Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Today's homework is to briefly explain the basic principles and scope of application of the conversion spell. If you are more interested in this, you can also try it out. Well, that's it for today's class, the get out of class is over."

Professor McGonagall's words came from the podium, signaling the end of the class.

"Hermione, shall we go to Hagrid's cabin later?" Harry asked tentatively, reaching out from the back table and pushing Hermione's armchair. Hermione was now sorting out the books on the table, preparing for the afternoon class. .

As a stun spell issued by a third-year student, Hermione's spell was not very powerful, not to mention that it was not a killing spell. After a short period of careful recuperation, she began to go to class as usual again.

"Hagrid is back?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I don't know either." Ron shook his head.

"But Professor Dumbledore said so yesterday and told us to go"

"Okay, but wait for me, I have a question for Professor McGonagall." Hermione said happily, and then hurried to the podium.

Harry and Ron could only glance at each other helplessly in their seats, they were never keen on this aspect.

"Miss Granger, I don't think there is any difficulty for you in today's class." Professor McGonagall looked at the students in front of her with a sullen face. She was about to get up and pack up her teaching aids and leave when she found her A figure appeared in front of her and stopped in front of her.

"Professor McGonagall, I," Hermione's face flushed slightly, she spoke in embarrassment, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"I think I know what you want to ask." Professor McGonagall's face was still cold and his tone was stern, "Unfortunately, even if you are fully recovered now, that thing cannot be returned to you."

"Why?" Hermione's face was full of disappointment.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't allow wizards your age to use such dangerous objects." Professor McGonagall shook his head, "Actually, I don't agree. Although it's a good thing that you like to learn, one's energy is always Limited." Professor McGonagall paused, and gently stroked Hermione's face and some curly hair with her wrinkled, dry tree-like palm, and a gentle expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"Kid, don't force yourself, I will tell other teachers, you don't have to be so tired, and in my opinion, some classes are not necessary at all." Professor McGonagall's tone became worse again, obviously It was thinking of a teacher who couldn't see clearly.

"I've only been to Professor Trelawney's fortune-telling class once," Hermione said weakly, and then she saw Professor McGonagall's rare smile, and then tightened her face to make herself look as good as she could. Not so happy.

"That's it, come to my office when you are free, and take the invisibility cloak back. I really don't know why it appeared on the scene." Professor McGonagall nodded and left the classroom.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's back, Hermione felt a little lost, but at the same time she was relieved and adjusted her mood. She walked to the seats of Harry and Ron and said with a smile, "Let's go."

So the three of them also left the classroom, went downstairs, crossed the Quidditch pitch, and walked towards the edge of the forbidden forest, next to Hagrid's cabin.

It was noon at the moment, and the bright sunlight fell on the path through the gaps between the leaves. It rained last night, and the grass on both sides of the road was exuding the smell of soil and grass. The pumpkins in the land were growing gratifyingly. The orange ones, which have not been managed for a long time, let them grow wildly, and are now ready to be picked.

"Look, Hagrid is at the door!" Ron raised his voice to remind his two companions when they were still some distance away from the hut. Hermione and Harry also revealed Hagrid's trademark huge physique when they saw it. With a smile, he hurriedly accelerated his pace.

"Hagrid, where have you been these days?"

"We all miss you."

"I thought you were fired,

Sent to prison, I don't even know how much I regret the stupid things I did! "

A few of them chatted at the door of the room, and Hagrid's big face, hidden under his beard, turned red, and he wanted to speak but couldn't get in.

"Okay, children, you can come in and talk, the sun outside is very poisonous." A somewhat old and thick voice came from behind Hagrid.

"Professor Dumbledore!" the three of them whispered at the same time.

Dumbledore walked out from behind Hagrid, wearing a silver-white wizard robe embroidered with patterns like the moon and stars, and was looking at them with a smile.

Although his figure was tall compared to ordinary people, it was still not enough to look at in front of Hagrid, and it was reasonable to be blocked.

Then Dumbledore gently pushed open the door of Hagrid's hut, and the five of them crossed the threshold and entered the house.

