allendalepharm Chapter 100 Hagrid’s Hut
Chapter 100 Hagrid’s Hut
Chapter 100 Hagrid’s Hut
"Ah, welcome, welcome!" Hagrid opened the door and said with a hint of surprise when he saw Roy and Luna standing there, "You're up so early already?"
"It's already ten o'clock," Roy said, rubbing her hands together as she looked at the sun in the sky. Seeing her gesture, Hagrid paused for a moment, then quickly said, "Come in, come in! It must be cold outside!"
"It's alright, Mr. Hagrid." Luna smiled gently and skipped into Hagrid's hut.
Seeing how familiar she was with him, Roy was a little surprised.
So Miss Lovegood and Hagrid got along quite well?
Thinking this, she shook the snow off her hood and shoulders, and then stepped into the cabin.
Hagrid's cabin was quite warm, with a roaring fire in the fireplace. However, as soon as Roy sat down, she felt a bit stuffy and had to take off her hood and mask.
Anyway, no one usually comes to Hagrid's house.
"You've come at the perfect time," Hagrid said, pouring them both cups of hot tea from the kettle. "I just made some fresh pastries."
"That's exactly why we came," Luna said, taking the hot tea. "We heard your rock-skin cakes are delicious."
"Really?" Hagrid looked at Luna with delight. "Wait a moment, I'll get it for you now."
Is Hagrid really that capable? Roy was quite surprised to see him so busy.
It's surprising that he can make desserts; it doesn't seem to suit his appearance at all, and he even makes them very delicious. Loira watched with some anticipation as Hagrid brought over a plate with several dark brown flatbreads on it.
Hmm—it doesn't look very appetizing. Loira's lips twitched slightly, then she looked at Luna.
Is this what you mean by being good at making desserts?
As if Luna already knew, she reached out and picked up a piece of rock-skin cake without the slightest hesitation.
"Kach!"
"Bang.—Bang—"
Ah, don't get me wrong, that's not someone knocking on the door, that's Luna chewing on a rock cake.
Listening to the strange noises coming from her mouth and seeing how Luna was chewing with some difficulty, Roy realized something was wrong.
"Would you like to try some, Professor Hamilton?"
"Ah—" Loira looked at Hagrid somewhat awkwardly, scratching her ear as she reached out, unsure how to respond.
If I refuse, Hagrid will be unhappy, right? But if I refuse—will I even survive? "Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah!"
Miss Lovegood, would you please finish eating before you speak?
"Give it a try, Professor Hamilton," Hagrid invited again. "Harry, Ron, and Hermione—oh, that is, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger—have already eaten there."
"They all thought it tasted good."
"Well, I also agree with Tahm Kench," Luna said somewhat awkwardly from the side. "Tahm Kench has a point."
So it was the three of you. Roy stared at the rock-skin cake in front of him with some difficulty, but under Hagrid's expectant gaze, he had no choice but to reach out and pick up a piece.
Just holding it feels like holding a rock. Is this thing really edible?
Loira brought the rock cake to her lips, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you so much for the treat!"
"Click."
Roy swore she would never eat Hagrid's pastries again, especially the rock cakes.
"By the way, Professor Hamilton," Hagrid asked, sitting on the sofa after finishing his rock cake, as if remembering something, "I heard from Hermione that you're learning Parseltongue?"
"Ah—yes, that's how it is." Loira covered her cheek and whispered, "I've been watching Parseltongue lately."
"Do you keep a snake as a pet?" Hagrid asked casually. "I even tried to learn dog language when I had Tooth."
"That's a bit difficult."
"No—no," Loira shook her head and said, "I recently—recently obtained a magic circle."
"It was written in Parseltongue."
"Oh, I see." Hagrid scratched his head and said, "I thought Professor Hamilton was interested in snakes."
"Ah—no, not at all." Loira didn't want Hagrid to know that there was a basilisk in the book she was holding; if Hagrid found out, the whole of Hogwarts would probably know.
However, Hagrid's words reminded her.
How do we deal with the basilisk in the book? Roy can't just leave it in the book forever, can he?
This is actually a solution, since the basilisk needs to eat. If we don't feed it, it will probably starve to death.
I just don't know how many years it will take, but it probably won't be a short time.
Instead of doing that, we should think of a way to get rid of the basilisk.
Perhaps Hagrid has a way?
After thinking for a moment, and after Luna and Hagrid finished their conversation, Roy coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Um, Hagrid, I have something I'd like to ask you."
"What is it?" Hagrid paused for a moment, then asked with some curiosity, "I know nothing about spells or anything like that, Professor Hamilton."
"It's not a curse—it's—it's an animal," Loira said after thinking for a moment. "I read a book before—I read a book before."
"It's Newt Saga: Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach, inside—"
"Wait a minute," Hagrid said, as if suddenly realizing something, "What book did you say you read?"
"Fantastic Beasts—in the stomach?" Roy was stunned. She looked up, her blue eyes filled with confusion as she stared at Hagrid.
"Hahahahahaha." Hagrid suddenly burst into laughter upon hearing this, and Luna also slightly curled the corners of her mouth.
"Is there a problem?" Roy was even more puzzled. Hagrid's sudden laughter startled her, and she shrank back and buried herself in the sofa.
Could it be that Hagrid and Newt don't get along?
"Professor Hamilton—you're really good at joking!"
I'm not kidding! Who's kidding?! Loira felt like she was about to get a new PTSD, a new PTSD after Deng—that person's PTSD.
That was Hagrid's "joke".
I wasn't joking!
Roy bit his lip in dissatisfaction, then kept poking at the sofa under his butt with his finger. "I'm going to dig a hole in this!"
"Ah—I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hagrid seemed to have finished laughing before shaking his head and saying, "Professor Hamilton is talking about the book *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*, right?"
"Huh?" Roy's hand, which was tapping the sofa, suddenly stopped, and then she blushed as if she suddenly realized something.
So that's what the book was called?!
I've been muttering to myself like this for months, and I've even been thinking this to myself all along. Luckily, no one knows what I'm thinking. Otherwise, this wouldn't be right! It's already embarrassing enough as it is!
Loira felt like she was going to faint—but thankfully, Miss Lovegood spoke up.
She looked at Roy's flushed, pointed ears and asked, "What does Roy want to ask?"
"Ah—yes, this is the important thing—" Roy muttered to himself, trying to calm himself down and stop thinking about "where" or "in his stomach."
"I—I saw it in that book—I saw the basilisk," Loira said, pursing her lips and glancing at Hagrid. "I looked up there. The spells up there don't work on it—"
"Hagrid—you—have you heard of him?"