Poor Pure-Bloods

Hagrid's feelings toward Lockhart were really bad.

That said, the other person suddenly came to him, just to teach him how to prevent the water monster from entering the well?

Looking at Lockhart, who was muttering to himself, Hagrid became dazed and involuntarily looked towards the spot where Albert had just disappeared, and couldn't help but blame the guy who had sneaked away.

Albert must have anticipated this situation, which is why he sneaked away.

Damn it, they didn't even stay with me.

Hagrid found it inexplicably noisy. What did Lockhart just say? Harry giving out autographed photos? "Does he need to give out autographed photos?" Hagrid was speechless and interrupted, "Professor Lockhart, Harry doesn't need to give out autographed photos. He's already very famous."

Lockhart frowned slightly upon hearing this, but quickly continued rambling on about the time Harry came to school in a flying car.

Hagrid was speechless. He simply picked up the freshly slaughtered rooster from the side, started plucking its feathers, and casually made a few perfunctory remarks to the other party.

Lockhart's various boasts made Hagrid feel uncomfortable all over. He really didn't understand whether the other party was unaware of it or deliberately unaware of it, as he kept rambling on for nearly ten minutes.

I don't know how this person can have so much to say. Doesn't he get thirsty?

"If you need any help, just come to me." Lockhart flashed what he thought was a cool smile at Hagrid. "You know where I am!"

"No, thank you, I don't need your help right now," Hagrid said curtly.

"However, I'm surprised you don't even have a book by one of my authors." Lockhart wasn't embarrassed at all, and continued, "I'll send over a signed copy tonight. Okay, goodbye!"

After Lockhart left, Hagrid immediately closed the wooden door and let out a big sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, he's finally gone.

When Hagrid turned around, he saw Albert sitting in the same spot again.

"Where did you hide just now?" Hagrid glared angrily at Albert.

"If Lockhart sees me, he'll definitely cause even more trouble, so it's better if I don't see him here." Albert ignored Hagrid's disapproving look and casually changed the subject, asking, "By the way, what was that water monster Lockhart mentioned earlier?"

"Water monster is just a general term, referring to monsters that live in the water." Hagrid took the half-plucked rooster off the table, wiped the table clean with a rag, and then put the teapot and snacks back on.

"What kind of water monster lives in a well?" Albert asked, scratching Fang's ear.

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Hagrid gave Albert a deep look, then stepped forward to open the door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Harry, Ron, and Hermione who had come in.

"What's Lockhart doing here, Hagrid?" Harry Potter's voice came from outside the door.

"Teach me how to prevent Water Goblin from getting into the well," Hagrid said angrily. "As if I don't know how. What's wrong with Ron? He looks sick."

Harry and Hermione helped Ron cross the threshold and enter the hut, where they saw Albert sitting there rubbing his dog's head.

"Albert?" Hermione's surprise quickly returned to normal, and she said with a smile, "Congratulations on winning the International Wizard's Chess Champion."

"Thank you. What's wrong with Weasley? Was he struck by Dark Curse?" Albert looked at Ron, who was spitting out Slug Club, and suggested, "If you don't know how to break the curse, you'd better take him to Madam Pomfrey. That way, he can suffer less."

"Um..." Harry helped Ron sit down in a chair and awkwardly explained to the two of them why Ron had spat out Slug Club.

"He's pretty lucky. Sometimes bad things happen when Charms backfires." Albert looked Ron up and down with interest, taking out his wand to try to break the curse, but it obviously didn't have much effect, because Ron was spitting out Slug Club again, which looked really unpleasant.

"It's better to spit it out than to swallow it," Hagrid, seemingly unconcerned, as he placed a large copper basin in front of Ron.

"Swallow it?" Albert felt a wave of nausea as he listened to Hagrid's words.

"Is there no other way?" Hermione asked.

"It failed. But that was expected; backfire Charms are notoriously difficult to deal with." Albert wasn't concerned about Ron's condition. After all, he wasn't the one spitting out the Slug Club, and his friends didn't take him to the School Hospital, so who could he blame? "That damn wand needs replacing!"

Hagrid poured tea for the group with the copper kettle, then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right, Harry. I heard you sent out autographed photos, but I didn't get one."

