Chapter 533

The day after Halloween.

There were always some rumors in Hogwarts, especially Hagrid; there was no magic in the world that could make him keep his mouth shut.

So when the first ray of morning sunlight fell on the Great Hall, Hagrid let it slip again.

"Hagrid? Is this going to?"

At the head table, Professor Marcus Maige narrowed her eyes; Hagrid was indeed a bit too happy right now.

He was holding a big pumpkin, and inside that pumpkin belly was steaming pumpkin juice, mixed with some soft oatmeal and unknown fruit pulp.

His chubby body filled the entire seat, and when he stood up beaming with joy, the entire tabletop shook uncontrollably.

"Ah, dear Professor Marcus Maige, yes, I have to go and throw a party for my little heroes.

You don't know, oh, you can't imagine, since the first year, dear Green has always..."

As he spoke, something crystal clear stuck to his beard.

"Oh, is that so?"

Professor Marcus Maige's kind smile slowly disappeared, her blue eyes staring at Hagrid, and she asked gently.

"Little Green of course likes pumpkin juice the most... I have to go, Professor Marcus Maige, it will be cold if the wind blows later."

Hagrid seemed to have sensed something; at this moment, he only knew one thing: run fast.

The Great Hall was decorated with hundreds of pumpkins with lit candles, a large group of live bats flying around, and many orange banners with flames, which floated lazily on the ceiling that was brewing a storm like colorful water snakes.

Hagrid wiped his beard and strode away in a panic.

At the head table, Buliduo held his cup happily, watching Minerva Marcus Maige become a bit irritable again; she clearly associated something:

"The truth, when spoken from different people's mouths, always has vastly different effects."

He turned his head to look at Professor Sineipu, who had already left the table in anger.

At this moment, his smile became even brighter.

Early in the morning, the weather was cold and gloomy, with a biting wind, and a group of little wizards walked down the grassy slope towards Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with sporadic raindrops falling on their faces.

The weather was not very good, but everyone was full of enthusiasm.

"Hagrid will have extra pumpkins for me to decorate the cabin, right?"

Jia Siting was saying gently.

"If you had seen that large pumpkin field..."

Luo En responded enthusiastically.

When they walked to only about twenty steps away from Hagrid's hut, the door suddenly opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who stepped out, but Gilderoy Luohate, who was wearing the lightest lavender robe today.

"Hide quickly."

Harry said hurriedly, pulling Xiang Xien, who was reading, to hide behind the nearest bush.

After Xiang Xien was pulled away, Jia Siting, who was dumbfounded, Xiang Hemin and Luo En, who were helpless, and Nawei, who was in a panic, all followed and hid.

"If you know how, it's very simple to do!"

Luohate was speaking loudly to Hagrid,

"If you need any help, just come to me, you know where I am! I will give you a book I wrote—I'm surprised you don't have one yet.

I'll sign it and send it over tonight. Alright, goodbye!"

He strode towards the castle.

Hagrid was holding that big pumpkin in his arms, almost furious enough to smash it on Luohate's head.

But later, remembering that this was for Xiang Xien, he put it down dejectedly.

Only Xiang Hemin, with her cheeks puffed out, cast a spell when Luohate walked down the lawn, and Luohate rolled down the lawn.

"I'm surprised you don't look where you're walking, oh my, Professor, be careful—be careful not to finish a year before—"

Hagrid held the pumpkin and laughed loudly.

"Well done, I mean, Xiang Hemin, that's great!"

Luo En admired Xiang Hemin for the first time; he suddenly remembered that a year ago, Xiang Hemin was still a firm supporter of school rules.

At this moment, she already dared to cast spells on professors; she really should have been sorted into Gryffindor, the "Headless Sorting Hat" really had skills.

"Hagrid—what is not finishing a year?"

After Luohate rolled away, Harry asked impatiently.

He didn't want the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to always be Professor Luohate.

Even if he wasn't Fudimo's henchman, this just proved: he was a complete fool!

"Harry! Xiang Xien! Everyone is here, I've been muttering about when you would come to see me—come in, come in—"

Hagrid beamed even more.

As soon as he entered the house, he was busy making tea for them. His large hound, Fang, rushed directly to Xiang Xien's side and couldn't be driven away.

"Luohate, I mean, he was the only one who applied.

It's very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now; people don't really want to do it, thinking this job is unlucky. None of them last long."

Hagrid said while placing the big pumpkin on the tabletop, with the opening facing a certain little wizard whose eyes were changing slightly.

When Xiang Xien was eating, Harry and the others were asking Hagrid about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a big problem."

I remember a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor whose potion exploded while brewing it himself, and he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries;

There was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who tried to cast dark magic on students and was caught and sent to Azkaban;

There was also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who tried to study some kind of evil magic ritual and was finally sent away by Headmaster Buliduo himself.

This position is a 'well-known problem' at Hogwarts."

Hagrid recalled.

Everyone's attention was attracted.

"If only they would catch Luohate and send him to Azkaban too."

Luo En said hatefully.

"Azkaban?"

Harry hadn't digested the joy of Luohate being in big trouble yet, and asked curiously.

"Azkaban is an official fortress used to imprison wizard criminals. It was built in the 15th century and has been the British wizard prison since 1718."

Xiang Hemin explained while drinking the sweet pumpkin juice.

"If Luohate is a fool, then where did his stories come from?"

Jia Siting raised a question.

This question made Xiang Hemin's face change.

For the rest of the time, the little wizards were studying—where did Luohate steal the stories from?

And why were these stories so real?

Hagrid brought out some snacks again, and the candies inside were extremely rich; Xiang Xien recognized that there were also some treacle toffees.

Amidst the noise, Xiang Xien looked at the opening poster of the Green Bookstore and didn't participate in the discussion. He was just thinking about how Luohate would be driven out of Hogwarts after the basilisk was solved?

Was Fudimo's curse still strong?

As for Azkaban, for Ravenclaw, some of them would be fed and housed inside, while others were committed to sending the former part in.

"Harry,"

Hagrid said as if he suddenly thought of something,

"I have to settle accounts with you. I heard you gave out signed photos, why didn't I get one?"

Harry was furious and tried hard to open his stuck mouth.