Hagrid the Supplier, the Seriousness of the Situation

The day after the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hagrid returned to Hogwarts.

The Book of Prophecy accurately Prophecy his return, and Aaron took Abei to the cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest that very day.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aaron knocked on the wooden door a few times.

"Who is it?" Hagrid's voice came from inside the house.

"I, Aaron, need to speak with you about something."

"Wait a moment."

A few seconds later, the door opened, Hagrid glanced at Aaron. "Are you the only one here?"

"Hmm..." Aaron thought for a moment and knew what Hagrid was thinking. "I think Harry and the others don't know you're back."

Hagrid nodded. "Come on in, it's cold outside."

Aaron entered the cabin and casually found a chair to sit down. Hagrid closed the door and walked with a limp. His face and hands were covered with scars, and his left eye was bruised and swollen to the point of being just a slit.

"Hiss! You went to fight Troll?"

"No."

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Aaron couldn't help but click his tongue. "Looks like you didn't do well on the task Dumbledore assigned you! Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a sorry state."

"You know?" Hagrid was shocked. He moved too much and the next moment he was in pain, wincing in agony.

"There's no need to guess. After the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore told Fudge that he should try to gain the friendship of other races before Voldemort."

He also linked you and Madam Maxime together; I can't think of any other connection between you besides the Giant.

"You're always so quick-witted," Hagrid remarked. "But you have to be careful not to talk about this carelessly; it falls under..."

"Top secret, I understand." Aaron interrupted Yu. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in the details. It's enough that I know the Giant will be the enemy coming."

Upon hearing this, Hagrid's expression relaxed slightly.

Would you like some tea?

"Never mind, I have something else," Aaron said, then pulled a bottle of wine from Abei's pocket.

Gollum!

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard as Hagrid stared intently at the wine in Aaron's hand.

"Um... how about I pour you a glass too?"

"That's so kind of you!" Hagrid said, placing a cup on the table.

Aaron stared at the glass, which was bigger than a wine bottle, and fell silent.

"How about I try something else?" Hagrid said somewhat reluctantly, "But what if it's been too long since I've had a drink?"

"No." Aaron immediately waved his hand to indicate his refusal.

If this small request isn't met, she won't ask for anything again later.

He looked at Abei seriously, and the Holy Dragon felt uneasy under his gaze, its two khaki-colored dragon claws instinctively covering its pockets.

"Let go," Aaron said breathlessly. "When are you going to change your miserly nature? I was just taking some wine."

Abei breathed a slight sigh of relief and reluctantly released his claws.

Aaron glanced at it, then took a wooden barrel out of his pocket. "Top-quality ale, you'll definitely have a good drink."

Hagrid nodded repeatedly. He was also a frequent bar patron, and he knew from the aroma of malt in the air that this was a rare find.

But Aaron stopped him as soon as he reached for the barrel. "I can give you this barrel of wine, but with such a serious injury, drinking wine is... not really appropriate!"

"This is nothing. I've been much more seriously injured taming those dangerous Fantastic Beasts before," Hagrid said nonchalantly. "Drinking will never get in the way."

Aaron chuckled; he couldn't believe Hagrid was saying that.

"What I mean is that you should get treatment first."

"What a nuisance," Hagrid muttered, then pulled a piece of raw meat from under the wooden table, still covered in green blood.

He placed the piece of meat on his face and hummed comfortably.

"This is..."

"Roar!"

Abei suddenly roared and glared fiercely at Hagrid.

Hagrid seemed to have thought of something and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"The aura of my own kind," Abei murmured. "This is definitely Dragon Meat, no doubt about it."

Aaron slapped his forehead and took out fresh Dragon Meat right in front of his Dragon Cub —a blatant provocation!

"I, I, I really didn't mean to."

"I didn't think that much about it. Dragon meat has analgesic properties, so..." Hagrid stammered. It was a rare opportunity for him to get so close to this dragon. What if he angered it and it stopped talking to him in the future?

