Chapter 452

Harry and Ron happened to see Hagrid when they came to the door of Hagrid's cabin under the snow. But Hagrid, who was unusually tall, was coming this way carrying a pine tree taller than him.

In the forbidden forest behind him, Harry caught a glimpse of a frightening figure, which disappeared in the depths of the forest.

In the open space at the edge of the forbidden forest, there are several big pine trees leaning obliquely.

"Oh, boys -" as soon as Hagrid saw Harry and Ron, he waved his arm happily. The snow fell from the pine trees and made the snow thicker on the ground.

"Can I help you?" said Harry, trying to pull out his wand, but Hagrid stopped him immediately.

"No, don't..." Hagrid waved his hand again and again. "These pine trees can't be sent to the castle. They have to be dealt with! Don't worry, there's enough time!"

As he said, even the pine tree on his shoulder was put aside by him and came towards Harry and Ron empty handed.

"Don't stand outside, go in! Get warm inside..." Hagrid gently pushed Harry and Ron's back and led them back to the door of the hunting hut. "The door is unlocked. Just open it! I think I can have a rest first."

As soon as the wooden door opened, Hagrid's Hound teeth began to bark.

"Teeth, stop yelling!" Hagrid lowered his head and shouted inside from above Harry and Ron's heads. "Have you taught you all the songs these days?"

"Teach ya ya to sing?" Harry, who was walking in, stopped and said in amazement.

"Yes!"

When they all entered the door, Hagrid turned and closed the door, shaking his head with considerable regret.

"Aragok has learned two songs before, which can sing better than me..." Hagrid sighed, "Oh - I miss aragok."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw the helplessness on each other's faces.

The funeral of the big spider is now in their mind. Even the body is quite terrible. As for a big spider that can sing?

ok It sounds a little funny, but at best, it can only change from "terrible" to "disgusting"? It's a little better, but it's still not so easy to accept.

Only when they recalled that Hagrid cried like a tearful child on the day of the funeral, they couldn't help understanding Hagrid's feelings.

Ron went to take some wood from the woodpile and put it into the fireplace, while Harry cast a fire spell inside - they felt they should do something for Hagrid, even if it was just a small thing.

"Oh, by the way, Hagrid... What song do you want to teach ya ya?" Harry asked casually.

"Hmm..." speaking of this, Hagrid became interested again. "Of course it's a Christmas song! A mixed race taught me that it was written by Muggles. It's very famous! Do you want to hear it?"

"Oh, no... I mean, save it for Christmas Day!" Ron urged.

"Ha! That's right," Hagrid nodded happily. "I'll teach teeth well these two days. At that time, I want it to perform at the Christmas dinner... Well, I wish there were more children in Hogwarts this year for Christmas! Otherwise teeth would have to sing to professors! What a pity..."

"Really?" Harry shrugged at his words. "I'd love to stay with you - it's much better to spend Christmas here than to go back to Privet Drive!"

Then Hagrid quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, I just said that!" he said nervously. "You have to go back when you should. Don't listen to the nonsense I just said - you should spend Christmas with your relatives."

"Well... Family," Harry apparently disapproved, "yes, family!"

"... Harry," Ron patted him on the shoulder. "I was thinking maybe I could ask my parents - they'd welcome you to the burrow for a noisy Christmas!"

"Really?" Harry was refreshed in the twinkling of an eye. He asked again and again. "Really? I mean - that sounds great!"

Although he really wanted to see Sirius at the old black house - it was said that he had returned from the United States, the Weasleys would certainly return to their home for Christmas, so the two sides were staggered.

Moreover, it's hard to say whether he can be allowed to go to grimmer square this time! As the secret headquarters of the order of the Phoenix, there are always hidden dangers. It's not suitable for holidays.

Or

"Ron, do you think... Can you persuade your mother to invite Sirius too?" Harry suddenly turned his head and asked Ron with some expectation.

Ron shook his head in some embarrassment.

"I can try, but I don't think it's possible to succeed. If there's a reason, I think you understand - how much you want..."

