Chapter 631: Furious Harry
Hagrid was nowhere to be seen for the following week.
He didn’t appear at the staff table at mealtimes; they didn’t see him going about his gamekeeper duties on the grounds. Harry went to look for him several times, but he refused to show up, hiding in the cabin and all the curtains were closed.
After the start of the new term, Professor Grubbly-Plank replaced him to take the Care of Magical Creatures classes.
Professor Grubbly-Plank was an elderly witch with closely cropped gray hair and a very prominent chin.
In all fairness, compared with Hagrid, her teaching level was really much better, and she also knew how to choose the right magical creatures.
On the first day of the new semester, she showed a unicorn to the students in the third and fourth years, which was much better received than the skrewts.
Professor Grubbly-Plank told the students a lot about the unicorn, and some of the knowledge she shared even Evan didn’t know.
And there was the girls, who could touch the unicorn one by one and they were very excited.
In short, Professor Grubbly-Plank’s outstanding performance left a deep impression on all the young wizards.
She made everyone realize that it was so interesting to protect the magical creatures. They didn't need to continue to be discredited by Malfoy and the Slytherins. The only sympathy for Hagrid was rapidly disappearing, and it was hoped that Professor Grubbly-Plank would stay.
"That’s more what I thought Care of Magical Creatures would like … proper creatures like unicorns, not monsters," said Lavender at dinner, "I hope she stays..."
"What about Hagrid?" Harry asked angrily. Lavender had just been talking about how good Professor Grubbly-Plank was, which made him very angry.
"He could still be gamekeeper, can’t he?!" Lavender replied.
Noticing Harry's expression, Ron tugged at Lavender's robes and motioned to her to stop talking.
After the ball, Ron and Lavender's relationship did not end as Evan, Harry, and Hermione expected, but became better and better.
Ron even tried to integrate Lavender into their small circle, but from the current situation, it was very difficult!
They were not similar at all. There was a big difference in their personalities and views on things.
Whether it was Evan, Harry, Hermione, Colin, Ginny, or Gabrielle, they couldn’t talk to Lavender.
"No, we’ve got to find Hagrid," said Harry, putting down his knife and fork. "We’ll go now and tell him we want him back ... you do want him back?!"
He shot at Hermione, who had just praised Professor Grubbly-Plank and thought her class was very good.
“I … well, I’m not going to pretend it didn’t make a nice change, having a proper Care of Magical Creatures lesson for once … but I do want Hagrid back, of course I do!” Hermione added hastily, quailing under Harry’s furious stare.
Harry nodded. "Then it's settled. Let's all go and make sure he comes out to see us... "
"I won't go!" Lavender interjected, not noticing Harry's face. "I really don't understand why we must ask Hagrid back. Compared with Professor Grubbly-Plank, he’s not as qualified to be Professor of the Care of Magical Creatures."
Harry went straight away panting without refuting Lavender, but he was undoubtedly furious!
Evan and Hermione hurried after him. Ron hesitated and stayed to comfort Lavender.
She looked aggrieved, believing that she had said nothing wrong.
In fact, she was just telling the truth, not considering her feelings with Hagrid, but she seemed to have no friendship with him.
The ground was still covered with thick snow and ice. After leaving the castle, Harry walked with great strides, almost trotting all the way to Hagrid's cabin. Evan and Hermione struggled hard to catch up with him.
The last time Harry was so angry, he was facing Peter Pettigrew and learning of the truth about his parents’ death.
In his heart, Hagrid had always had a very important spot.
Lavender’s words and Ron’s failure to keep up with this incident made him very agitated.
He didn't listen to Evan and Hermione at all now. He just wanted to see Hagrid!
He wants to tell him personally that he didn’t care if he was a half-giant!
Five minutes later, they came to Hagrid's cabin and the curtains were still drawn.
Evan knocked at the door and could hear Fang’s booming barks inside.
"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry shouted, pounding on the door. "Open up!"
Hagrid didn’t answer. They could hear Fang scratching at the door, whining, but it didn’t open. They hammered on it for ten more minutes, but there was no response.
Evan looked inside through the gap of the curtain outside the window, and Hagrid was definitely inside.
It was just like when they came the previous times, he didn’t want to see them.
But Harry was not going to give up. He shouted for a while and saw Ron rushing from the castle, panting.
As soon as he had coaxed Lavender, he ran here, looking at Harry apologetically, apologizing and explaining what Lavender had just said.
Ron was able to come over, which made Harry feel a little better, and his agitation was not as pronounced as before.
As for what Lavender said, he did not take it to heart at all, from the beginning!
Harry went on pounding on the door, and Ron banged on one of the windows, but there was still no response.
"What’s he avoiding us for?" said Hermione. "He surely doesn’t think we’d care about him being half-giant?"
"Obviously, he cares!"
"Hagrid, that’s enough! We know you’re in there!" Harry shouted, taking out his wand directly. "Come out. Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! You can’t let that foul Skeeter woman do this to you!"
There was a red light at the tip of his wand and a loud bang. The door of Hagrid's cabin opened!
Hagrid was surprised to see the group break in. He was sitting by the fire, which was already out, with two bottles in front of him.
There were more empty wine bottles on the ground, and the air was reeking with the pungent smell of alcohol.
Hagrid looked a real mess. His face was blotchy, his eyes red and swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme where his hair was concerned; far from trying to make it behave, it now looked like a wig of tangled wire.
He was even still wearing the furry brown suit of the Yule Ball and didn't change it.
"Hi, Hagrid!" said Harry, and he walked in.
"Hello!" Hagrid looked up and said in a very hoarse voice.
