On this day, those who had regrettably missed last year's World Cup Quidditch match were finally fortunate enough to witness once more that sun which ruled the earth descend upon the mortal world again!
The temperature in the air rose rapidly at a rate the body could clearly feel.
The puddles accumulated on the ground swiftly dried beneath the scorching heat, and even the moisture in the air was evaporated away.
For a moment, everyone on the battlefield felt as if they were standing in a desert beneath a blazing sun!
"Professor Breen!"
Without a second thought, Harry immediately recognized the blurry dark figure within the slowly rising golden sun. His fingertips trembled with excitement as he called out instinctively.
"Harry?!"
The familiar voice instantly snapped Hagrid out of his stunned daze. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blazing light and searched around.
It did not take Hagrid long to spot that familiar, slight figure.
The moment the name left his mouth, Hagrid immediately clamped his mouth shut in alarm.
Diagon Alley was no longer a safe, bustling shopping street. If the Death Eaters or Voldemort noticed him, Harry's life would be in danger!
Shocked and furious, Hagrid charged over without another word. Fortunately, everyone's attention was fixed on the phenomenon in the sky, and few noticed him.
"What are you doing here, Harry!"
Turning Harry around, Hagrid looked into those emerald-green eyes, now wary at being abruptly disturbed. He suppressed his voice and ground out through clenched teeth,
"Oh, how could you come here? Who brought you here, Harry? Do you think this is some kind of game?!"
"Hagrid!"
Hagrid's anger did nothing to diminish Harry's delight at finding him. After looking him over carefully and realizing that the bloodstains on Hagrid did not belong