Vol 2 Chapter 605: Hagrid's past

Fanlin never thought that Dumbledore was a good person, and could only say that he was a trustworthy person. 【】
In all cases, what Fanlin did did not touch Dumbledore's general arrangement. In many cases, Fanlin played a very beneficial role.
It can be said that Dumbledore is a good partner, but it is impossible to trust like a friend.
It's hard to say, do you expect a Hogwarts principal, the chief wizard of Wiesengammer to treat you like a friend without any concealment?
For Dumbledore to keep Hagrid as a professor at Hogwarts, Fanlin could understand.
Hagrid's loyalty to Dumbledore is beyond doubt, and the Order of the Phoenix...
Most of the people in this school are Dumbledore's cronies, but Dumbledore has lost what he is fighting for.
A retired politician.
To Fanlin’s surprise, Dumbledore actually talked about his brother Aberforth. It seemed that he did not take Aberforth to heart. Otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn’t be so easy. Mention his family in front of Fanlin.
"Yes, he is a good guy," Ron said. "Hagrid, can I have a cake?"
Ron pointed his finger at the cake on the table. They had been here so long that Ron was a little hungry.
"You're welcome." Hagrid wiped his tears with the back of his hand and said, "He is right. Of course, you are all right. My father would be ashamed of me if he knew I did this. You haven't seen me. Father's picture. Here." Hagrid stood up and took out a picture in the dresser drawer.
There was a short magician on it, with eyes exactly the same as Hagrid's, sitting on Hagrid's shoulders with a smile.
Hagrid should have been seven or eight feet tall at the time, but he had no beard on his face, and he was round and young-looking at most eleven years old.
"That was taken when I first entered Hogwarts." Hagrid said. "Dad was very happy when he died. He thought I didn't need to be a wizard. Because my mother...In short, I didn't learn much magic. But at least he didn't see me being kicked out of school. He died. Just when I was in second grade."
Although Fanlin felt that this was very bad, and some did not respect Hagrid's father, Fanlin could not think of how an ordinary wizard thought of a giantess.
Maybe it was forced by Mother Hagrid, but... with the magnifying spell?
From a biological point of view, is there no reproductive isolation?
However, since Hagrid was able to mate with fire crabs and snails, it seemed that these giants could not be bothered.
Do everything possible to reproduce...
Fanlin didn't dare to talk to Hermione, otherwise the girl would not let him go.
"Dumbledore was the one who helped me after my father died. He arranged for me to guard the hunting grounds. He believed in others and always gave them a second chance. This is the difference between him and other bosses. I understand. Is it? As long as others are talented, he will accept them. He is respectable, but there are always people who don’t understand. These people are always against him. They even pretend to be great. But they dare not even'that person' Say, my father is right, there are always people in this world who are against you, but they are not worth annoying you. I have done very well. I will not let this woman continue to disturb me, I swear, I want Give her a lesson."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were nervously looking at me, and I looked at you. Hermione would rather walk around with fifty snails with burning tails on their back than tell Hagrid that she and Van Lin Tui, you have reached the conversation between Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid.
Fanlin didn't have any pressure. Hagrid was targeting Rita Skeeter and not anyone else.
But Fanlin was very curious about how Rita lurked into Hogwarts.
Because Moody's name was magically used, the live spot map could not capture his name at all, and Fanlin naturally gave up the use of the live spot map.
However, this trick should be very effective on Rita's body, just because Fanlin needs Rita to do something.
You know, even if Rita Skeeter's notoriety is notorious, her influence in the Daily Prophet cannot be ignored.
More than half of the people in the magic world thought they believed her report, even if it was exaggerated, this was a very important candidate for public opinion.
However, Fanlin was really bad enough for Rita's senses, and he was chubby like that pink old toad in Umbridge.
By the way, will the candidates for next semester change, Hogwarts Senior Investigator?
Fudge should be very upset. Those vampires have brought enough trouble to Fudge, and Sirius said that Barty Crouch is no longer in charge of anything~EbookFREE.me~ The silly Percy is Barty. Crouch's unlucky one.
Fortunately Percy is proud to deal with those boring and bad things.
He is too old-fashioned. If you let him know what his idol Mr. Crouch is doing, I don't know if Percy will fall apart.
Fanlin looked a little absent-minded. He held the black tea and sipped it, looking through the window at Hogwarts Castle covered in snow...
(Today's wind is very noisy...)
Hagrid continued to speak, completely unaware that he was saying something strange.
"Did you know, Harry?" he said, looking up at the photo of his father, his eyes gleaming, "When I first met you, I remembered myself. Mom and Dad are not around. You I feel that you are not fit to stay at Hogwarts, remember? You are not sure if you can do it. Now look at you, the school champion!"
He fixedly looked at Harry, and said solemnly: "Do you know what I want, Harry? I want you to win. I will prove it to them. You don't have to be ashamed of your identity, just prove to people Just do it right. How is the egg going, Harry?"
"Very good. Really good." Harry said.
Hagrid's crying face finally showed a smile, "It's great... you proved to them, Harry, you defeated them."
Lying to Hagrid is harder than lying to anyone. Back at the castle, Harry couldn't forget the excited expression on his face when he heard the news about the egg.
At this point, Harry felt that the egg was heavier than ever. Before going to bed that night, he secretly made up his mind-it was time to put his arrogance aside and listen to Fanlin's advice, or the advice of the disgusting Cedric. .
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