Hagrid was about to say something else when he suddenly spotted the door of the enormous pink-and-blue carriage opening about two hundred yards from his house.
Madame Maxime emerged from the carriage with the Beauxbatons students.
Judging by the direction they were heading, they seemed to be going to enter the Goblet of Fire.
Hagrid's eyes widened. He immediately strode over, paying no attention to Harley and Hermione behind him.
Watching Hagrid's retreating figure, Harley swiftly cast a spell to lessen the smell coming from him.
Harley seriously doubted that if Hagrid went over smelling like that, Madame Maxime would keep her distance from him.
If he was unlucky enough, Madame Maxime might even blacklist him for good, permanently costing him any chance of pursuing her.
"So... Hagrid just went after her like that?" Hermione asked, her face full of bewilderment.
"He called us here, but didn't even listen to our advice?"
Was this really the Hagrid she remembered? Something was off!
Harley and Hermione hurried after him and caught up with the Delacour sisters at the end of the group.
When Pheobe saw Hagrid, she also noticed Harley behind them, so she quietly slowed her pace.
After exchanging brief greetings, Pheobe frowned as she watched Hagrid's retreating figure.
"So this is the professor you mentioned—the one whose build is similar to Madame Maxime's?"
"Indeed. You saw him last night, too." Harley nodded helplessly. "He's rather... distinctive, isn't he?"
"You're right. He certainly is... very distinctive." Since he was Harley's friend, Pheobe chose her words with some restraint.
"But he seems to have fallen for Madame Maxime."
"With all due respect, Madame Maxime isn't fond of his style."
"Especially his taste... Well... it's rather... wild. A kind of beauty that's a hundred years ahead of its time and unknown to