"Ah!" Ron sneezed as soon as he entered the room, and then his nose turned red, as if stimulated by something.

The house had been uninhabited for far too long, with pheasants hanging from the ceiling, a large bed in the corner, and of course the floor, and everything visible was covered with a thin layer of dust.

"Uh, I just came back, I didn't have time to clean it." Hagrid looked at the room in front of him, scratched his unkempt hair, and said to them a little embarrassedly.

"Clean up!"

"Clean up."

Hermione Dumbledore and Dumbledore shot more, the former only cleaned up the surrounding area, while the latter was like a big cleaning of the whole house, and it immediately became bright.

"Looks like there are a few more stools here," Dumbledore said, twitching his beard.

"No need, Professor." Harry said, and then the group walked to the big bed in tacit understanding and sat down. The quilt made of rags was well laid and soft.

The first few people were okay. When Hagrid sat up, the whole bed shook a few times, making it suspicious that it would break at any time.

"Where have you been these days, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"My dad said he saw you at the Ministry of Magic, is that true?" Ron asked closely.

"Harry, listen to me." Hagrid hesitated, as if he had made up his mind, before saying, "I'm leaving Hogwarts."

"What?" The three of them stood up together.

"No, that's impossible." Hermione looked at Hagrid in disbelief. She had no idea that her friend had come back to say goodbye.

"Hagrid, is that Malfoy's father making things difficult for you, and now I'll go to him to settle the account." Ron clenched his fists and rushed out the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, you can help Hagrid, right?" Harry could only look at Dumbledore at this time, hoping for some comfort.

"No no no." Hagrid shook his head hurriedly, and his body led the whole bed to shake more violently. With one hand, he grabbed Ron, who was about to stand up, and pressed him back onto the bed to sit.

"It's not a good habit to talk about someone else's father behind your back, Mr. Weasley." A cold voice suddenly came from outside the door, and then the small wooden door was pushed open.

"Mr. Hagrid, there is not much time left for you to reminisce, please hurry up." Malfoy casually leaned against the wall and said urgingly.

"Okay, I'll do it asap." Hagrid nodded.

Hermione looked at the indifferent Dumbledore in a panic, and the only person she could count on was still showing an unpredictable smile, just looking at them.

Hermione didn't know what to do now, she thought she owed him a debt, no matter what he thought, but Lupin and Sirius were saved because of him.

No matter what his purpose was, it was a fact. He didn't care, but he couldn't pretend that nothing happened. As for Ron and Harry's statement that they had cleared things up before, she didn't accept it.

So now she naturally bowed her head in front of Malfoy.

The questioning words that could have been spoken without hindrance were stuck in his throat.

"Actually, I still hope that my students can get along peacefully and friendly." Just when Hermione was still struggling, Dumbledore said.

"How to be friendly? Professor, I really can't do it." Ron said angrily, he saw that Hagrid's eyes were red now, and he finally washed away the grievances of Hagrid. free?

"I'm sorry, because I'm also a little responsible for this." Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed sharply under the half-moon lenses.

As soon as the words fell, the three of them looked at Dumbledore in surprise, looking unbelievable.

"Listen to me!" Hagrid's loud voice suddenly rang through the whole room, making them tinnitus a little, and their eyes turned to Hagrid who made the sound.

"Cough cough." Hagrid coughed a few times in embarrassment before taking out a small gray-black book from his jacket pocket and handing it to the three of Harry.

Hermione forced herself to calm down, then opened the notebook and subconsciously read: "Rubber Hagrid, a Distinguished Specialist in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures of the British Ministry of Magic."

A huge sense of absurdity rose from the hearts of the three at the same time, and Hermione seemed to notice something at this time, staring at Hagrid's clothes. She didn't notice it before, but now she found a very subtle violation. and sense.

The big standard clothes were put on Hagrid, which was very similar to the clothes worn by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic before, but slightly different. Because of Hagrid's image problem, the clothes looked very ordinary when enlarged, after all. When a big man stands in front of people, people will always subconsciously pay attention to himself, not his clothes.

The three of them looked up at Hagrid at the same time, only to see Hagrid looking around in embarrassment, rubbing his messy beard with his broad palms.

