Vol 2 Chapter 603: Persuade Hagrid

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The powerful magic light swallowed the wooden door of Hagrid's hut in an instant.
After a roar, the scattered and cracked door panels mixed with white snow scattered all over the floor.
Everyone hadn't even reacted yet, Harry's curse was nothing. Launch out.
Harry would definitely do this with extreme anger, as you can tell from the hand he hasn't pulled back.
With the effect of the spell, Hagrid's figure suddenly appeared from the doorway.
The strong smell of wine seems to have found a good vent. Fortunately, Fanlin was prepared for a long time. Before the wine in the room rushed out, he used magic to agitate the air to disperse the bad taste.
Hagrid looked at the people coming in in surprise, he looked a little embarrassed.
Hagrid was sitting next to the stove that had already been extinguished. In terms of the coldness of the room, Hagrid hadn't raised the fire for a long time.
Yaya also seemed to be a bit bad, and its body was obviously thinner.
Scattered wine bottles were randomly placed around Hagrid, it seemed that Hagrid had never left this thing these days.
Alcohol anesthesia seemed to have completely divorced Hagrid from reality, and the smooth hair that had been combed had returned to the previous tattered ball of wool.
His face was messy, his complexion was very bad, and his eyes were red and swollen.
Hagrid didn't even take off the brown plush suit he wore at the Christmas ball. The rose that was originally in his jacket pocket had turned black or even rotted.
Fanlin glanced at Hagrid's bed. The quilt was still the same as before, and it seemed that Hagrid had not returned to the bed.
If it were replaced by an ordinary Muggle, Hagrid would have passed away early in such a desperate state of existence.
It should be fortunate that Hagrid's blood saved his life, otherwise the high-concentration spirits alone would be enough to kill him.
"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry said with a cold face. He was so angry that he didn't expect Hagrid to be the same again.
"what……"
Hagrid seemed to have forgotten how to speak. Fanlin saw that Hagrid's mouth opened slightly, but only some indifferent scales were spit out.
The sound was extremely hoarse, like friction between rough stone slabs.
Harry was taken aback for a moment. He had already seen such a reform once, but the last time Hagrid had at least not lost the ability to speak, but now...
Harry was a little sad, it wasn't Hagrid's fault, he had no choice.
Harry became a little hesitant. He didn't know if he should walk in, or turn around and leave, Hagrid like this...
"Okay..."
Hagrid's voice was extremely hoarse, which was very difficult for Hagrid to see.
"Ron, please take care of Maomao, it looks like he's too hungry." Fanlin said, and the poor hound Maomao finally met someone he knew and breathed fresh air.
Maomao curled up in front of them, looking like Maomao didn't have much strength anymore.
"Okay." Ron nodded, and he found the meat normally fed to Maomao very skillfully.
Because the fire was extinguished a long time ago, the meat was frozen by the cold temperature, and fortunately, it was not broken.
Ron used his magic wand to force out some flames. He originally wanted to light the stove, but there was no fuel in the stove.
"let me help you."
Fan Lin spoke quickly, with a move with his hand, and after a while, some wood mixed with snow floated in from outside.
Ron stabbed the flames into the furnace easily.
The rising flames brought a rare tinge of anger to the hut, and Fanlin's expression slightly eased.
"Let's take care of the house first."
Hermione nodded gently, Fanlin let go of her hand, and then Hermione took out her wand.
In fact, this hut looks like no one has lived in it for a long time, and some dust is evenly scattered in every part of the house.
In addition to Fang, even Hagrid was covered with a fine dust.
All the liquid was frozen, the opened wine bottles contained some cracked ice ballast, and the more concentrated wine was scattered on the table.
It seems that what Hagrid maintains these days is these high-strength spirits without freezing.
Hagrid has a strong stomach, which is beyond doubt.
However, it was still difficult for Fanlin to imagine how Hagrid survived. Hagrid probably came here for a week, this week.
Hermione had trouble accepting Hagrid like this.
Hagrid's eyes were dull, without any movement.
Hermione unceremoniously treated every corner with a cleaning spell, and then, Hermione turned her gaze to the wine bottles.
Ron had heated up the meat a bit, it looked half-baked, but that was enough for Maomao.
This poor dog has been hungry for several days~EbookFREE.me~ He doesn't care about the extent of this thing, as long as it can fill his stomach.
"Don't feed him too much." Hermione wrinkled, she took two steps forward, then used the Vanishing Curse to dispose of the scattered bottles, and then cast her eyes on the wine in Hagrid bottle.
"Hand over..."
Hermione stretched out a little white hand.
For some reason, Hagrid seemed to be a little frightened, his gaze retracted slightly.
This is good, at least Hagrid is still alive.
"Hagrid, give me the wine..." Hermione said in a softer voice.
The voice was very 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 this again." Hermione said as she threw away the last bottle of wine in the house.
Hagrid's cabin seemed to have returned to its former atmosphere.
Yu Fanlin finally made the whole room warm, and several people seemed to have found the usual feeling of interviewing Hagrid.
It was as if they returned to the sofa and sat down, Hagrid would still enthusiastically prepare some not-so-good snacks for them and the tea that Fanlin had placed in Hagrid.
Of course, the premise is that Hagrid gets rid of this terrible state, at least, to take off the ridiculous brown clothes.
"You are not afraid of me, but I am... an ugly hybrid giant... You shouldn't have come here..." Hagrid's gaze was a little dodged, and he dared not look at these children who had never given up on him. .
"We are my friend Hagrid. We are like this from beginning to end. We are your friends, so naturally we don’t care who you are.".
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