HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

It wasn't that Hagrid feared Voldemort.

It was that Voldemort had put a curse on his own name. Once someone said the name "Voldemort," Voldemort might be able to detect it.

Even though everyone now thought Voldemort was dead, not saying his name had become a consensus.

But Hagrid was a half-giant. His magic resistance was formidable.

Finally, he broke through his own psychological barrier and said the name: "Voldemort."

Then, Hagrid told Harry the general story of how Voldemort and the Death Eaters killed his parents.

Vernon and Petunia listened with their hearts in their throats. Petunia was even covering her mouth, her face streaked with tears.

Now that she had reconciled with Lily in her heart and officially accepted Harry, hearing the story of how Lily had bravely sacrificed herself to protect Harry and create a miracle, the emotions she had suppressed for more than a decade finally burst forth.

Even Vernon's eyes turned red, pained for his wife.

Of course, even now, Vernon couldn't possibly feel any fondness for that fellow, Harry's father.

"That's the reason for the lightning-shaped scar on your forehead. You are the only one who survived that curse, which is why you became the Boy-Who-Lived, as everyone calls you."

Harry reached up and touched the scar on his forehead. He didn't feel the grief he had imagined.

Because he had no real memories of his parents, and now he had his own family.

Compared to that, he was more concerned about the person who had killed his parents.

"So what about Voldemort? Is he dead? Will he come back to kill me?"

"Many people say he's dead. The Ministry of Magic says so too."

Hagrid then showed a disdainful expression. "But I think he's still alive. Voldemort is not so easily killed."

"If he were really dead, Dumbledore wouldn't have had you live at your... your sister's house. We could have adopted and taken care of you."

Seeing the strange looks from Vernon and Petunia, Hagrid knew he had almost misspoken again.

After spending the day together, he had understood that the most important people in Harry's heart now were the Dursleys.

He was, at best, a friend. To slander Harry's family as a friend, the result would naturally be him being disliked.

Hagrid could understand that much.

So Hagrid quickly said, "After all, you're a wizard. Living with us would have given you a more suitable childhood."

There was nothing wrong with that statement. Even Vernon nodded subconsciously.

Harry's magical outbursts had caused him a lot of trouble. If Harry had grown up in the magical world, he could have learned to control his magic from a young age.

"As for when he'll come back... maybe soon, or maybe never."

"But Harry, you are the one who defeated him. So don't be surprised by your fame in the future."

Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder heavily, giving him a sense of honor and courage.

Hagrid had originally intended to use this to boost Harry's confidence, but now, because Harry's situation had changed, these words served as a simple reminder to be careful.

But that was fine too. At least Hagrid felt he had completed his task.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

"You're welcome, Harry. After school starts, you can come find me in my hut by the Forbidden Forest. I'm there every day."

Hagrid gave Harry a heartfelt hug, although it was a bit awkward given his size.

As for Dolly, it was just a polite handshake, though Dolly could only grasp two of his fingers.

"He's a pretty good person, isn't he?"

After Hagrid left, Harry instinctively spoke well of him.

He could see that Dolly and Hagrid were still far from being friends.

Dolly shrugged. "He is indeed friendly and kind. It's just that he is destined not to be an ordinary human, so getting along with him will be a bit difficult."

Dolly still chose to remain neutral.

After all, she didn't want to go to Hagrid's hut in the future to help him clean up Blast-Ended Skrewts. That kind of thing was better left to the thick-skinned Harry and Ron.

As for the time Hagrid's pet Acromantula almost killed Harry, Dolly hadn't even mentioned it yet. After all, in this timeline, such a thing might not happen.

"Not an ordinary human?"

Harry didn't quite understand, but a voice came from a distance.

"I believe he must have giant's blood. I just saw that section when I was flipping through the textbook Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

The speaker had a head of bushy hair but spoke in an overbearing tone, which made Harry immediately frown.

But when Dolly saw the person, her eyes lit up.

How could it be Hermione?

In Dolly's memory, Harry hadn't met Hermione in Diagon Alley... oh, right, today wasn't July 31st.

In the original book, Hagrid had taken Harry to Diagon Alley on Harry's birthday, and they had met the villain of the first book, Professor Quirrell, in the pub.

This time, Dolly's group hadn't met Professor Quirrell, but had met Hermione instead. Wasn't that just as reasonable?

"Who are you? Do we know you?" Harry asked, his tone a bit unfriendly.

After all, Hermione's tone was too proud, and she was talking about his first friend outside of his family, Hagrid.

"I'm just stating a fact. His height is clearly not that of an ordinary person."

Hermione also raised an eyebrow, not backing down at all because of Harry's tone.

After all, she wasn't here to find Harry.

She turned and came to Dolly's side, extending her hand.

"I thought you had left... Let me introduce myself. I'm Hermione Granger, a new Hogwarts student from a Muggle family, just like you."

"I hope we can get to know each other and become friends."

Harry muttered from the side, "I've never seen someone make friends like that."

He really couldn't stand Hermione's current state. After all, he was something of a slacker in Muggle school; this was the instinctive repulsion between different species.

Dolly, however, was still immersed in her pleasant surprise. She couldn't figure out for a moment why Hermione had sought her out.

After all, Dolly couldn't have guessed that it was her first friend across generations, Ollivander, who had acted as a matchmaker.

"What, you're not willing?"

Hermione's raised eyebrow was starting to falter. It was clear that this proud facade was easily broken.

But Dolly didn't want to embarrass Hermione. Instead, she wanted to know what it felt like to touch Hermione's face.

Is it the same as my own?

Seeing the expression on Hermione's face about to crumble, the girl on the verge of defeat, Dolly finally smiled sweetly and spoke.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to be friends, but have you prepared a gift?"

"...A gift?"

"Otherwise, if you suddenly rush up to me to be friends, how would I know your sincerity?"

"What if you're a fraud, or just playing a joke?"

Hermione was at a loss for a moment. She hadn't prepared any such thing as a gift.

And you had to give someone a gift first to be friends? She had never heard of such a rule.

"Here, this is my gift to you."

With that, Dolly shoved Crookshanks, who still had a shrimp in his mouth, into Hermione's arms.

Both the girl and the cat were stunned for a moment.

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