Vol 2 Chapter 599: Weeping Hagrid

The tenderness that Fanlin had brought by hugging Hermione tightly disappeared completely.
The rose garden is still so warm, and the stars in the sky unreservedly release their own brightness.
Yes, there is not a trace of dark clouds.
The night sky above was casted with magic, no matter how long, one year or two years.
As long as the magic does not dissipate, the night sky here will always be like this, eternally unchanged!
However, these things were far from the shock that Hagrid's brain brought to Fanlin.
This is not courtship at all, this is death...
Hagrid is so stupid that he is home, his head is like a rock cake made by Hagrid himself.
Such an important thing is said so unscrupulously here.
No one can guarantee how many people around here and how many people can hear it.
While Hermione and Fanlin were in hiding, Fleur and Davis were walking this way, maybe they would hear them.
To be sure, Fanlin naturally had no doubt about the giant's voice, even if Hagrid had deliberately lowered his voice.
Maybe everyone has heard it. Hagrid was so careless that he didn't even hear the sound of Fan Lin and Hermione falling to the ground.
Perhaps this news will spread throughout the school tomorrow.
There is no doubt that this will be the explosive news of a relay ball.
A hybrid giant teaches at Hogwarts, which is a remarkable thing.
There was no need for Hagrid to be doing anything wrong. As soon as the news was announced, Dumbledore's difficulty in trying to keep him increased several levels.
Hybrid giants are not taboo, but hybrid giants are definitely excluded by wizards.
Fanlin knew the identities of the two of them early in the morning.
Mrs. Maxim, and Hagrid, it can be said that the entire magical world can be active in front of everyone, and there are only two of them.
Hagrid is protected by Dumbledore, and Mrs. Maxim is good enough.
Most importantly, this can be prevaricated by some evil curse.
As Mrs. Maxim said, she is just a big skeleton.
Although this kind of reason is very nonsense, as far as Fanlin knew, he could find no less than ten ways to turn a person into Mrs. Maxim or like Hagrid.
However, even so, such an identity cannot be regarded as a stated fact at all.
Fanlin didn't know what reason Mrs. Maxim found to make everyone accept this fact, but at least, Maxim was still a very good female principal.
As for Hagrid, Hagrid was nothing, and he did not speak through his brain. 【】
Even Harry could realize that Hagrid was speaking inappropriately here.
It was a giant, an ugly and dirty representative, like a mountain monster.
To be honest, Fanlin has a bad impression of these creatures.
He had read some materials about giant wars, brutal, bloody, and irrational.
Fanlin wondered if their huge heads were all stuffed with muscles.
Giants should be fortunate that God has given a race a strong enough body, otherwise, the simple social structure without progress is enough to destroy them several times.
In fact, giants are the oldest race in mythology. All the gods have the blood of giants. They have low IQ, but they are loyal. They are clumsy but powerful.
They are sparsely populated, but they can count as ten.
They are giants. The heavy physique and the tough moves give trust to the comrades and make the enemy terror. They are the best fighters. They believe that power can solve everything. In their eyes, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated, and there is no wall that cannot be destroyed. In their dictionary, there is no retreat, no despair, no depression, not thinking that they are optimistic, but inherently powerful. What they like the most is the enemy's city walls, because these walls are troublesome for other races to break, and their bodies themselves are weapons, making the solid walls become fragile in their eyes.
Of course, such giants have been wiped out in the long river of history.
Fanlin had to imagine the glorious civilization of giants countless times. It was the era of Yitun.
And now the giants have long lost the glory of their ancestors.
Terrible level of magic, and a degenerate brain.
This may be due to the restraint of the entire world, but this cannot conceal the awfulness of the giant race today.
The most important point is that during the last war in the magic world, the giant race had already been included in the category of dark creatures, and they took orders from Voldemort.
This is the reason why they were really attacked.
Hermione also looked very shocked, Fan Lin clearly felt the girl's body become stiff in his arms.
The girl's eyes widened, her eyes full of disbelief.
To be precise, it was panic.
She tilted her head back unconsciously~EbookFREE.me~ The news that Hagrid was a hybrid giant was really shocking.
Neither of them spoke, but the ugly expressions naturally appeared on their faces.
Fanlin suddenly felt a little annoyed. Why did he bring Hermione here? He chooses a place at random, or simply creates one with magic. These are better than coming here to be constantly destroyed.
Hagrid was still sitting on the bench, watching her leaving behind. The night was too dark, and Fanlin couldn't see his expression clearly. To be precise, Hagrid lowered his head and buried it in his broad palms.
This is not Hagrid's fault at all, he just carefully held all his own, all his secrets in front of Mrs. Maxim.
However, Hagrid should also be aware that this is a mistake in itself.
He is a wizard, and Hagrid is living as a wizard, then Hagrid must abide by the wizard's rules, unless it is said that Hagrid can really change the magic world.
This is an impossible task, even if it is as strong as Dumbledore, there is nothing he can do about these things.
Wisengamao has clear rules to plan the giant into the camp of dark creatures.
Giants are not fairies, and they don't have such useful brains.
Hermione and Fanlin heard Hagrid's sobbing, and there was no doubt that this result was not what Hagrid wanted. Even though he was stupid, Hagrid didn't feel nothing about his surroundings.
Maxim is too cold, like a snowy night outside the castle.
After a while, he also stood up and walked away. Not in the direction of the castle, but in the direction of his cabin, disappearing into the darkness.
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