Chapter 3 Rubeus Hagrid

Chapter 3 Rubeus Hagrid

"I am Rubeus Hagrid, Gamekeeper and Keykeeper of Hogwarts."

A giant who was more than three meters tall with arms as thick as a waist cast a huge shadow. His voice was so loud that it made the chandelier tremble.

But the expression on his face is very kind, and there is a smiling face under his somewhat messy beard. His eyes are not big, but they are dark and shiny, and he is very energetic.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hagrid looked at Aunt Petunia, whose eyes were red and swollen, and the envelope in her hand.

"It seems you received your letter from Hogwarts. That's why I'm here."

"Please have a seat."

Uncle Vernon, who had come back to his senses, pointed to the empty sofa beside him. Hagrid occupied a huge portion of the space with one swoop. Even when he was sitting down, he was more than three meters tall and his body like a city wall still made people very uncomfortable. A lot of pressure.

"Your name is Penny, right? I met you ten years ago."

After sitting down, Hagrid said to Aunt Petunia, "Maybe you didn't see me. I just picked Harry out from the rubble. It was so late at night that I was afraid of scaring you, so I didn't step forward."

"You rescued me from the ruins?"

Harry asked hesitantly.

"It's about finding you. Your mother protected you very well and risked her life to protect you. I demolished the collapsed ruins and found you out of the pile of stones. There was magic that opened up space for you. That's the last thing your mother has left."

Hagrid pointed his thick finger at his forehead, Harry's forehead.

"Your scar is a symbol of your mother's protection of you, and it is also the mark left by that guy on you."

"Voldemort?"

The sofa under Hagrid's butt made an overwhelming noise as the giant sitting on it shook violently.

"Yes." Hagrid nodded with a stiff expression, "Very few people in the magic world would say his name directly. We call him Mysterious Man."

"You-Know-Who?" Harry twitched the corner of his mouth. When he heard the word, Harry felt a weird emotion that was difficult to understand. "I really don't know who he is. Maybe he is a A heinous villain, a scumbag who has done all kinds of bad things, a crazy dictator and butcher.”

"But at least you shouldn't. At least you shouldn't lose courage. He has failed. He is not invincible. I don't understand why you are afraid of someone who has disappeared."

"You don't know what that guy did." Hagrid quickly explained, "Not everyone has lost their courage."

"What did he do, genocide? Millions of people died at his hands?"

Hagrid shook his head slightly. There were not so many wizards in the magic world combined.

"What about human experiments? Dissect people without injecting anesthetics, experiment with erosive poisonous gas on people, watch their skin fester and muscles melt, or inject them with viruses, create burns, and then study how to cure them?"

Hagrid continued to shake his head. Inexplicably, some strange images appeared in his mind, which made him shudder.

"Then what did he do?" Harry asked seriously, looking into Hagrid's eyes.

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Hagrid originally wanted to say: The mysterious man killed many innocent people and tortured many people who disobeyed him with the Cruciatus Curse, but when the words came to his lips, Hagrid didn't know why he couldn't say them out.

Harry opened a large tome, an illustrated "NC War Crimes Record", and showed the black and white photos to Hagrid.

"Perhaps we, who do not belong to the magical world, have achieved a sad victory in exterminating humanity."

Harry pushed the book into Hagrid's arms, "You can look at it, it contains a whole hell, your so-called mysterious man, is he really that scary?"

"Let you not dare to mention his name in ten years."

"You should be braver, big man. You are ten times stronger than me. You should be braver than me." Harry stared into Hagrid's eyes, "right?"

"You dug me out of the rubble, and you should have seen my heroic parents who died in front of me."

Hagrid fell silent under this firm gaze.

"Yes."

Hagrid stared at the black and white photos of the page illustrations. It was clear that the people in these photos did not move, they were just frozen in place, but he seemed to see countless pairs of desperate, numb eyes staring at him. This drawing of hell was soaked in the destructive human nature. of cruelty.

"Yes. Voldemort."

