Chapter 599 Hagrid Cried Bitterly

The little tenderness that Fan Lin had brought about by hugging Hermione tightly completely disappeared.

The rose garden was still so warm, and the stars in the sky released their brightness without reservation.

Yes, not a single cloud.

The night sky above is enchanted, no matter how long it takes, a year or two.

As long as the magic does not dissipate, the night sky here will always look like this, forever!

However, these things were far less shocking than Hagrid's brain brought to Fanlin.

This is not courtship at all, this is seeking death...

Hagrid was so stupid that his head felt like it was stuffed with rock biscuits made by Hagrid himself.

Such an important thing is said so brazenly here.

No one can guarantee how many people are around and how many people can hear it.

While Hermione and Fanlin were hiding, Fleur and Davis were walking this way, maybe they would hear it.

One thing is certain, Fan Lin has no doubt about the giant's voice, even though Hagrid has deliberately lowered his voice.

Maybe everyone heard it. Hagrid was so careless that he didn't even hear the sound of Fan Lin and Hermione falling to the ground.

Perhaps, tomorrow, the news will spread throughout the school.

There is no doubt that this will be a breaking news for the relay ball.

It's a big deal that a half-blood giant teaches at Hogwarts.

There was no need for Hagrid to make any mistakes. As soon as this news was announced, Dumbledore's difficulty in keeping him immediately went up several notches.

Hybrid giants are not taboo, but they are definitely a category that wizards exclude.

Fan Lin knew their identities early on.

Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid, it can be said that in the entire magical world, they are the only two who can be active in front of everyone.

Hagrid is protected by Dumbledore, and Madame Maxime is good enough.

The most important thing is, what curse can be used to prevaricate this.

As Madame Maxime said, she just has a big frame.

Although this reason is very nonsense, as far as Fanlin knows, he can find no less than ten ways to make a person become like Mrs. Maxim or 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 for everyone to accept this fact, but at least Maxim was still a very good female principal to the outside world.

As for Hagrid, Hagrid is nothing, and he speaks without thinking.

Even here Harry could realize that something was wrong with what Hagrid was saying.

It was a giant, an ugly and dirty representative, like a mountain monster.

To be honest, Fan Lin has a bad impression of this kind of creature.

He had read some information about giant wars, which were cruel, bloody, and irrational.

Fan Lin doubted whether their huge heads were all filled with muscles.

The giants should be grateful that God has given a race a strong enough body, otherwise, the simple social structure with no progress would be enough to destroy them several times.

In fact, giants are the oldest race in mythology. All gods have the blood of giants. They are not very intelligent, but they are loyal. They move clumsily but are powerful.

Their population is sparse, but one can equal ten.

They are the giants. His tall physique and tough movements gave him trust in his comrades and made his enemies fearful. They are the best warriors. They believe that strength can solve everything. In their eyes, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated and no wall that cannot be destroyed. In their dictionary, there is no retreat, no desperate situation, and no depression. It is not that they are optimistic, but that they are naturally strong. What they like most is the enemy's city walls, because these walls are very troublesome for other races to break, and their bodies themselves are weapons, making the strong walls look fragile in the eyes.

Of course, such giants have been lost in the long river of history.

Fanlin had imagined countless times the glorious civilization of giants, which was the era of Idun.

But now the giants have long lost the glory of their ancestors.

Poor magic level, and an extremely degenerated brain.

This may be due to the suppression power of the entire world, but this cannot conceal the badness of the giant race today.

The most important point is that during the last war in the wizarding world, these giant races had been classified as dark creatures, and they obeyed Voldemort.

That's why they were really attacked.

Hermione also looked very shocked, and Fan Lin clearly felt the girl's body become stiff in his arms.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief.

To be precise, panicked.

She tilted her head back unconsciously. The news that Hagrid was a hybrid giant was really shocking.

Neither of the two people spoke, but the ugly expressions naturally appeared on their faces.

Fan Lin suddenly felt a little annoyed, why did he bring Hermione here? He could choose any place at random, or in other words, directly use magic to create one. These would be better than coming here and being constantly destroyed.

Hagrid was still sitting on the bench, watching her leaving figure. The night was so dark that Fan Lin couldn't see his expression clearly. To be precise, Hagrid lowered his head and buried it entirely in his broad hands.

This is not Hagrid's fault at all, he just carefully held everything and all his secrets in front of Mrs. Maxim.

However, Hagrid should also know that this was a mistake in itself.

He is a wizard, and Hagrid is living a wizard's way, so Hagrid must abide by wizard rules, unless Hagrid can really change something in the magical world.

This is an impossible task, and even someone as powerful as Dumbledore is powerless against these things.

The Wizengamot has clear regulations, planning giants into the camp of dark creatures.

Giants are not goblins, they don't have such good brains.

Hermione and Fanlin heard Hagrid's sobs. There was no doubt that such a result was not what Hagrid wanted. No matter how stupid he was, Hagrid was not indifferent to his surroundings.

Maxim was so cold, like a snowy night outside the castle.

After a while, he stood up and walked away. Not in the direction of the castle, but in the direction of his cabin, disappearing into the darkness. (To be continued)