The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Dumbledore's look broke Harry's heart.

But just when he felt that he was about to accept the fact that Sirius and the others were dead, he heard Dumbledore say in a hoarse voice:

"Someone died, but Sirius and Remus, they were just injured."

"Then, who is the dead person?"

Ron stepped forward and asked.

His voice sounded trembling.

Harry's heart, which had already fallen down, lifted up again.

Ron's parents were also members of the Order of the Phoenix.

If that lovely and kind couple dies...

"It's Fletcher," Dumbledore said sadly with reddened eyes, "although he has some minor flaws, he is still a great warrior. He happened to stand in front of Tonks very unfortunately."

Ron looked at Harry and Hermione in a daze, as if he was asking who this guy named Fletcher was.

"Mundungus Fletcher! You should have met!"

Dumbledore reminded.

But judging from his expression and tone, he seemed very angry that Ron and Harry had forgotten about Fletcher.

And Harry remembered it when he reminded him.

Mundungus Fletcher.

He was a squat, unshaven man with short, bowlegged legs.

In all honesty Harry didn't like this guy.

He is too philistine.

Always drooling over the Black family antiques in Sirius' house, and trying to persuade Sirius to sell them all to him, claiming to give him the best price.

If it was he who died and no one else.

Harry would really be very happy.

But he can't do that.

Because no matter what Fletcher was in his lifetime, he is now a hero who died in battle!

These two emotions blended together, so that his expression now became extremely weird.

Ron beside him also had a hard time holding back his laughter.

Seeing Dumbledore's increasingly hostile eyes, Harry coughed twice, changed the subject and said:

"Professor Dumbledore, they, why are they going to such a dangerous place? And my precognitive dream. What's going on with all this?"

Dumbledore's attention was indeed attracted.

The expression on his face froze, a strange light flickered in his eyes, he shook his head at Harry and said:

"These things are confidential, I can't tell you."

Harry immediately wanted to continue asking after hearing this, but Dumbledore said again:

"You might go to Hagrid's cabin, though."

"why would……"

Harry frowned instinctively and asked, but before he could finish speaking, Hermione screamed:

"You mean Hagrid is back?!"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

After getting an affirmative answer, Harry and the others almost went crazy with joy.

They have not seen this good friend for half a year.

For a moment, Harry and the others were eager to return, and after politely saying goodbye, they left the office quickly.

Harry didn't even bother to ask Dumbledore about the follow-up.

Because he knew that Hagrid would tell him everything.

Hagrid was such a man who couldn't hide his secrets.

Especially for them.

After the trio disappeared, Professor McGonagall, who had been silent all the time, approached slowly and said:

"Is it difficult?"

"It can't be called easy," Dumbledore said with a smile, "but it can't be called difficult for the time being."

"So," said Professor McGonagall, "do you need my help?"

"Of course, Minerva, you have always been my best helper, and I cannot live without you."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, a faint smile began to ripple on Professor McGonagall's face.

But before waiting for long, Dumbledore said again:

"Without you, I don't even know what those naughty students would be like. So, promise me, help me take care of those students and this school, okay?"

The smile disappeared from Professor McGonagall's face.

She stared at Dumbledore seriously, her lips pursed tightly.

After a while, Professor McGonagall straightened his robe without saying a word, and left the office without looking back.

Bang——

The door of the office was slammed shut.

It was so powerful that it almost shook the Phoenix Fox off the shelf.

And as she left, the expression on Dumbledore's face became icy cold.

He came to the shelf and stroked and comforted Phoenix Fox.

However, his eyes still fell on the castle grass outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There, the excited Harry trio were running in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.

"Things are getting worse, aren't they, Dumbledore."

On the wall behind Dumbledore, an old man with a goatee and a face somewhat similar to Sirius was standing in the frame and said.

Dumbledore said nothing.

He didn't even look back, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"You just let him go to that idiot Hagrid?" The white-bearded old man said again, "You should know that his brain is now connected to Voldemort, just like he can perceive Voldemort's side through dreams." As in the case of the former, Voldemort can also learn about your intelligence through him.

Are you not afraid of him leaking information to Voldemort? "

Dumbledore finally turned his head, looked at the old man quietly and said:

"What can be known and leaked by Hagrid is not real intelligence."

"Ah! It's started again. Dumbledore, you are always like this. You like to use all available people to achieve your goals, no matter how close that person is to you, by any means! The damned Sorting Hat is really negligent Duty, you should have been sorted into Slytherin when you were in school!"

The old man muttered and complained, but soon he seemed to remember something, and said with a smile, "However, if those people know that they are being used by you. For example, that Harry Potter If he knows that your care for him is just an early investment and some compensation, and you are ready to destroy his horcrux born by coincidence at any time, just like slaughtering a pig, what do you think he will do? feeling?

To be honest, I always thought you were more Slytherin than us Slytherins!

Seriously, aren't your Dumbledore family descendants of Lord Slytherin? "

Dumbledore didn't speak, just looked at the old man in the portrait coldly.

Along with the conversation between the two of them, other portraits on the wall also cast their gazes over.

The old man seemed to enjoy the feeling of 'everyone's attention', and continued:

"Maybe you think you are the righteous side, but in fact we really don't care about the final outcome between you and Voldemort.

Because it doesn't matter which of you wins.

Neither will close or harm Hogwarts.

You all have a deep attachment to this school. This school also plays a vital role in realizing your ideals.

Even if Voldemort wins in the end, Hogwarts is just going to change the teaching method if it is going to die.

What's the big deal?

There have been so many headmasters in the history of Hogwarts, and each of them has a different teaching philosophy!

