"Is it because of the Giant's bloodline?" Harry frowned. "But why would Dumbledore hide this secret, Giant— "
He meant that a normal wizard wouldn't be interested in Giant.
But then he suddenly remembered the many humanoid races that had appeared in this world.
To avoid being with the witch, the wizard went to great lengths, eventually even choosing a dragon as his partner.
Giant, being humanoid beings that differ from humans only in height and size, are undoubtedly the best choice besides vampires.
Therefore, there are quite a few people in this world who choose to become Giant.
The number of Half-blood Giant should also be...
Hagrid ignored Harry's words and, touched on a sore spot, began to sob.
"Warlocks and Giant rarely have offspring. They can have children with vampires or even dragons, but not with Giant."
As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a photograph.
Harry looked up and saw a short wizard with eyes just like Hagrid's, dark and narrowed into slits. He was holding a huge baby that was half his height and laughing happily.
Judging from the wardrobe next to him, the newborn Hagrid was nearly three feet tall.
"This photo was taken shortly after I was born," Hagrid said hoarsely. "My father was overjoyed. He had thought my mother had just gained weight, since Giant rarely have male wizard offspring. But my mother still ran away. Giant prefer big children, and she was very unhappy with someone as short as me."
"As a single male wizard, my father raised me by selling himself."
"In this environment, I discovered very early on that I did not have the same impulses towards witches as I did towards other male witches."
"My dad kept this secret until he died—when I was in second grade."
(Hagrid angrily said, "How could I be like this in this world? Why don't you mention that I got into school with Dumbledore's help?")
(Dumbledore reassured him, "Male wizards are scarce in this world; you don't need my help at all.")
"But when I was expelled from my third year, my secret was discovered by Dumbledore."
"She told me to claim that I just had a large frame and that I was cursed with a vicious Engorgement Charm when I was a child."
"In exchange for keeping my secret, she helped me find a job as a hunting ground guard."
(Hagrid puffed up like an angry pufferfish. "Lies! All lies! Dumbledore helped me unconditionally. He has always been a great man! He trusts others and always gives them a second chance. Anyone with talent, Dumbledore will accept them to study at Hogwarts.")
("They don't care about his background or bloodline at all.")
(Even Maxime couldn't calm him down until Dumbledore appeared beside him, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Alright, that wasn't me.")
(Hagrid's emotions finally calmed down.)
(Now, Professor McGonagall finally understood why Hagrid was entrusted with the task of taking baby Harry to Privet Drive and protecting the Philosopher's Stone; his loyalty to Dumbledore was as unwavering as an iron wall.)
Harry was unaware of Hagrid's situation in the other world.
His concerns were completely different, and he was somewhat indignant, "Expelled from third grade? Because of Voldemort?"
He had thought that Voldemort in this world was a good person.
Out of habit, he subconsciously assumed it was because of Voldemort, so he subconsciously used Riddle's unwanted nickname from this world to refer to him.
Instead of calling him Riddle or the Demon Man as before.
"It has nothing to do with him." Hagrid sobbed. "They found out I was raising Acromantula. Plus, I had a history of running into the Forbidden Forest to fight Troll and keeping Werewolf pups under my bed, so I got fired."
Harry's indignant expression froze. So even without Voldemort, Hagrid's actions were enough to get him fired.
(Voldemort snorted coldly; he did have some goodwill towards this junior.)
(Hagrid was chosen as a scapegoat because, given Hagrid's personality, he would eventually be exposed and expelled, so it was better to make use of him and keep Hogwarts running.)
(Do you really think he got the hunting grounds keeper solely because of Dumbledore's help, or because the then-headmaster— Armando Dippet— knew Hagrid was framed?)
"You'll find out after that. Dumbledore found me then and discovered my secret—because I could speak normally in front of her."
"Just because of that?" Harry gasped.
Dumbledore already so incredibly charismatic back then?
He also thought that Dumbledore was like this because of his old age and the accumulation of years.
"Yes," Hagrid nodded, "Very few people can do that. Even Professor Slughorn and Riddle sometimes lose their composure and stutter in her presence."