"I didn't post any autographed photos," Harry protested, "It was Lockhart spreading rumors everywhere."

"Harry, you can go find Lee Jordan and get your Wizard Card signed." Albert suddenly remembered something and continued, "That way, you won't need an autograph anymore. I talked to Lockhart about this last time, and he has agreed to let me make a custom Wizard Card for him."

"No, thank you." Harry refused curtly.

"I suggest you don't refuse. Even Dumbledore would be happy to do it," Albert kindly advised. "In fact, almost all the professors at the school have already agreed."

"Basically?"

"Professor Snape didn't agree, and I haven't been able to persuade him yet. To be honest, Professor Snape might have a little misunderstanding about me." Albert had decided to do it secretly later. Anyway, Snape was finished in the end, and as long as he had the photo, how could the other party crawl out and cause trouble for him? So Albert didn't care whether Snape refused or not.

"I don't think so," Hagrid suddenly said.

"Yes, I made it for you a long time ago. If you're interested, I'll bring you a set of cards next time," Albert said with a smile.

"That's great!" Hagrid nodded with some satisfaction. "However, I don't want Lockhart's card."

"Hagrid doesn't like Professor Lockhart?" Hermione looked surprised.

"Actually, nobody likes Professor Lockhart," Albert said without hesitation. "Haven't you noticed? Basically, none of the professors in the university like Professor Lockhart."

Harry opened his mouth in shock, Hermione looked confused and bewildered, while Ron was still spitting Slug Club into the basin.

"I came here to ask Hagrid about Lockhart. Given his teaching abilities, I suspect that everything Professor Lockhart describes in his books is actually fiction."

"You shouldn't..."

"Lockhart was just bragging to me about how he exorcised banshee. If even one of those things is true, I'll eat the teapot," Hagrid agreed with Albert.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore thinks Lockhart ..." Hermione's voice rose a few decibels.

"Who was Ron trying to curse just now?" Albert abruptly changed the subject; it would be unwise for him to discuss a fan's favorite person with her.

"Malfoy," Ron said hoarsely, "Malfoy called Hermione a ' Mudblood '."

"Is it true?" Hagrid looked at Hermione indignantly, wanting to get the answer from her directly.

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "But I don't know what that means."

"Mudblood are just Muggle-born wizard like us," Albert explained casually. "It's a derogatory term for people whose parents don't know magic."

Hagrid looked at Albert speechlessly, not understanding why Albert didn't seem angry at all.

"Actually, you don't know this," Albert said, taking a sip of tea and shaking his head, "Those so-called Pure-blood wizard in the wizarding world are a bunch of pathetic worms."

At that moment, everyone was stunned, even Ron stopped Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.

"The so-called Pure-blood are actually the offspring of consanguineous marriages. After all, there are only so many Pure-blood wizard in Britain, so they are bound to be related to each other." Albert began to explain to the three dumbfounded people, "Direct blood relatives within three generations are considered close relatives."

"You might not know this, but consanguineous marriage can cause a whole host of problems, such as genetic diseases, intellectual decline, schizophrenia, and personality traits like becoming irritable, angry, arrogant, conceited, or even irrational." Albert took a sip of tea and said jokingly, "Now you know why Dark wizard are so cruel? Because they are the product of consanguineous marriages, and they can't choose their birth. That's why I call them pitiful creatures. Just imagine being born with a volatile personality or a host of genetic diseases."

Hagrid found it utterly absurd, yet he also felt there was a grain of truth in Albert's words. Weren't most Death Eater just those so-called Pure-blood wizard? Didn't those so-called Pure-blood wizard love inbreeding? "Although the offspring of such marriages might possess Magical Power far greater than ordinary wizards, it's not about whose Charms are stronger these days." As he spoke, Albert raised his hand and tapped his head, saying, "Wizards rely more on their brains. Is the brain the most important thing? Even if a genius is born, the chances are extremely low, and it might be accompanied by many genetic problems."

Ron suddenly wanted to laugh. The Malfoy, with their overflowing sense of superiority, were reduced to worthless wretches in Albert's eyes. The Malfoy should really hear this.

Ugh! Ron quickly bent down again, gagged, and a few more Slug Club popped out of his mouth.

This seemed to wake the other three. However, the expressions on their faces became very strange.