Chapter 382 Visiting Hagrid

With the first rays of morning light emerging from the darkness, it is a brand new day.

It is June 29, the fifth day after the Goblet of Fire, and there are still three days before Hogwarts goes on holiday.

In the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry, stop being depressed," Hermione said, "Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cancelled, how about we go visit Hagrid?"

Hermione tried hard to adjust the gloomy atmosphere of the trio.

Since the Goblet of Fire, Harry has completely become a joke of Hogwarts - he violated the rules and participated in the Triwizard Tournament without knowing his own ability, exposed his private parts in front of the audience outside the maze, and tried to pretend to be a champion warrior to seize the Goblet of Fire but was injured...

This kind of experience is miserable enough for any underage wizard.

As a result, in the past five days, because he once said that Voldemort had been resurrected, and Rita Skeeter's continuous smear campaign against him, rumors about him spread all over Hogwarts, and people almost regarded him as a scourge and wanted to avoid him.

Sirius had not returned since Dumbledore's order that day, and no one knew where he had gone. Harry missed his godfather day and night, but all speculations were useless before getting definite news. He didn't know what happened outside Hogwarts, and could only get a few words from Ron.

All this made Harry fall into an endless haze.

He believed that many people had the feeling of a dark shadow looming over their heads, which was why people whispered to him in private. Obviously, everyone regarded Harry as the source of all the fear and anxiety.

So, he chose to escape.

When he didn't have classes, he chose to hide in the dormitory and the common room, and saw almost no one except a few roommates and Hermione.

"Okay," Harry hesitated for a while and finally agreed to Hermione.

The three of them went to Hagrid's hut. It was a bright sunny day. As soon as they approached, Fang jumped out of the open door, barking happily and wagging his tail.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Hagrid--"

The three of them saw a tall familiar figure from a distance, seeing off two other figures, one tall and one short.

"Hello, Ms. Maxime." Harry took the lead in greeting the headmistress of Beauxbatons, and Ms. Maxime smiled gently.

"Hello," she looked down at Fleur, who was standing beside her and staring at Harry, and said, "Hagrid invited us to have afternoon tea, and we are just about to go back..."

"You are the famous savior Mr. Harry Potter, right?" Fleur said softly.

Harry was stunned. He had never met Fleur before, and he didn't understand what she meant by saying this at all. He could only nod blankly.

"You performed very well in the competition." Fleur smiled brightly, and her smile, like a blooming flower, immediately fascinated Harry and Ron, two little boys, with an expression of obsession and intoxication on their faces.

"Yes, oh - I said, it's okay," Harry came back to his senses, scratched his scalp awkwardly, looked at Ron who was almost drooling, and slapped him on the shoulder, waking him up and calling him back to reality.

"Okay, we should go, Fleur." Maxime turned half of her body and gestured to Hagrid slightly. She reached out and pulled Fleur's sleeve.

Fleur retracted her gaze from Harry, gave Harry a meaningful look, and said, "We will meet again, Harry Potter."

Fleur walked away. Her voice and her long hair like clouds disappeared hazily in the sunlight, and Hagrid was still looking at the back of Ms. Maxime from a distance.

"When did you make up with her?" Ron asked curiously.

"What are you talking about," Hagrid said cheerfully, pulling more cups from the cupboard. He made tea, brought a plate of rock pies to share, then leaned back in his chair and looked Harry over with his dark eyes.

"Are you all right?" he asked gruffly.

"Fine," said Harry.

"No, you're not," said Hagrid. "You're definitely not. But you'll be all right."

Harry said nothing.

"I knew he'd come back," said Hagrid, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked up at him in surprise. "I've known it all these years, Harry. I knew he was out there, waiting. It had to happen. Well, now that it has, we have to face it. We have to fight. We can stop him from getting power and taking over the world. That was Dumbledore's plan. Dumbledore, he's a wonderful man. As long as he's around, I'm not too worried."

But is it?

Harry doubted it. Hagrid didn't know the whole story.

Voldemort's resurrection was just one of the things that concerned him.

Did Shaylin Malfoy appear in Little Hangleton Cemetery because he was accidentally transported by the Goblet of Fire?

Who kidnapped Hermione from the heavily guarded Hogwarts?

How did Shaylin bring the sleeping Hermione back to Hogwarts unharmed?

Behind all this, there are too many questions that he can't let go.

Hagrid also told them mysteriously: "Dumbledore found me some work this summer," he proudly puffed out his chest. Hagrid was convinced that he was the person Dumbledore trusted the most. He always entrusted such important things to himself, whether it was delivering the Philosopher's Stone or picking up Harry.

"What work?"

"It's confidential, maybe you will know later," Hagrid said, "Olym - that's what you call Ms. Maxim - may work with me. I think she will, and it seems that I have convinced her."

Hagrid failed to comfort Harry today. When they left the hunting lodge, it was dark, and Harry's mood was as dark as the night, deep and bottomless.

"Harry, don't worry about anything," Ron said, "Dumbledore will arrange everything. I believe Voldemort can't hurt you at all."

"Yes, protect me, and then hide all the plans to protect me from me," Harry said sullenly, "What is he afraid of knowing? I faced Voldemort in person, I watched Voldemort resurrect, and Voldemort wanted to take my life the most!"

"Compared to these," Hermione, who had been silent, said thoughtfully, "I care more about what the task Dumbledore gave to Hagrid is? Why did he go with the people from Beauxbatons? And what did Fleur mean by what she said just now?"

"Who knows!" Ron said indifferently, "Didn't Fleur say that she would meet us again? Then we will know, right?"

"I always feel that things are not that simple..." Hermione showed a thoughtful expression, but she couldn't sort out a complete thought. "I have a feeling that there is an inexhaustible "The net has covered all of us..."

"The resurrection of the mysterious man... Schelling is at the scene... Hagrid has a mission... Maxime... Fleur..." Hermione shook her head, trying to drive away the mess in her heart, "I feel that what Fleur said must be related to the mission that Dumbledore gave to Hagrid, and I heard that Fleur's family is also a famous family in the French wizarding world. So, it is possible... something big is going to happen in the wizarding world..."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't the resurrection of the mysterious man a big deal?"

"That's not what I mean..." Hermione paused for a while, then said solemnly: "As long as Dumbledore is still there, the mysterious man still has someone to fear, so that he can't act recklessly - what I mean is, if I guess correctly, the forces in France will also get involved, and the wizarding world is likely to usher in a huge change that no one can imagine..."