Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

In the dark night, the temperature is always lower, making people feel cold.

Hagrid lit the fireplace in his cabin to raise the temperature in the cabin and drive away the coolness of the night.

He just went to watch Aragog today.

It was an Acromantula, an Acromantula that had lived for more than 50 years.

For their species, this is a very long life.

And living a long time is, in a sense, telling that Aragog is about to die.

This made Hagrid a little sad. He still remembered the little spider that was only the size of his hand 50 years ago.

In the blink of an eye, the events of that year have passed.

The palm-sized spider also became huge and old, and half of its body had already stepped into the loess.

Hagrid still remembered when he first received Aragog, when he was still a student at Hogwarts, and he was not forcibly expelled from school because of what happened next.

That was probably the happiest thing in his life.

Later, Dumbledore kept him and made him the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.

Over the years, he has served faithfully and befriended some of the magical creatures of the Forbidden Forest.

But compared to those cute magical animals, Hagrid's taste is more unique.

He likes those fierce little cuties, especially dragons.

He had always wanted to have one.

Of course, he had raised a dragon.

The dragon that was sent away last school year was what he called Noble's dragon.

"That's such a cutie." Hagrid drank the wine, and a smell of wheat spread out.

He was still thinking about the little cuties he had raised, and unknowingly he remembered the scene 50 years ago again.

The person he once trusted so much but betrayed him.

Hagrid knew that maybe that person never regarded him as a friend, but only regarded him as an object who could be used.

All the friendliness, humility, and kindness of that person are just a disguise that he directs and acts on his own.

Once that layer of disguise is lifted, that person is a despicable, shameless, and arrogant lunatic.

Everything he did was just for his own selfish desires.

Whether it's killing people for fun or deceiving the world.

He is a complete madman, a devil even more evil than the dark wizard.

"Tom." Hagrid spoke softly, his eyes shining with a strange light as he recalled the scene 50 years ago.

That was his most heartbreaking moment.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang."

The knocking sound came from the wooden door, which sounded a bit loud in this quiet night. The sound woke up Hagrid who was reminiscing about the past.

His eyes were solemn and full of alertness.

How could anyone come to his place this late at night?

Unless it's Harry and the others.

Thinking that it might be Harry, Hagrid's eyes softened a little.

But he still picked up the weapon very warily, took a look at the dog still lying on the sofa and said, "Ya Ya, come here."

When Yaya reached Hagrid's side, he slowly stretched out his hand to open the door, while his other hand raised the pink umbrella in his hand towards the door.

Gently opening the door to reveal a crack, Hagrid's eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

There are no people or magical animals outside.

Hagrid opened the wooden door completely.

After taking a good look, there was no one outside. Hagrid was a little confused. Could it be that he heard wrongly?

But it’s impossible. Who could hear such a loud sound wrong?

Just when Hagrid was about to go out and take another look, three figures appeared in front of him.

It was Harry, Ron and Hermione.

They seemed a little anxious at this time.

Seeing that it was Harry and the other three, Hagrid's guarded expression relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Welcome, kids."

"It's just that why did you come to me like this? It would be bad if you were caught."

"Oh I forgot Harry had the Invisibility Cloak."

Hagrid said with a smile as he looked at the three people who were still half of their bodies.

He was very happy that the three Harrys came to him, as for the school rules and so on.

Is that something he, a hybrid giant, should consider?

Besides, isn't it normal practice for Gryffindors not to follow school rules?

I believe that even if Harry and the others are discovered, Professor Dumbledore will not care too much.

After all, he is a Gryffindor too.

"Hagrid, we came to you because we want to ask you something." Hermione said anxiously. She felt that something was wrong, and something bad was about to happen, which made her a little impatient.

Hagrid glanced at Hermione in surprise, "You should go inside first. It's too cold outside, but it's warm inside. We can sit down and chat slowly."

"Okay, Hagrid." Harry agreed first. To be honest, it was indeed a bit cold after staying outside for a long time, so it was better to go inside the wooden house to warm up.

"Indeed, Hermione, you should consider Harry and me. It's too cold outside."

Watching Harry and Ron walk into the cabin first, Hermione opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but closed it again.

Because Hagrid was still standing aside, looking at her honestly.

She sighed, suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and walked into the cabin.

Hagrid scanned the area, and after finding no one there, he walked back to the cabin and closed the door.

"Would you like some rock biscuits, kids?" Hagrid took out his favorite biscuits and placed them in front of Harry.

"The hardness of this one is very good, crunchy and crispy."

Hermione looked at the irregular-shaped biscuits in front of Harry with complicated eyes, feeling confused.

Harry and Ron watched Hagrid put the biscuits in their hands, and the smiles on their faces froze, as if someone had cast the "Petrified All" spell and turned them into statues.

If they could really be turned into statues, Harry felt that he would not refuse, and Hermione and Ron must also be willing.

He put on a smile that didn't look so stiff, trying to reject Hagrid's "kindness".

But when he looked up, he saw Hagrid looking at him expectantly.

Under the intense gazes of Ron and Hermione, Harry put the rock biscuit in his mouth and took a bite.

Hearing a crunching sound, Harry felt like crying.

Haig's rock biscuits can help you regain your teeth in just one bite.

It's still the familiar recipe, it's still the familiar taste, it's still the rock cake that's so hard it can kill someone.

Harry opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and a tooth.

I glanced at the cake in my hand, it was still intact.

Harry silently put down the cake in his hand, his face full of despair.

Hermione swallowed as she saw Hagrid's eyes shift away and look at Ron and her.

Little Hermione, full of desire to survive, quickly spoke.

"Hagrid, we are here to ask for something from you."

"What's the matter? What kind of trouble are you in?"

Hagrid's attention was successfully diverted from his rock pie to what Hermione was saying.

"It's a little troublesome. Hagrid, you have been at Hogwarts for so many years, so you should know a lot of wizards."

"Yes, I have indeed known many wizards during my years at Hogwarts."

"They are all good wizards, very good."

A smile appeared on Hagrid's face as he recalled the many wizard friends he had had over the years at Hogwarts.

As he said, they are all good wizards.

There was a hint of joy in Hermione's eyes. She glanced at Harry and found that Harry was also very happy.

Perhaps the question that had been puzzling Hermione would be solved tonight.

"Hagrid." Hermione suppressed the excitement in her heart and said softly: "Then do you know a student named Lothar Kelid?"

"Lotha" Hagrid looked at the three people in front of him in confusion.

"Correct."

"do you know him"

Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at Hagrid seriously at this moment.

Hagrid was seen hanging his head, looking very puzzled.

"There hasn't been a student named Lothar Kelid in Hogwarts over the years."

"No way," Hermione cried out.

If there has not been a student named Lothar Kelid at Hogwarts over the years, then the name given to her in that diary is false.

But deep down in Hermione's heart, she still had some trust in that diary.

But this time, this trust was broken open by Hagrid himself.

So, who was the former owner of that diary?

Why would he hide his name from her?

Is that diary with its own wisdom planning something?