(Voldemort felt only relief; if he had acted this way in front of Dumbledore, it would have been the ultimate insult.)
(Slughorn, eating jackfruit and counting the gifts his students had given him, breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the only good news lately; in this world, I am a warlock.")
"After I came of age," Hagrid said, his expression darkening, "She had people tested me and finally determined that my magic could not be absorbed by witches."
(Hagrid: Ah, even though I smoke, drink, and go to bars, I'm still a virgin.)
"Tested?" Harry felt like his head had exploded.
Is this test legitimate?
Seeing the single tear that slid down Hagrid's cheek, Harry got his answer.
This test will certainly not stop at mere words; it will involve a deeper level of interaction.
"He came to me, hoping to find the answer in me, but I didn't tell him in the end," Hagrid said regretfully, burying his face in his large palms. "If I had told him, would he have been less radical, and would the wizard's situation be different now?"
Seeing Hagrid's reaction, Harry's lips twitched, but he ultimately suppressed his curiosity and asked who the witch who had conducted the test was.
Just as he was preparing to wait for Hagrid to calm down and take him back to the lounge, a voice rang out.
"Harry, I'm coming out now."
"Mom?" Harry was surprised, not having time to mutter his usual complaints about his mother's childish way of speaking, and that he wasn't talking to Snape.
However, what emerged from Harry's body was not Lily's projection, nor the Magic Immortal Artifact Shield, but a swift light.
The light struck Hagrid, who was lost in his own world, and his black eyes, which were constantly streaming with tears, suddenly lost focus.
Then, Lily emerged from Harry's body.
(It all happened so fast that only Snape, who reacted quickly to Lily, had time to call out, "Lily.")
("This is..." Dumbledore deduced from the color of the light and the scattering waveform that this was not a single spell, but a mixture of multiple mental spells, probably intended to make the surface personality sink deeper, allowing the subconscious to take control of the body.)
(Having spent several months by Voldemort's side, Barty Crouch Jr. was already a top student, could roughly see through it all. "Fancy and superficial.")
(In his view, this was merely showing off; a simple the Killing Curse could have easily solved the problem.)
(Voldemort sighed, "Smart, you haven't forgotten we're live-streaming.")
(However, he believes the most ingenious aspect is the structure and combination of this hybrid spell—bold and ingenious. If the Killing Curse is meant to control others, it easily triggers the victim's instinctive resistance. This hybrid spell merely puts the victim into a deep sleep, more like a blessing, causing the victim's weary body Mind Stone to subconsciously accept it. The side effect is that the victim becomes someone who answers every question without lying.)
"Harry, don't speak, communicate in your mind as usual." Lily's lips were tightly closed, and her voice echoed in Harry's mind.
"Yes."
(To all the viewers in the Wizarding World, it was just one glare from Lily that shut Harry up and made him nod inexplicably.)
"I've been thinking about how to help you with your task, and just now, I remembered the story you told me—your story from first grade."
"What?"
"Do you remember how you protected the Philosopher's Stone?"
"To steal the Philosopher's Stone with Ron and Hermione."
"Yes, that makes sense. Since the enemy's target is the Sorting Hat, we should steal it first and protect it."
"Right!"
"As long as the core exists, even if the Sorting Hat is destroyed, the ideas of the Four Founders will still reside in the Sorting Hat, and there will be a day when it is restored."
"What does this have to do with Hagrid?"
"While we Heroic Spirits can leave our bodies and use magic in this world, we are also confined to your surroundings. That's why I didn't stop Krum from volunteering to gather information. So—"
"So?"
"So obtaining the Sorting Hat depends on yourselves. And among the four of you, only Krum has an alibi, unlike Dumbledore who obtained the Sorting Hat through Defense Against Magic. And today I have discovered the key that allows you to do the same."
"What do you mean?"
"The Demiguise. In its monkey form, it is small and even I cannot sense its presence in this state."
"You can't do it either?" Harry was shocked.
After exchanging for [Magical Power Refinement], even his mother's perception was no match for his after being modified by [The Road].
But the next second, doubts welled up in my mind again.