"Put it away!" Aaron said, both amused and exasperated. "But it's better not to use such an unhygienic method."

"Oh!" Hagrid watched Abei with trepidation, and seeing that it had no intention of making a move, he reluctantly wrapped up the Dragon Meat.

"Let's treat him!" Aaron said to Abei.

Abei crossed her arms and turned her head away haughtily, "I don't want to."

"If you treat him, we can pay less later," Aaron said helplessly in the Dragon Language.

For the sake of money, Abei reluctantly convinced himself, spread his wings, and flew into the air to use healing magic on Hagrid.

A chromatic Magic Array appeared above Hagrid, and he immediately felt a strong warmth. The bleeding wounds on his body healed rapidly, the swelling and purplish discoloration on his face gradually faded, and even the broken bones in his body were reattached.

One minute later, Hagrid's injury was completely healed.

He stretched his limbs, took a leisurely stroll around the room, and then looked intently at Abei. "I knew it was more special than any other dragon, definitely not comparable to Dragon."

If it were at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, probably half the doctors would quit.

Abei raised its proud dragon head with a solemn expression. It was Holy Dragon, and in terms of bloodline, it definitely stood at the top of the dragon pyramid.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, pulling Abei down from mid-air. "Hagrid, I have something to discuss with you this time."

"You say."

"Didn't I buy a batch of materials about Fantastic Beasts from you last year?"

"All used up?"

"It's not all used up yet, but it'll be soon."

Hagrid frowned slightly and asked Yu with a puzzled look, "What did you use them for? They're being used up so quickly?"

"I still can't tell you that."

"Last year you said that to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, you needed the products of Fantastic Beasts to enhance the power of your magical artifacts, but the Triwizard Tournament is over, and you..."

"But Voldemort is back," Aaron interrupted. "The Magic World is in turmoil these days. Can't I make some preparations in advance?"

"Well... alright, wait a minute," Hagrid said helplessly, then pulled a bundle of feathers from a pile of straw behind him. "This is all I have for now. You know I haven't been back for months."

"Understand."

Aaron stared at the tree's hundreds of feathers, each a different color, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

The feathers of Thought Form Fantastic Beasts have been used to create many enchanted magic bullets. To go further and achieve three or even four enchantments, more materials will be needed to practice.

The Divine Thunder Hall's inventory is almost depleted and insufficient to support its continued operations, but obtaining this batch of goods would definitely solve its immediate crisis.

"How much?"

"That makes me unhappy." Hagrid's face immediately showed displeasure. "I already felt very bad that you left me a bunch of Galleon last year, and I absolutely cannot accept them this year."

"But this..."

"You've treated my injuries, so it's only right that you give me some money for medical expenses!" Hagrid said with a smile. "If you give me money, it means you don't consider me a friend."

Aaron was momentarily at a loss, but Abei clung to Aaron leg and wouldn't let go, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Master, you absolutely must not make a mistake at this time!

That's a huge sum of money!

Aaron no longer hesitated; after all, he had raised a greedy dragon!

He wasn't short of money, but he saved the several thousand Galleon his family gave him each month in Gringotts. Ever since he earned his first pot of gold at the age of eight, he had always kept his own money.

With regular expenses and the precious metals like gold, silver, and copper needed to craft enchanted bullets, the family was really struggling to make ends meet.

Aaron took a deep breath, picked up a bundle of feathers, and stuffed it into Abei's pocket.

Thanks.

"You're being so polite to me."

"You've just returned to Hogwarts, so there are some things you might not know," Aaron said in a deep voice. "The school has a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Who? Was it Dumbledore sent them?"

"No, no, no, that's exactly what I meant. She's Fudge's woman."

"What?" Hagrid looked shocked, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Aaron sighed when he saw him like this.

In his view, Hagrid, the professor of wildlife conservation, was quite competent, and the location of the Forbidden Forest gave him a natural teaching advantage.