It is not unheard of to be more extreme than Voldemort.

Oh! correct! And that Link Foley, your little ally.

He doesn't want to be honest these days, does he?

What kind of factory was built, and a d.a. army was built.

You can't see it, can you?

He's also trying to get Hogwarts' attention, trying to get you kicked out by the Ministry of Magic.

Seriously, I like that Link Foley better than you and Voldemort.

No matter in terms of bloodline, ability or wealth, he is a very standard nobleman.

Someone like him who wouldn't be as idealistic as you, and wouldn't make everything bloody like Voldemort, would be a good headmaster.

Don't you really think about giving him the position of headmaster? "

The old man with the goatee was speaking, and the ridicule on his face was so strong that it was about to overflow.

What's strange is that, except for a few portraits of previous principals who roared dissatisfiedly in the entire office, the rest of the portraits remained silent.

They just kept silent, looking at Dumbledore with mocking eyes somewhat similar to those of the old man with the goatee.

Obviously, their thoughts were exactly the same as those of the white-bearded old man.

Dumbledore's eyes swept across the sneering faces, and his expression became colder and colder.

The Phoenix Fox in his arms seemed to sense his mood.

He tilted his head and lowered his body, ready to attack at any time.

The next moment, Dumbledore swung his arm violently, and a gust of wind suddenly rose from the office, sticking pieces of black cloth in the corners on the faces of the portraits.

The office was quiet again.

As the current headmaster of Hogwarts, he has jurisdiction over everything in the school.

This is the power given to him by the Big Four.

A few portraits of former principals are not enough exceptions.

After doing all this, Dumbledore came to the French window again.

Before his line of sight fell, Harry's trio had already arrived at the door of the hut.

...

Hogwarts hunting grounds.

Inside Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid was sitting on the 4-meter-square bed, but it was only a single bed for him, carefully applying a taupe ointment on his arm.

His hair was disheveled and covered with blood clots, and his left eye was narrowed, blue and purple.

There were bruises on the face and neck, and some were even bleeding.

As he applied the ointment, he was still panting, his whole body was very uncoordinated - this was caused by a broken rib.

But these aspects are actually nothing to Hagrid.

With the blood of the half-blood giant, even without any treatment, he could heal all these injuries within half a month.

In this regard, he is very experienced.

After all, being a gamekeeper at Hogwarts is not a comfortable job.

The creatures of the Forbidden Forest were no friendlier to him than the others.

Hagrid's worst injury to his entire body was actually the arm he was dealing with.

There, a black wizard used the magic front and shadowless spell to cut a big hole with deep bone visible.

This kind of wound soaked in cursed magic can only be healed by a fixed counter-curse, and cannot be healed by any other means.

Fortunately, those Death Eaters' magic fronts and shadows all came from Snape. After Snape released the counter-curse, the wound has healed.

It is a pity that he procrastinated for too long.

The bones and nerves deep in the wound have been damaged, requiring continued conservative treatment with potions.

After a while, Hagrid finally finished his medicine.

His disheveled hair was soaked with sweat, and the wound on his face became painful due to the stimulation of sweat, which made Hagrid wink and look a little hideous at the moment.

Hagrid wiped his sweat, and was just about to reach out to touch the big dog Fangya wagging its tail at his feet, when three regular knocks on the door rang out.

Hagrid frowned.

Yaya, who was still honest and honest, burst into a rage in an instant, and started barking at the door.

"Hagrid! It's us!"

Harry's familiar voice came from outside, which made Hagrid relax.

"I should have thought of it earlier!"

Hagrid's face, which was mostly covered by hair and beard, showed a smile, and he limped towards the door while pushing the teeth blocking the way with his feet, "I've only been back for less than half an hour, get out of the way, Yaya, you sleepy bastard..."

crunch——

The latch was pulled, and the wooden door opened.

Hagrid looked at the trio outside the door with a smile on his face, and the pain in his body was relieved a lot because of Harry and others' visit.

It's just that after the three of Harry saw Hagrid clearly, the excited smiles on their faces disappeared.

Instead, it's horror.

"My God! Hagrid! Are you going to fight a dragon?"

Hermione screamed, covering her face.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, don't let anyone find out!"

While warning, Hagrid pulled the trio into the cabin, looked around for a while, and then closed the door.

After returning to the wooden house, he still didn't stop.

Quickly drew the curtains.

The entire wooden house quickly darkened, only the flame in the stone fireplace not far away was still providing flickering light.

The three of Harry just watched Hagrid busy in silence, until Hagrid sat on the bed again, Harry frowned and asked:

"Hagrid, how did you... get hurt?"

Hagrid said casually after hearing the words:

"It's nothing, it was just accidentally caught by a few wicked birds."

Hagrid limped and put a copper kettle on the stove, "Want some tea?"

Ron and Hermione shook their heads again and again, having been impressed by Hagrid's craftsmanship in the past.

Hmm, negative impression.

Harry frowned and looked at the furnishings in the wooden house.

It was much dirtier than when he came last time, and it was covered with a thin layer of dust everywhere.

On the floor was a huge backpack, big enough to hold several children, and a dragonhide boot with the sole worn out.

'Hagrid must have come a long way and only just come back. '

Harry quickly came to that conclusion.

On the other hand, Hagrid ignored Ron and Hermione's refusal, and still served the three of them a pot of tea—of course, to Hagrid, those pots could only be regarded as cups.

When his eyes fell on Harry, he also frowned, and said rather worriedly:

"Harry, your face is ugly, are you sick?"

Harry took a deep breath and asked seriously:

"Hagrid, you, I mean you and Sirius, are you besieged by Voldemort and Death Eaters?"

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