"I think we need to sober Hagrid up first."
Harley looked at Hagrid, who had started bawling again, and couldn't help frowning.
She drew her wand and flicked it lightly. A flash of light swept out.
Hagrid, who had been about to pour another drink of Firewhisky into his mouth, suddenly froze.
The glass slipped from his hand, but Harley caught it with a spell and set it safely on the table.
Hagrid shivered. His mind felt as though it had been plunged into ice water, and the thick fog of drink cleared away.
He shook his head hard and pulled his moleskin coat tight around himself, trying to dispel the chill.
When Hagrid began to come around, Harley casually canceled the spell and lowered her wand.
"Oh, it's you," Hagrid mumbled, looking at them as his senses returned.
It seemed he hadn't fully realized who he'd been talking to earlier.
But Hagrid soon lost his composure.
As memories of the past few days slowly returned, his face grew paler and paler.
"Harley, Hermione, and... and..." Hagrid stammered, recalling everything.
"Fleur Delacour. Just call me Fleur," Fleur said with a smile, though there was no warmth in her eyes.
"Right, Fleur. Could I ask you not to tell anyone about this?" Hagrid's eyes pleaded with them.
"I don't want Professor Dumbledore worrying about me. It's nothing serious..."
"I just angered Madame Maxime for some unknown reason. I don't want this affecting the relationship between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons..."
"Oh, and if you could, would you please not tell anyone I'm a Half-Giant?"
"I don't mind myself, but it could cause Professor Dumbledore a lot of trouble."
"He's already done more than enough for me. I really don't want to cause him any more trouble."
Harley sighed and walked over to Hagrid,