Hagrid Really Was Unreliable

After leaving Snape's office, Aaron headed straight for the Forbidden Forest.

Unsurprisingly, Harry and Ron were there.

Hagrid watched the two men from inside the cabin, feeling utterly annoyed. He was so fed up with their nagging that his ears were practically calloused.

"I want to emphasize again that I did not reveal the method of using 'Fluffy '."

"That's good." Ron smiled carelessly, feeling a little relieved.

"Hagrid, keep this attitude."

No matter who asks or how they ask, don't tell anyone.

"You don't need to tell me that." Hagrid glanced at Harry. "I haven't told anyone except me and Dumbledore, not even the professors at the house."

"That's not necessarily true."

Aaron rushed over, staring at Hagrid with a serious expression.

Hagrid suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't feel this way about anyone else, not even Dumbledore.

But Aaron was different. His conscience betrayed the young Warlock, and not just once, especially since Aaron was accompanied by a Fantastic Beasts that he had always wanted to study.

"Um... do I have flowers on my face?"

"No, but... you really didn't tell anyone about how you did it through Fluffy?"

"Really not," Ron interjected. "Harry and I have reminded him several times a day, and just in case, we've even stopped letting him drink alcohol."

Hagrid's expression darkened slightly, and he turned his head to glare at Ron. "Bad guy."

"It's an extraordinary time!"

"Just bear with it for now. Once the Philosopher's Stone is completely safe, you can have a good time getting drunk."

"That's optimistic, but the situation is far from optimistic."

"What do you mean?" Harry's heart skipped a beat, and the scar on his forehead burned like fire again.

This time it was more intense than ever before, and he was in so much pain that he was grimacing.

"Can you sense it?" Aaron said meaningfully. "I need to tell you that Dumbledore has left Hogwarts and won't be back until at least tomorrow afternoon."

In other words, this is when the school's defenses are at their weakest. If you were You-Know-Who, what would you do?

"Opportunity knocks but once." Harry tried his best to calm himself down. "The You-Know-Who won't let this opportunity slip by. He could act at any moment before Dumbledore arrives."

By the way, Snape is now...

"Professor Snape is perfectly fine in his office," Aaron said speechlessly. "Besides, you should be concerned with something else right now."

Harry nodded, looking at Hagrid with a heavy heart. "Hagrid, think carefully. Did you really not tell anyone else how to Fluffy?"

"How many times do I have to say it? No means no."

"Okay! I hope my worries are unnecessary."

Aaron couldn't stand it anymore. It was no wonder that asking questions in such a blunt way was useless.

"Hagrid, after you left the Philosopher's Stone and arrived at Hogwarts, have any strangers come looking for you?"

Harry and Ron felt their hearts sink when they heard this.

They finally realized what they had overlooked.

They only learned of Nicolas Flamel's existence and the existence of the Philosopher's Stone after spending a considerable amount of time at the school.

The You-Know-Who likely tried to extract information from Hagrid after the Philosopher's Stone arrived at the school; he probably already knew about the method used by the Fluffy.

However, the two still held onto a sliver of hope, since they considered Hagrid to be very reliable.

"Well..." Hagrid hesitated for a moment, "I don't encounter any strangers at school, but I sometimes run into strangers when I go out for drinks."

"Hagrid, when you're drinking, does anyone ask you about Hogwarts?"

"They probably mentioned it!" Hagrid said nonchalantly. "I go to that bar often, and a lot of people know who I am. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Strangers, and they must be strangers," Aaron cautioned. "Preferably those who are sneaky, have something to hide, and are obviously not good people."

"Hmm..." Hagrid frowned and thought for a while, then pondered, "There is someone who is wrapped up very tightly, even more tightly Abei. I can't even see his face."

But he really is a good person; he kept asking the owner to bring me more drinks.

Aaron looked at Harry Potter with some sympathy, then placed the freshly prepared Potions in front of him. "Drink it first."

"What's this?"

"Calming Draught."

Ron can have a few mouthfuls if he wants.

At this time, drinking it won't do any harm.

Ron swallowed hard and waved his hand dismissively. "I... I don't need it."