As Ron said, it is not only because Sirius is still wanted, but also because Sirius seems to be recovering from injury and not suitable for movement.

As for Mrs. Weasley... Maybe she doesn't welcome Sirius to her house, because she doesn't get along well with Sirius. It's obvious that even Harry can see it at a glance.

But the thought that Sirius had to lie in bed feebly on Christmas Day made Harry feel very depressed.

"... but you should be able to look forward to Marca!" Ron suddenly comforted him. "Didn't Marca mention it? He said Sirius would be fine before Christmas!"

"Oh -" Hagrid whispered inexplicably as soon as he heard Marca's name. "Yes! I can let Marca take her teeth to you, and then you can listen to her sing Christmas songs!"

It seemed that nothing could stop Hagrid from thinking about it. Harry and Ron didn't try to stop it again, because they were afraid that Hagrid would have a hard time. They would go straight to the Burrow with their teeth and perform a terrible man dog duet for them.

After sitting with Hagrid for a little longer, they felt they couldn't stay any longer.

Because now Hagrid's mind is full of teaching teeth to sing. Maybe if they stay a little longer, they will have to be music teachers with Hagrid!

Harry was about to get up and go back to the castle for any reason. But before he could speak, there was a knock at the door of the hut.

"Hey! Is anyone here?"

A man's voice came in from outside the door. It sounded very energetic.

"Oh... Yes, yes, yes..." Hagrid answered, pulling his big ass out of the sofa. "Who is it? I don't have many guests here... I mean, apart from you..."

With the creaking sound of the wooden door, the cold wind outside suddenly poured in, and it was much colder in the cabin that was not easy to warm up a little.

"Oh, I said there must be someone - there's smoke in the chimney!" as soon as the door opened, a fat old man appeared in front of Hagrid. "Well... You must be ruber Hagrid! Mileva and I mentioned you, who used to be a game keeper and now holds the position of Professor of conservation and magical biology."

"You are..." Hagrid looked at the old man carefully and soon recognized him. "Mr. Slughorn? Why are you here? Come to Hogwarts to meet your old friend?"

"Well, of course, that's partly why," Slughorn said with a leisurely smile, stamping his foot and shaking the snow off his boots. "I think it's better for us to go in and talk - we can't keep the door open. It'll freeze your little guests!"

He spoke as if nothing had happened, as if he really cared about the feelings of Harry and Ron, but the fact was that he also wanted to warm the fire.

"Oh, you're right. Come in -"

Hagrid reluctantly closed his stomach, moved his huge body to the corner by the door and gave way to Slughorn. He himself closed the wooden door again after letting Slughorn in.

Slughorn went to the fireplace, first loosened his scarf, and then his eyes immediately shifted to Harry.

"Harry, we're seeing each other again!" he said, as if he and Harry were old friends. "How's it going? Although it's a little early, I wish you a merry Christmas!"

"Well," Harry nodded reluctantly, "you too."

Probably because he saw that Harry was a little indifferent, Slughorn was a lot more cautious this time. Instead of staring at Harry, he looked around the hut again.

"This..." he seemed to see something, and his eyes suddenly brightened. "Hagrid, isn't this... Unicorn hair?"

"Oh, indeed, that's the hair on their tails..." Hagrid nodded carelessly. "There are often some in the forest. They seem to lose their hair regularly - they can be picked up on the branches or on the ground."

"My dear friend," Slughorn tried to suppress his excitement, "they look so beautiful!"

"It's beautiful, but it's more useful -" Hagrid shrugged his shoulders. "If an animal is injured, it can be used as a bandage. It's very strong! And it has a little effect on the recovery of the injury."

"Oh, that's --"

Seeing that Hagrid didn't seem to be fully aware of the value of this thing, Slughorn secretly had fun. He was trying to beat around the Bush to get them, but Hagrid shook his head again.

"I know what you want to say -" Hagrid spread his hands. "Maka also told me that it's too wasteful to use them directly as bandages... So he occasionally takes them to make some magic drugs to cure wounds and evil spirits. Let alone, they are really effective!"

"Damn it, that boy took the lead again!" Slughorn couldn't help feeling angry.