Chapter 631: Furious Harry
Hagrid was nowhere to be seen for the following week.
He didn’t appear at the staff table at mealtimes; they didn’t see him going about his gamekeeper duties on the grounds. Harry went to look for him several times, but he refused to show up, hiding in the cabin and all the curtains were closed.
After the start of the new term, Professor Grubbly-Plank replaced him to take the Care of Magical Creatures classes.
Professor Grubbly-Plank was an elderly witch with closely cropped gray hair and a very prominent chin.
In all fairness, compared with Hagrid, her teaching level was really much better, and she also knew how to choose the right magical creatures.
On the first day of the new semester, she showed a unicorn to the students in the third and fourth years, which was much better received than the skrewts.
Professor Grubbly-Plank told the students a lot about the unicorn, and some of the knowledge she shared even Evan didn’t know.
And there was the girls, who could touch the unicorn one by one and they were very excited.
In short, Professor Grubbly-Plank’s outstanding performance left a deep impression on all the young wizards.
She made everyone realize that it was so interesting to protect the magical creatures. They didn't need to continue to be discredited by Malfoy and the Slytherins. The only sympathy for Hagrid was rapidly disappearing, and it was hoped that Professor Grubbly-Plank would stay.
"That’s more what I thought Care of Magical Creatures would like … proper creatures like unicorns, not monsters," said Lavender at dinner, "I hope she stays..."
"What about Hagrid?" Harry asked angrily. Lavender had just been talking about how good Professor Grubbly-Plank was, which made him very angry.
"He could still be gamekeeper, can’t he?!" Lavender replied.
Noticing Harry's expression, Ron tugged at Lavender's robes and motioned to her to stop talking.
After the ball, Ron and Lavender's relationship did not end as Evan, Harry, and Hermione expected, but became better and better.
Ron even tried to integrate Lavender into their small circle, but from the current situation, it was very difficult!
They were not similar at all. There was a big difference in their personalities and views on things.
Whether it was Evan, Harry, Hermione, Colin, Ginny, or Gabrielle, they couldn’t talk to Lavender.
"No, we’ve got to find Hagrid," said Harry, putting down his knife and fork. "We’ll go now and tell him we want him back ... you do want him back?!"
He shot at Hermione, who had just praised Professor Grubbly-Plank and thought her class was very good.
“I … well, I’m not going to pretend it didn’t make a nice change, having a proper Care of Magical Creatures lesson for once … but I do want Hagrid back, of course I do!” Hermione added hastily, quailing under Harry’s furious stare.
Harry nodded. "Then it's settled. Let's all go and make sure he comes out to see us... "
"I won't go!" Lavender interjected, not noticing Harry's face. "I really don't understand why we must ask Hagrid back. Compared with Professor Grubbly-Plank, he’s not as qualified to be Professor of the Care of Magical Creatures."
Harry went straight away panting without refuting Lavender, but he was undoubtedly furious!
Evan and Hermione hurried after him. Ron hesitated and stayed to comfort Lavender.
She looked aggrieved, believing that she had said nothing wrong.
In fact, she was just telling the truth, not considering her feelings with Hagrid, but she seemed to have no friendship with him.
The ground was still covered with thick snow and ice. After leaving the castle, Harry walked with great strides, almost trotting all the way to Hagrid's cabin. Evan and Hermione struggled hard to catch up with him.
The last time Harry was so angry, he was facing Peter Pettigrew and learning of the truth about his parents’ death.
In his heart, Hagrid had always had a very important spot.
Lavender’s words and Ron’s failure to keep up with this incident made him very agitated.
He didn't listen to Evan and Hermione at all now. He just wanted to see Hagrid!
He wants to tell him personally that he didn’t care if he was a half-giant!
Five minutes later, they came to Hagrid's cabin and the curtains were still drawn.
Evan knocked at the door and could hear Fang’s booming barks inside.
"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry shouted, pounding on the door. "Open up!"
Hagrid didn’t answer. They could hear Fang scratching at the door, whining, but it didn’t open. They hammered on it for ten more minutes, but there was no response.
Evan looked inside through the gap of the curtain outside the window, and Hagrid was definitely inside.
It was just like when they came the previous times, he didn’t want to see them.
But Harry was not going to give up. He shouted for a while and saw Ron rushing from the castle, panting.
As soon as he had coaxed Lavender, he ran here, looking at Harry apologetically, apologizing and explaining what Lavender had just said.
Ron was able to come over, which made Harry feel a little better, and his agitation was not as pronounced as before.
As for what Lavender said, he did not take it to heart at all, from the beginning!
Harry went on pounding on the door, and Ron banged on one of the windows, but there was still no response.
"What’s he avoiding us for?" said Hermione. "He surely doesn’t think we’d care about him being half-giant?"
"Obviously, he cares!"
"Hagrid, that’s enough! We know you’re in there!" Harry shouted, taking out his wand directly. "Come out. Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! You can’t let that foul Skeeter woman do this to you!"
There was a red light at the tip of his wand and a loud bang. The door of Hagrid's cabin opened!
Hagrid was surprised to see the group break in. He was sitting by the fire, which was already out, with two bottles in front of him.
There were more empty wine bottles on the ground, and the air was reeking with the pungent smell of alcohol.
Hagrid looked a real mess. His face was blotchy, his eyes red and swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme where his hair was concerned; far from trying to make it behave, it now looked like a wig of tangled wire.
He was even still wearing the furry brown suit of the Yule Ball and didn't change it.
"Hi, Hagrid!" said Harry, and he walked in.
"Hello!" Hagrid looked up and said in a very hoarse voice.