Harry smiled bitterly, but did not refuse Aaron's offer. He opened the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

He also felt he needed to calm down, otherwise he might get so angry at Hagrid that he vomited blood.

Aaron continued, "And then? Did he just buy you drinks?"

"I don't remember what happened after that."

"Oh, right, Norbert is the one who lost to me," Hagrid said excitedly and proudly. "I've always wanted a Dragon, and he has a Dragon egg."

"Yes!" Harry said through gritted teeth, "Now that I think about it, this coincidence was definitely premeditated."

"Harry, you can't assume everyone is a bad guy." Hagrid patted him on the shoulder and said patiently, "That guy really isn't a bad guy. He gave me the Norbert to test my ability to deal with Dragon, after all, a dragon's destructive power is enormous."

I told him then that I could handle even Fluffy, so a Dragon was nothing to me.

Harry took a deep breath, and the Calming Draught helped him calm down. "Is he interested in Fluffy?"

"Now, even magicians rarely have the chance to see Three-headed Dog."

I told him then that the trick to dealing with wild animals is knowing how to calm them down.

"Take Fluffy for example! Play some music for him and he falls asleep." Hagrid finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracting. "I shouldn't have told you this."

"Yeah! But you had to tell a suspicious stranger, that's ridiculous." Aaron rubbed his forehead speechlessly. "I knew you couldn't be trusted."

Furthermore, I don't agree with your tricks for dealing with wild animals, because some wild animals don't necessarily like music.

For example, if you give Abei a choice between music and a chicken leg, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

"Let's not talk about this now." Harry suddenly stood up. "We need to get moving and find Professor McGonagall. She's the only one who can help us right now."

Ron nodded and ran out with Harry.

But halfway through the run, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Aaron, aren't you coming with us?"

"You guys go ahead! I'll go to the Trapdoor first."

Without evidence, it's uncertain whether Professor McGonagall will believe you.

Ron paused for a moment, said nothing, and continued running after Harry.

After the two left, Aaron looked at Hagrid with amusement, "I suppose you know what you did wrong, right?"

"I understand." Hagrid lowered his head, looking dejected. "I'll go with you to find Professor McGonagall."

"No." Aaron patted the Giant's broad shoulder. "I will persuade Professor McGonagall. As for you... you should have a way to contact Dumbledore, right?"

"This..."

"It's okay if you don't have one."

He went to the Ministry of Magic in London, and it must have been several hours ago. You're faster than the owl, so try to catch him halfway back.

I—no, we all need this White Lord back as soon as possible, understand?

"Understood." Hagrid nodded and then pulled his umbrella out from under the table.

A few minutes later, a roaring sound came from outside the cabin, and a red motorcycle shot into the sky.

Aaron watched Hagrid disappear into the clouds, sighed deeply, and then walked towards the castle.

His destination was the Trapdoor, which was always the point, no matter what.

Compared to Harry and his friends, he was much calmer and didn't think Voldemort would make his move during the day; he believed that the best time to steal was when everyone was asleep at night.

But he could only reveal his trump card once, and just to be on the safe side, he had to see it with his own eyes to be sure.

Third floor corridor.

Hermione was holding a pile of books and standing guard here, pretending to be studying diligently, but her eyes kept glancing upwards, afraid that someone might sneak into the fourth-floor corridor when she wasn't looking.

"You're really trying to hide something obvious."

Aaron's voice suddenly rang out behind her, startling Hermione.

Why did you come here?

"There's been a slight mishap, I think I need to go in and check it out."

"No way! Nobody comes here all day."

Besides, there's a Three-headed Dog in there; it's terrifying.

"Seeing is believing. Staying here might not be enough," Aaron said meaningfully, and walked up the steps on his own.

Hermione didn't have time to stop him and, as if possessed, followed behind him.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at a door.

"Alohomora!"

A lock-picking spell was cast, and the keyhole opened automatically.

Aaron took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a black Three-headed Dog that took up almost half the room slowly open its eyes.

"My God! That's incredible!"

It's much more impressive than what I've read in books.

"Roar!"

Abei roared defiantly.

"It's ready." Aaron patted Abei's dragon head. "You'll definitely grow bigger than it someday."