Chapter 309

Harry ran, partly because he knew very well that Hermione would definitely stop him from finding Hagrid.

Although he had to admit that Hermione's words made sense - Hagrid was indeed unreliable on some things. For example, his definition of dangerous creatures was completely different from ordinary people.

But even so, Harry was still more inclined to ask Hagrid for help.

After all, if he went to find Professor McGonagall... Harry couldn't help but shudder.

He could imagine Professor McGonagall's piercing eyes staring at him, asking him sternly why he didn't report earlier, maybe even with an after-school education on responsibility and problem-solving.

Although Harry knew that Professor McGonagall was always fair and would not blame him for no reason, he felt inexplicably afraid of this scene.

On the other hand, Harry had his own little plans.

On the way to Hagrid's hut, he happened to pass by the Owlery, so he could go and see if Hedwig was back.

He had been uneasy for the past two days. One of the reasons was because he asked Hedwig to deliver a letter to London a few days ago, but she has not returned. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

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Edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Haha, Hagrid, it's been a long time since I last saw you! The last time I saw you was ten years ago, right?"

The man laughed and said, his voice rich and somewhat familiar.

"Ten years? How can it be that long! Julian, I even bought you a glass of Firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron three years ago!"

Hagrid's voice grew louder, and his laughter shook the surrounding leaves.

Gamekeeper Hagrid and a middle-aged man embraced each other passionately.

Julian was wearing a wrinkled robe, with a few wet mud stains on the cuffs.

He was holding a cage in his hand. The cage was covered with a piece of black cloth, and a faint rustling sound could be heard coming from inside.

The man's hands were wrapped in thick gauze, and several fresh scratches could be seen on the exposed parts between his fingers.

He had a pungent smell of bird droppings that made it almost impossible to get close.

To be honest, except for Hagrid, I am afraid no one would be so enthusiastic about him.

"Little Hufflepuff, why are you free to come to my place today? You came all the way to Hogsmeade instead of doing business in Diagon Alley? I heard that this International Potion Exchange Conference is a big opportunity. On the street Everyone said it would definitely make a lot of money!”

Hagrid let go of Julian, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed and his beard trembled, as if he was happy for his friend's career.

As soon as the man mentioned business, the smile on his face immediately faded, and he waved his hands, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Oh, don't mention it. There are indeed a lot of people here, but they all just watch the fun and no one enters my store, haha!"

"The wand is still working in and out today. I could just heal the injury on my hand, but I couldn't cast the spell when I was in Diagon Alley, and it worked again when I got to Hogsmeade. Really, I My hands are all wrapped up.”

When he said this, he paused and his eyes fell on Hagrid again, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"It's you, Hagrid. You look very energetic and cheerful. Your arms are burned like this and you don't even frown. I really admire you."

As he spoke, Julian patted the burn marks on Hagrid's left arm. The force was not strong, but it made Hagrid freeze.

His face instantly turned pale, and his eyes drifted unnaturally to the hut not far away, the hidden entrance leading to the cellar.

Julian raised his eyebrows and followed Hagrid's gaze, but saw nothing except weeds and a few stones.

He narrowed his eyes and asked with a half-smile.

"What's the matter, Hagrid? Are you hiding something good? Whiskey?"

Hagrid seemed to have been stabbed in something, and he waved his hands quickly, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"No, nothing! Nothing!"

He laughed twice, looking a little uncomfortable, then walked quickly to his cabin, opened the door, and greeted warmly.

"Come on, Julian, let's go inside and talk! Don't stand outside, the weather is not good."

Julian stood there, looking back and forth between Hagrid and the cellar entrance. Finally, he shrugged, picked up the cage in his hand, and followed.

As soon as he entered the door, he carefully placed the cage in his hand on the table and sighed.

"To be honest, Hagrid, I didn't come to you this time just to drink tea and chat. I picked up an owl in Diagon Alley a few days ago and it was injured. I originally wanted to save her, but who I know that this little guy has a bad temper and refuses to let me touch her. What's even more strange is that she also 'told' me that she has an owner who is a student at Hogwarts."

When Julian said this, his face was full of helplessness, and he pointed to the cage.

"I don't want to cause trouble, but she threatened me-if I don't take her to Hogwarts, she will harm herself! Tell me, isn't this going to kill me! I have no choice but to run away. Trip."

Hearing this, Hagrid raised his eyebrows and walked forward to check the cage.

He lifted a corner of the black cloth, and before he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed from confusion to shock.

"You picked up a Hogwarts owl in London? That's really strange...wait - Hedwig?!"

He whipped back the black cloth to reveal a white owl in a cage.

Hedwig was lying weakly on the bottom of the cage, her feathers were messy, and there was blood on her wings. Although her eyes were stubborn, there was a hint of exhaustion.

"Oh my god, how could she become like this!"

Hagrid quickly reached out his hand, wanting to touch her wings lightly, but he was afraid of hurting her, so his hand froze in mid-air.

He turned to look at Julian, his voice low and urgent.

"Julian, are you sure she flew to your place on her own? How injured was she? Did anyone try to catch her?"

Julian spread his hands, his expression looking helpless.

"I don't know, Hagrid. I found her in the back alley of a wizarding bar, and she was already injured like this. It looked like she had been attacked by some kind of magic, but she didn't say - uh, In other words, she didn’t let me understand.”

Hagrid's frown deepened. He turned around, carefully opened the cage door, and whispered comforting words.

"Okay, Hedwig, don't be afraid, honey, I will help you."

Hedwig seemed relieved when she heard Hagrid's voice, but she still huddled stubbornly in the cage and looked at Julian warily.

Hagrid sighed and looked back at Julian.

"She can't trust you, don't blame her. You said she was so vigilant all the way?"

"you do not say,"

Julian shrugged.

"If she wasn't too badly injured, she probably wouldn't even be able to touch me."

After hearing Hagrid confirm his identity, Julian nodded slightly and looked slightly relieved.

"It is indeed the owl you know. Please return her safely to her owner. This little guy is really annoying me."

Hagrid looked down at Hedwig in the cage, then looked up at Julian, his lips moved but no words came out.

He frowned, confusion and worry written all over his face.

He really couldn't figure out why Hedwig appeared in Diagon Alley and fell into Julian's hands.

Just then, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Along with the knock on the door, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Hagrid! I'm Harry, I need your help with something!"

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