Chapter 1381 Depressed Hagrid (Happy National Day)

Aiwen and Buckbeak are very familiar, and he used to ride it to raid the acromant spider's lair.

Seeing Aiwen and the others, Buckbeak stretched out his big head and clicked his blade-like sharp mouth.

"Oh my God!" said Hermione nervously, "it's still kind of scary, isn't it?"

"It's a little bit, but don't be fooled by its appearance, it's actually very friendly." Ivan said, looking into the eyes of the hippogriff.

He bowed low to it without blinking, and in a few seconds Buckbeak stooped too.

Behind him, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine bowed to it.

This is a way to express friendship and say hello to the Hippogriff, even if the two parties are friends.

After bowing, Buckbeak seemed docile as they allowed his feathered head to be stroked gently.

"We just learned about hippogriffs a few days ago, and Buckbeak is the most popular among them, there are..." Elaine said.

"Hello!" A loud voice interrupted her.

Hagrid turned from the back of the hut, wearing a large printed apron and carrying a sack of potatoes.

His big hound Yaya followed at his feet, and with a low growl, Yaya rushed towards Ivan and the others.

"Don't mess with it! It'll bite off your fingers!" said Hagrid. "Oh, it's you guys!"

Fang jumped up and down at Hermione and Elaine, trying to lick their ears, tail wagging behind him.

Hagrid stopped, glanced at the four of them, then turned and strode into the cabin, closing the door heavily.

"Oh, my God!" said Hermione, looking terribly upset.

"It seems that he is still angry." Ivan said.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," said Harry grimly, walking to the cabin door and knocking hard.

"Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you!"

There was no sound from inside, only Harry's knock on the door.

"If you don't open the door, we'll blow it open!" said Harry, drawing his wand.

"No, Harry, you can't..." Hermione wanted to stop him, but Yaya kept throwing herself on her, "Don't!"

I don't know if she is telling Harry not to blow the door, or telling Yaya not to lick her.

"Why not?!" Harry said, raising his wand, "Stand back!"

"If it's about to explode, just a restoration spell can restore the door to its original state." Ivan said, supporting Harry's approach.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hagrid flung the door open!

This was what Ivan and Harry had expected, and Hagrid stood there glaring at them angrily.

Even though he was wearing a printed apron, he still looked scary.

"I'm a teacher!" he yelled at Harry. "Master, Potter! How dare you threaten me with blowing up my door!"

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Harry, biting down on the last two words deliberately, slipping his wand into his robes.

Hagrid seemed stunned, his eyes widening, looking at Harry in disbelief.

"Since when did you call me 'Professor'?"

"Since when did you call me 'Potter'?"

"Whoa, that's clever!" growled Hagrid, shaking the potato sack in his hand, sending dust flying. "Funny enough to get me in there, isn't it? Well, come in, you ungrateful guy..."

He muttered angrily, and stepped back to let them through the door.

Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine followed Harry into the cabin, and Yaya happily followed them.

"Why did you remember to visit me?!" Hagrid said angrily, at this time Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Elaine sat down at his big wooden table, and Fang immediately put his head on Harry's lap On the bed, the saliva dripped on his robe.

"How do you remember?! Do you think I'm pitiful? Or do you think I'm lonely or something?"

"No!" said Harry immediately, "we just wanted to see you."

"We miss you!" said Hermione tremblingly.

"We are very worried about your current situation. By the way, I will explain the course selection to you." Ai Wen said.

"I didn't give up your class, and I don't plan to give up in the future. I think you teach very well." Elaine finally said.

Her words made Hagrid look better, but then he turned away in a huff.

He stomped up and down, making tea in the huge copper teapot, muttering incessantly. Finally, he placed four teacups the size of small buckets in front of them heavily. The tea in them was as dark as mahogany, and he also brought a plate of his homemade rock cakes.

Ivan was very hungry. Although Hagrid's cooking skills did not meet his taste, he immediately reached out and took a piece.

So did Harry and Hermione, and Elaine took a piece, took out a crystal bottle, and poured a few drops of dragon's blood on it.

"Hagrid!" said Hermione timidly, and Hagrid sat at the table with them and began to peel the potatoes so hard that every potato seemed to have a deep hatred for him, "like Elaine just now. Having said that, we enjoyed your class and thought you were doing a great job, but in fact we really wanted to keep taking Care of Magical Creatures."

Hagrid snorted hard, as if a very fast-nosed cow fell into a potato.

"Really!" said Hermione, "but we're out of schedule!"

"Yeah, that's right!" said Hagrid again. "That's why you all gave up."

At this time, there was a strange crunching sound, and they all turned their heads to look.

Hermione glanced up and gave a soft squeak.

Ivan jumped up from his seat and walked around to the big bucket in the corner.

The bucket was filled with maggot-like things about a foot long, sticky and white, writhing constantly.

Alvin frowned, what is this? Oversized worms or maggots?

These bugs are so fat, looking at their writhing bodies, Ivan felt a little inexplicably disgusting.

"What's this?" Harry asked, trying to sound more curious than disgusted.

Elaine stared at the bucket for a while, then quickly put down the rock cake that had just been soaked in dragon's blood.

"Giant grub," said Hagrid.

"Giant grub..." This does not seem to be some magical creature.

"Yeah, I keep 'em to feed Aragog," said Hagrid. "There's nothing to scare you."

As he was talking, he burst into tears for no reason, and several people looked at each other.

"Oh, Hagrid!" cried Hermione, jumping up and hurrying around the table.

In order to avoid the barrel of giant grubs, she deliberately went around from the far end.

I didn't expect that the fact that they didn't choose Hagrid's class hit him so hard, and Hagrid couldn't help crying... 8)