"What's its name?" Albert stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, then reached out and gently rubbed the hound's head.
"Fang," Hagrid answered instinctively.
"Fang? That name really takes away from a big dog's presence. How about Spike?" Albert casually gave Fang a new name.
"I think Fang is a pretty good name." Hagrid stopped cleaning the moleskin and shook his head, declining Albert's kind offer.
"I'm Albert Anderson. Are you a Hogwarts professor too?" Albert asked, though he already knew the answer.
"No, I'm the Keeper of Keys and Grounds," Hagrid said, shaking his head again.
"Does the grounds mean those woods over there?" Albert raised a hand and pointed toward the Forbidden Forest. Without waiting for Hagrid's answer, he continued, "I heard there are werewolves in the woods. Is that true?"
"Are you a Ravenclaw student?" Hagrid asked uncertainly.
Albert glanced sideways at the three people behind him who were snickering and answered, "No, we're all Gryffindor students."
"Oh, Gryffindor students." Hagrid suddenly turned serious. "I won't let you into the woods..."
"Ahem, Albert, how did you know the dog would let you rub its head? It seemed pretty fierce just now," George quickly said, changing the subject.
The three of them gathered around and began rubbing Fang's head.
"Instinct, I suppose. I have a cat myself, I just didn't bring it to school." Albert casually made up an excuse. "By the way, Mr. Keeper of Keys and Grounds, you wouldn't mind if I took a photo of you someday, would you?"
"You can call me Hagrid." Hagrid did not refuse. He had merely been reminded of some old memories.
"Mm, Mr. Hagrid. All right, Hagrid..." Albert quietly shortened the distance between them.
"What do you want a photo for?" Hagrid asked.
"I want my family