Hagrid's face turned bright red. He fidgeted and said, "Is it... is it that obvious?"
"Very obvious. I think this is the first time you've... properly groomed yourself," Kayson said.
"Then I'll just say it." Hagrid glanced at Cedric, who was pretending to slowly study the mechanical joint while his ears had clearly been pricked up for a while.
"He's one of us. Go ahead and say it," Kayson assured him. And it was not merely empty reassurance—he knew Cedric's character well enough to know he could keep a secret.
Hagrid took a deep breath, then failed to say anything for a long while, nearly suffocating himself with the effort.
Seeing this, Kayson helplessly took a bottle of liquor, pulled out the cork, and handed it to Hagrid. "Have a drink."
Hagrid quickly accepted it. "Oh, thanks..." He raised the bottle and drained it in one gulp.
"Can you say it now?" Kayson asked.
"I think I'm in love," Hagrid said bashfully.
"Madame Maxime?"
"How did you know?!" Hagrid said in shock.
"Take a guess. At Hogwarts, there are only two people who match you: Madame Maxime and Neos. Don't tell me you've gone astray like Dumbledore too?" Kayson said, rolling his eyes.
"What do you mean, gone astray like Dumbledore?" Hagrid asked curiously.
Now Kayson had plenty to say. Out of respect for the headmaster, he had originally had no intention of revealing such secret history.
But after the double blow of the fine and the coffin delivery, he had given up on preserving Dumbledore's idol image and said bluntly, "Dumbledore and Grindelwald are a couple. You didn't know?"
"Huh??"
There were two question marks—one belonged to Hagrid, and the other to Cedric.
"Mhm. They were in love with each other when they were young. You didn't know?" Kayson