemort, no matter who it is...especially..." Harry couldn't say anything. He had already wanted to use him to seduce Voldemort. , In fact, if he replaced himself, he would willingly cooperate with the activities of the Order of the Phoenix, but...
Harry jumped...
"I'm going to see Fanlin and Ron, they are still in the hospital." Harry said stiffly.
"Oh," Hagrid said uneasily, "then-well, Harry. Ha take care of yourself, if you-"
"Okay." Harry opened the door quickly and rushed out. Before Hagrid could say goodbye, Harry had already crossed the lawn. Everyone greeted him again. He closed his eyes, hoping that they would all disappear, so that he could be alone after opening his eyes.
A few days ago, just before the end of the exam, he saw the vision of Voldemort in his mind. He was willing to give everything, as long as the people in this magical world believed that he was telling the truth, that Voldemort was back, and that he There is neither lying nor madness.
But now—he walked for a while by the lake, then sat down on the shore, hiding behind a bush to avoid people's eyes, looking at the gleaming lake, thinking silently.
Maybe the reason he wanted to stay alone was that after he talked to Dumbledore, he felt isolated from other people. An invisible barrier separated him from the rest of the world. He is—just like before—a person who has been marked. And he never understood what it meant.
He was sitting alone by the lake, he didn't even feel fear, his heart kept repeating what Dumbledore said, Fanlin's affirmation, and... and the look in the person's eyes and voice...
One day, he will become like that?
Harry felt a little bit cold all over his body, he could feel that state, the picture...
All this is not without reason, although the sun is shining at the moment and the people on the surrounding playground are laughing, he seems to be in two worlds with them, and there is an insurmountable distance between them, but even so, he still finds it hard to believe him The ending will be a murderer, or be affected by it for a lifetime.
He sat by the lake for a long time, staring at the water, trying not to think about what he would become...
The sun went down and he felt the cold. He stood up, walked towards the castle, touched his face with his hand, a bit cold...
In fact, Fanlin and Ron and others recovered and discharged before the end of the semester.
Fanlin seemed to want to unravel Harry, but every time he tried to mention something between him and Voldemort, Hermione stopped him.
In Hermione's words, even though they were worried about Harry, they couldn't help Harry with everything. Naturally, Fanlin set his sights on the old bat, and now Sirius was watching him.
But there is one thing Harry can be very sure of: he will be very unhappy when he returns to No. 4 Privet Drive and miss Hogwarts very much. Even though he already knew why he had to go back there every summer, he didn't feel any better for it. In fact, he has never been so worried as he is now.
Professor Umbridge, who was somewhat mentally disturbed, left Hogwarts the day before the end of the semester. She seemed to have slipped out of the hospital during dinner, trying to leave it unnoticed. But unfortunately, she met Pepy Ghost halfway through the road, and the latter seized the last chance according to Fred's instructions, happily intercepted her, and threw a stick and a box of chalk at her one after another.
Many students ran to the porch to see how she fled in embarrassment ~EbookFREE.me~ and the deans of the colleges only half-heartedly tried to stop them.
In fact, Professor McGonagall returned to her seat with only a few faint protests, regretting that she could not celebrate because Pepy Ghost had borrowed her cane.
The last dinner of the semester arrived. Most of the people had packed their luggage and went to the dinner. Only Harry had not started.
"I'll clean up tomorrow!" Ron said, waiting for Harry at the door of the dormitory. "Hurry up, I'm starving."
"I'll be fine soon, let's go first." But when Ron closed the door and left, Harry still didn't mean to speed up the order. The last thing he wants to do is attend a dinner party. He was worried that Dumbledore would mention himself in his speech.
He would definitely mention Voldemort's name; he would mention the past year. He took out some crumpled robes from the bottom of the suitcase and folded them one by one. At this moment, he noticed a very well-packed small package lying in the corner of the box.
He didn't know how it was there. He bent down the medicine, pulled it out of his training suit, and checked it carefully.