The problem is that Umbridge doesn't care whether you're qualified or not. As long as you're loyal to Dumbledore, she'll find ways to make things difficult for you.

If Hagrid's fiery temper were to give her any leverage, he might be fired on the spot.

"Fudge is actually interfering in Hogwarts ' affairs?" Hagrid asked in bewilderment. "Didn't Dumbledore object?"

"Dumbledore is naturally not afraid of the Ministry of Magic, but he is too busy right now to deal with such matters."

The Magic World is in enough chaos right now; if he were to clash with Fudge... Voldemort would probably be more than happy to see that happen.

Hagrid was silent for a long time. "I'm almost completely unaware of it, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with me!"

She teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I teach Care of Magical Creatures; there shouldn't be any conflict, right?

"You're wrong. Fudge has started to lose all shame in order to cover up the truth about Voldemort's return."

Dolores Umbridge is Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, and also serves as Hogwarts High Inquisitor.

To put it simply, she'll check the professor's teaching ability; to put it even more simply... she'll find ways to nitpick and find fault in your classes, hoping to get you removed from your professorship.

"You mean she might be deliberately targeting me?" Hagrid asked, sounding uncertain.

"Be more confident, and use the word 'maybe' more often."

Because the Fantastic Beasts you learn about in your teaching are quite dangerous, you're too easily targeted.

Professor Trelawney's Divination are also easy targets; she's already been placed on probation—meaning you haven't been back for two months. Otherwise, you'd probably be the first one on probation.

Hagrid:...

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Here's a piece of advice: it's better to teach some of the safest Fantastic Beasts before Umbridge leaves the school."

Hagrid opened his mouth, about to say something, when a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

"Hagrid, are you there? It's us." Harry's voice came through.

"I'll be right there," Hagrid said.

"They came really fast." Aaron chuckled. "I should probably be going now. They should be able to give you a more specific solution. After all, no one at Hogwarts cares about you more than they do."

"Won't you stay for a drink?"

"No, thank you." Aaron pushed the bottle of wine towards Hagrid. "You can have this one too!"

When the door opened, the three people outside were all taken aback when they saw Aaron.

"When did you arrive?" Harry asked.

"I'm about ten minutes earlier than you guys." Aaron shrugged. "My wedding is over, so I won't disturb your reunion."

By the way, if possible, tell him about Umbridge's situation and let him know how serious it is.

The three looked at each other, then nodded seriously.

Aaron walked along the path toward the castle, while Harry and his two companions asked Hagrid why he had been missing for two months.

Although Abei healed Hagrid's wounds, the battle scars on his body could not be concealed, which greatly worried them.

"This is top secret, understand?"

Dumbledore sent me to negotiate with the Giant.

"Giant?" Hermione looked at him in surprise. "You found them?"

"Oh! To tell you the truth, they're not hard to find because they're big enough."

"Maxime and I tried to persuade them to join our team, but I wasn't the only one trying to recruit them."

"And Death Eater," Ron whispered.

"Yes! Death Eater." Hagrid's voice was deep. "They outnumbered us and brought more gifts than we did. One of them was McNeil, the one who wanted to execute Buckbeak a couple of years ago."

"So the Giant joined Voldemort's side?" Harry asked worriedly.

"We did what we were supposed to do, conveying Dumbledore's message, and we thought they would remember his kindness, though of course this is just a guess."

"Let's not think about that. Let's talk about Umbridge's problem!" Hagrid forced a smile. "Aaron just told me that she's going to target me in class."

"It definitely will," Ron said confidently. "That old witch has absolutely no bottom line."

"She's investigated a lot of people," Hermione said. "Nobody likes her, but we can't do anything about it right now."

"High Inquisitor, huh!" Hagrid said with a hint of helplessness. "At this point Dumbledore can't go against Fudge. Dealing with the Death Eater is troublesome enough; he can't waste his energy on the Ministry of Magic."