"Hagrid is very fond of magical creatures, you must all know that, and he is also very talented in communicating with magical creatures," Dumbledore looked at Harry and the three and said.

They nodded in unison. They all remembered all kinds of strange and ferocious creatures that were very obedient under Hagrid's men, such as hippocampus, eight-eyed giant spider, and so on.

"Well, you should have heard of the Dementor Rebellion that happened not long ago." Dumbledore continued, and then glanced at Malfoy at the door.

"Professor, I can't think of any relationship between the two." Harry shook his head in confusion.

"This means that Azkaban's manpower is not enough. At that time, many Aurors who were going out to catch criminals were urgently dispatched, and the order at that time was barely maintained at that time." Dumbledore said patiently.

"Do you mean to let the magical creatures cultivated by Hagrid guard the prisoners?" Hermione was the first to react. By now, Dumbledore's hint had been very obvious.

"You're right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore smiled happily again, his eyes narrowed.

"I really can't think of it." Ron shook his head in disbelief, his eyes widened.

"But, why didn't he tell us before?" Harry still expressed the doubts in his heart.

"Fudge is reluctant to explain that he is now degraded to the point where he has to rely on a key keeper to maintain it, so he asked Hagrid to sign a non-disclosure agreement." Dumbledore explained calmly.

"When I went to the Ministry of Magic, I really thought that I was greeted with a trial and the execution of Buckbeak." Hagrid's big hand covered his chest, and he said with lingering fears.

Then Hagrid began to share some anecdotes from his days at the Ministry of Magic.

"Hagrid, didn't you sign a non-disclosure agreement, how could you tell us this!" Hermione hurriedly reminded him, although it was too late.

"Fudge has already begun preparations for the handover procedure with the next Minister of Magic, and now this regulation is no longer binding on Hagrid." Dumbledore explained.

"Then Hagrid, according to this, you can absolutely not leave the school." Ron then reacted and said hurriedly.

"It's my own decision," said Hagrid, looking at Harry with some reluctance before explaining the reason.

"I've actually figured it out now. I'm not suitable to be a teacher." Hagrid waved his hand, then continued to say in frustration, "Although you all seem curious about this class, I know you're looking at me. For the sake of it, some students called me a big fool behind my back, but I could still see it."

Hagrid spoke, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No, Hagrid," Hermione said quickly, but Hagrid went on.

"But it's different there. I feel a lot more comfortable, and there are so many lovely "children" to take care of. You know, I even saw a lot of endangered magical creatures." Hagrid mentioned his favorite It's like opening the chat box and talking nonstop, and the look of ecstasy made them a little happy.

But the thought of Hagrid's imminent departure made their mood drop again.

"I miss you, Hagrid," Harry said reluctantly.

"So do we," said Hermione and Ron hastily.

"Me too, but there's nothing I can do." Hagrid took a deep breath, patted his head, as if thinking of something, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile.

"We'll meet again soon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione," he said.

"I don't want to hear any internal secrets leaked. There is still time. If you really want to stay here, then I have no objection." Malfoy's cold voice interrupted the sensational scene in front of him. .

What followed was just glare from Harry and Ron, displeased with the person who broke the mood in front of them.

There are also old accounts. At this time, they all thought of the seven Firebolts, so that they had already held half of the trophies and handed them over.

"Oh, Hagrid's new job was only completed by Draco through his father's suggestion to the Ministry of Magic, and then I was able to match it up. I was not at school a few days ago for some reasons. I also need some time to cooperate with Haig. Grew up those creatures who were not very obedient at first." Dumbledore felt the tense atmosphere and said thoughtfully.

The voice fell, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into an inexplicable embarrassment.

Harry and Ron froze on the spot, as if struck by a petrifying spell.

And Hermione looked at Malfoy at the door with complicated eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's not a good habit to take things out of context. It makes me seem like a helpful student, which is not in line with Slytherin's character." Malfoy said with a needless shrug.

"Being able to help others while gaining benefits is equally worthy of appreciation." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy, his eyes flashed, and he said meaningfully.