Chapter 312

"So, Hagrid, you have to tell us what happened to Harry! Didn't he come to you to deal with Al's matter?"

Ron and Hermione struggled to ask questions as they panted after Hagrid.

Each step of the overly tall gamekeeper seemed to cross a small patch of ground, and they could only barely keep up by running.

When Hagrid heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

His expression was rare and serious, even with a hint of warning.

Ron and Hermione had never seen Hagrid like this before, and they were stunned for a moment.

"Listen, you have to do what Harry said and stay out of this!"

Hagrid's voice was low and firm.

"You are too young to participate in these things!"

Ron was anxious and immediately retorted.

"Harry is in the same grade as us! Why can't we help?"

Hagrid snorted coldly, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty.

"Harry is different! Can you use the Flying Charm? That is a spell that can only be mastered by senior students, and Harry - he is different from you!"

Having said this, Hagrid seemed to remember the look in Harry's eyes before he left just now. That cold and firm look made him shudder.

He lowered his head, tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and looked at the two people in front of him again.

"Okay, listen to me, go back to the lounge and enjoy your weekend! Don't interfere in this matter anymore!"

After saying that, Hagrid took a big step and ran almost with all his strength.

His speed was so amazing that Hermione and Ron couldn't keep up at all and could only watch as he ran further and further away.

Hermione held her knees, breathing heavily, her face slightly red from exercise and anxiety.

She couldn't help complaining: "Oh my God, what happened! Why is Harry like this? I have to go back and find a solution!"

As he said that and ran towards the lounge, Ron panted and looked at Hermione's back.

"No, Hermione, why are you so uncool?"

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Hagrid ran all the way into Hogwarts Castle, his footsteps as heavy as a drum, and almost every step made the ancient stone floor tremble slightly.

It was midday on the weekend, and the corridors were empty except for the laughter of students from afar.

He has only one goal in mind: Professor McGonagall!

Professor McGonagall usually stayed in the teachers' lounge at this time. Since it was rebuilt there, she was full of praise for the white marble decoration there, and it had almost become her fixed base.

Hagrid sprinted toward the lounge, his huge body standing out in the narrow corridor.

However, just as he was about to turn the last corner, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was an old man wearing a gray robe, with a white beard hanging down his chest, a gentle smile on his face, and blue eyes under half-moon glasses shining with wisdom.

He was holding a conspicuous pink thermos flask in his hand, with a plush decoration wrapped around the lid, which seemed incompatible with his elegant temperament.

Albus Dumbledore!

Hagrid stopped suddenly, as if he had hit an invisible wall.

His chest heaved violently, and the anxiety and panic he had felt seemed to disappear the moment he saw Dumbledore.

"Hagrid,"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, his voice low and gentle.

"You ran so fast, what happened?"

Hagrid stood there in shock, and it took him a few seconds to realize that he was still breathing heavily.

The tight string in his heart seemed to finally relax, as if as long as Dumbledore was around, all problems would be solved.

"Headmaster! Harry...Harry, he..."

Hagrid gasped, his face flushed, and his huge chest heaved violently.

He tried to piece together the information in his mind into a complete sentence, but the intense running made it difficult for him to speak for a while.

Dumbledore stood in front of him, still looking gentle.

He raised his hand slightly and made a comforting gesture, as if his calmness could be conveyed to everyone's heart.

"Calm down, Hagrid,"

Dumbledore whispered, his tone as warm as the winter sun.

"Take a deep breath, look at me, and take your time."

Hagrid obediently looked up into the principal's blue eyes, as if there was an invisible force that gradually calmed him down.

His breathing gradually became steady, but Dumbledore's expression began to become serious.

His brows slowly furrowed, and there was an elusive deep thought in his eyes.

Just as Hagrid was about to continue speaking, his voice was interrupted by another stronger decision.

"Principal, I..."

Dumbledore suddenly raised his hand and motioned for him to stop.

He didn't wait for Hagrid to say anything more, and walked directly around him with decisive and quick steps.

His robes rustled in the wind like a battle flag.

"The school immediately went on alert,"

Dumbledore's voice was low but full of authority, echoing in the empty corridor.

"No one is allowed to go to Diagon Alley without my order. I will handle Harry's matter personally."

After saying that, he walked out of the castle without looking back, his steps were firm, as if he had already made up his mind.

His back gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only the lingering sound of his gray robe fluttering in the cold wind.

Hagrid froze on the spot, his mouth opened, but not a word came out.

He clenched his hands subconsciously, doubts and worries intertwined in his heart.

"How could Dumbledore be wrong..."

Hagrid muttered to himself, as if he was trying to find a reason for himself.

He slapped his head hard, as if he had finally come to his senses.

He turned and took a big step, running towards another corridor.

Now, he had to find Professor McGonagall immediately and tell her everything.

.......

"So, Harry is going to Diagon Alley now?"

Professor McGonagall stood beside her desk, frowning at the panting Hagrid in front of her.

Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

Hagrid supported his knees with his hands, panting heavily, and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall... and... the headmaster said... the school is on alert... no one can go to Diagon Alley without his order..."

He paused, raised his head and added.

"He said he would handle it himself."

When McGonagall heard the words "Dumbledore will solve it", her tense face relaxed a little.

After all, that was Albus Dumbledore, the backbone of Hogwarts, the pillar of stability in countless crises.

But just when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly realized something and raised her head abruptly.

"Wait, Hagrid,"

Her voice suddenly rose, and there was a little more urgency in her tone.

"You mean... you met Dumbledore at Hogwarts?"

Hagrid had calmed down his breathing a little at this time. He stood up, scratched his messy hair, nodded, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Yes, just in the corridor. He stopped me and asked me to report the situation at school to you."

McGonagall's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a cold knife light.

She slowly leaned back in her chair, her face full of confusion and shock.

"Any questions?"

Hagrid asked cautiously. Although he was tall, he was always a little restrained in front of Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall did not answer immediately, but sat down slowly, crossed her hands on the table, and stared at Hagrid, as if piecing together a scattered puzzle.

"It's a big problem,"

she whispered, with a hint of undisguised nervousness in her tone.

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts at all. He... he went to Germany the day before yesterday to meet Grindelwald!"

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Snowflakes fell gently on the muddy road of Hogsmeade, covering every corner of the village.

At this moment, the quiet atmosphere was broken by a crisp sound of bone breaking.

A big black dog with smooth hair and a strong body was excitedly gnawing on a huge turkey leg.

The meat on the turkey leg had almost been eaten, leaving only bones, but it obviously didn't care and still bit it with relish.

That satisfied expression seemed to be the most delicious food it had ever eaten in its life.

For it, such human food was too rare and worth enjoying.

However, just as it lowered its head to enjoy the delicious food, suddenly, a gust of wind broke the silence.

It raised its head and saw a figure flying through the air. The man was riding a flying broom, and his speed was so fast that it was almost like a flash of lightning.

Then, the man waved his wand violently, and the whole figure disappeared without a trace in the air, as if he had never appeared.

The big dog's eyes widened, and the bones in its mouth fell to the ground involuntarily, making a crisp sound.

It stood up, its limbs were a little unstable, its eyes were fixed on the empty space in the air, and an inexplicable emotion rose in its heart.

It lowered its head, opened its mouth slightly, and uttered a syllable that seemed to be filled with surprise and doubt, and the tone actually felt a bit human.

"James?"

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