"Create it into Summoning Card and then command it? Perhaps concealing itself would be enough, but breaking through traps without alerting others?"
"Have you forgotten the Red Magic Fairy?"
"Mom, what do you mean?!"
"The magic of spiritification is something that the Magical Creature of this world cannot resist; you only need to reveal your spell card."
Is that so?
"The Demiguise's ability to hide was something I had never seen before, and it was also something we needed. At that time, I could also guide you on how to bypass the traps without alerting them. If it weren't for Voldemort, I might have become the Curse-Breaker."
(Unbeknownst to Snape, Lily, who had previously said she wanted to become Potions researcher, had changed her mind and said she wanted to become Curse-Breaker.)
(He only saw Lily float in front of Hagrid after a moment of silence, her lips slightly parted.)
"Where is that Demiguise? Point it out to me."
"I just took it back to the cave, next to the yew tree." Hagrid raised his right hand and pointed southeast.
"We should get going," Lily said. "He'll probably wake up in about thirty minutes."
Then she re-entered Harry's body.
(Dumbledore frowned; judging by his stance, he was a supporter of Phoebe.)
(And Lily was clearly planning to do something to the Demiguise, for Harry's sake.)
(Having no actual contact with the Demiguise while looking through the screen, he couldn't immediately guess Lily's thoughts.)
Without wands or spells, Harry, who had integrated Magic Immortal Artifact into his body, didn't need these things at all.
The power of the Disillusionment Charm enveloped his entire body. With the help of his high-quality magic and the concealment of his thoughts at this moment, his figure not only blended into the surrounding colors but also changed with his movements.
At the same time, the sound of his movement, his heartbeat, temperature, and Magic Field all subsided to almost nothing.
Harry sprinted in the direction Hagrid pointed, his modified body allowing him to move at superhuman speeds, using seemingly impossible places as footholds—leaves, puddles, and drooping branches.
Until its entire body defied gravity, it was dragged by the spirit within its body and flew at high speed, dodging the dense canopy and thick tree trunks, before suddenly appearing before the Diricawl.
Finally, we stopped in front of a patch of bare rock.
The grayish-white rock cracked open, forming a natural cave.
The yew tree with its branches stretching out from the brown soil not far away indicated that he had found his destination.
The Disillusionment Charm faded, and Harry materialized out of thin air.
Under the sunlight, her fair skin showed no signs of flushing or sweat from exercise.
(Ron, like a drowning dog, shakes his head. "Finally, it's stopped.")
(The bizarre and dazzling images that flashed by as Harry sped forward had truly made him dizzy.)
(Basil sighed, "Daniel Harry finally looks like he did in his first year, and he hasn't fallen into a slump in his looks. Even I, as a viewer, find him pleasing to the eye.")
Harry stretched out his right hand, and a spell card— Summoning Card —flashing with blue arcs of electricity appeared in his palm.
This time, he inexplicably sensed something moving forward.
The way that thing moved forward was even more concealed than before, as if it were a ghost that had completely vanished from the world.
However, its aura automatically manifested and began to connect with the Summoning Card in his hand.
Bang!
The air exploded out of nowhere.
The patterns on the surface of the spell card began to become more complex, constantly being outlined.
A feeling of being filled began to emerge, and a vague consciousness began to touch him.
"It worked!" Harry smirked.
The surface of the spell card was crackling with electricity. It had changed drastically, as if it were formed from invisible air, and could not be detected by the naked eye.
Make a fist with your right hand.
The Demiguise's Summoning Card was retrieved into his body, and a blank Summoning Card simultaneously solidified in his mind.
'If they're all like the Demiguise, then I can create about 30 more Summoning Card,' Harry estimated in his mind.
The Unseen Monster in the Summoning Card let out a cheerful howl.
"Harry, just as I estimated, your fairy-like magic is gradually infecting it. Once its magic becomes truly chaotic, like the Magical Creatures in the Magic Immortal World, you will be able to successfully master its [True Form]."
Inside the Potter mansion in Harry's mind, a red-haired young woman is stroking a snow-white creature that resembles an ape, a bear, a cat, and a dog.