He said the name, but without trembling, because there was a more terrifying picture in his heart. He dismissed the so-called terror of the Dark Lord with disdain. Simple torture and death were not worth mentioning in front of the picture of the annihilation of humanity. .

Perhaps the small wizarding world cannot bring about the big picture, even if it is fear.

"There's one last thing I want to ask you, Hagrid."

"What's the matter?" Hagrid put away the book Harry handed him and put it into his bottomless pocket.

"Is there a monument?"

"What?"

Harry waved his hand when he saw the confusion on Hagrid's face.

"Looks like I need to go there, Aunt Petunia."

Harry sat down again and sat next to Petunia, "I have to go there, whether it's for myself or my parents."

"Sorry Dudley, Smelting, you can only go alone, but when I become an adult and graduate there, I should be seventeen, right?" Harry glanced at Hagrid and saw him nod, "If I still have time by then, I might be able to go to the Royal Military Academy with you if I try hard. I won't be eighteen yet."

"I'll wait for you, brother."

Dudley hammered his chest and nodded to Harry.

Things that were thought to take some effort to complete were finalized in a very short time. Harry was resolute and decisive. After carefully asking about the necessary knowledge for admission, at nine o'clock in the morning, Harry and Hagrid stood on the small garden road of the Dursleys' house. They were going to Diagon Alley to purchase some necessary admission items.

Uncle Vernon's car couldn't fit Hagrid in, so they could only go to the nearest station to go to London in a Muggle way. Muggles refer to people who cannot use magic.

With Hagrid around, no matter how crowded the public transportation is, it won't be a big problem. People will actively avoid this huge man. Even if they can't make way, Hagrid can easily squeeze out a way. Harry just needs to follow him.

After almost two hours of struggling, they finally arrived near their destination. This is a somewhat old commercial street with dense pedestrians. There was music coming from the record store, but it was not very clear.

"The Leaky Cauldron, Muggles can't see its door, but occasionally someone will mistakenly enter. This is a very famous place."

Hagrid pushed open a wooden door next to the record store, which was subconsciously ignored by passers-by and seemed to be hidden, and walked in with his waist bent. Harry followed closely behind.

What came into view was a dimly lit hall, where many drinkers in strange clothes sat. There were a few wrinkled old ladies drinking sherry in the corner. One of them was smoking a long pipe and exhaling some pungent green smoke. The environment here could not be described as dirty and messy. The floor that felt like stepping on shit seemed to be covered with thick fungal carpets, with a disgusting stickiness.

"Haven't you washed the floor for decades, Hagrid?"

Harry rubbed his boots and frowned.

"Maybe." Hagrid shrugged indifferently. Anyway, it was like this when he first came here.

The people in the bar seemed to be very familiar with Hagrid. Everyone who saw him smiled and greeted him.

"As usual, Hagrid?" The bar owner behind the bar asked Hagrid loudly, and the wrinkles on his shriveled walnut-like face stretched.

"No, Tom, I'm doing things for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the boss Tom's shoulder with his huge palm. He couldn't avoid it and was almost pressed down.

"Oh my God!" The bar owner stood up and looked at Harry, looking at him carefully, saying, "This is - this is -"

The bar was silent.

"Oh!" Tom, the owner, whispered, "Harry Potter - it's my honor!"

He hurried out from behind the bar, ran to the sea, grabbed his hand, and was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Everyone's eyes were on Harry, people stood up excitedly, and the sound of pulling chairs was everywhere. People wanted to come up and shake hands with Harry. Hagrid was smiling on the side, but Harry's face was a little cold.

"Voldemort."

The bar that had just become lively was frozen as if it had encountered a Siberian cold wave.

"It seems that there are still few people with courage."

Harry stepped forward, "It's been ten years, right? Where are those who dare to stand up against the dark evil now?"

His eyes swept across the whole audience, and no one dared to look at him.

"Let's go, Hagrid." Harry withdrew his gaze with some disappointment.

Hagrid caught up with Harry and they walked deeper into the Leaky Cauldron, behind the crowd's gaze.