The Best Thigh to Hug at Hogwarts is Still Hagrid

Hogwarts is truly a treasure trove.

Ezio looked with satisfaction at the three milestones that had yet to be lit up. These had nothing to do with map exploration; they were likely bonuses granted after uncovering certain special areas on the map.

"Perhaps I can try visiting other magical schools after the holidays? Though that might be a bit difficult, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

"Still, these three milestones don't seem easy to complete."

Take the first one, Conqueror of the Sky, for example. Ezio wouldn't feel a shred of fear during a freefall from ten thousand meters, but completing a precise aerial assassination while falling from that height was an immense challenge.

He couldn't just tie some random guy to a post and drop from the sky to finish him off; such cheating behavior was not viable. He had already tried taking shortcuts when unlocking milestones in the trial space, but it hadn't worked at all.

Therefore, to complete this milestone, he would have to scout a location first, then drop from the sky to give him or it a surprise. The target was limited to humanoids or near-humanoids, which was a fairly broad range.

However, getting to ten thousand meters... to be honest, that was a bit difficult.

Ezio had bought the latest Nimbus 2000, but there was a high probability that this broomstick couldn't fly that high.

Legends existed in the wizarding world about "flying to the moon," but such tall tales were not to be believed. Wizards didn't even know that a vacuum existed, and given the speed of a flying broom... the latest Nimbus 2000 only reached 100 miles per hour. The shortest distance between the Earth and the moon was 225,623 miles, meaning that even if one could fly there, it would take about 2,256 hours of non-stop flying—over three months to arrive.

In Ezio's actual tests, the flight posture of the Nimbus 2000 would start to fail once it reached an altitude of one thousand meters. While he hadn't completed an extreme altitude test, it was unlikely to reach ten thousand meters. Magic was not omnipotent; perhaps magic had no limits, but the things wizards created certainly did.

"It seems the real 'thigh' to hug at Hogwarts is Hagrid."

Ezio's gaze drifted into the distance, toward the stone hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Smoke was rising from the chimney; perhaps Hagrid was baking rock cakes.

Aside from the third hidden milestone with a time limit, Ezio wasn't in a rush to complete the two known ones. The term had just begun, and he had many more important things to attend to.

There was only one Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, and Ezio spent all his spare time exploring the library. He had borrowed a catalog of the Hogwarts library from Madam Pince. After all, the library was so vast that even if Ezio lived in it for seven years without sleep, reading 24 hours a day, he wouldn't be able to finish it all. He had to select the parts that were useful to him; sharpening the axe would not delay the work of cutting wood.

It wasn't until Madam Pince started shooing people away that Ezio rubbed his sore eyes and stood up. Even the catalog had left him dizzy, and he wouldn't be able to organize it all for a while.

It was now ten-thirty at night, with only half an hour left until the Hogwarts curfew.

Taking a slightly roundabout path, by the time Ezio returned to the common room, most of the young wizards had already retreated to their dormitories. Only a few people were still roasting by the fire in the common room, and Ezio spotted Harry scribbling away.

"What are you writing?" Ezio sat down opposite Harry and took a bite of a freshly baked pizza.

"Homework... oh, Ezio, where did you go this afternoon?" Harry looked up, shaking his sore fingers.

"I went to the library, and on the way back, I stopped by the kitchen. Ham and shrimp pizza, double cheese. Want to try some? The House-elves cook so fast; magic really is a wonderful thing."

"I am a bit hungry, actually." Harry took a slice without standing on ceremony, took a big bite, and then gave a thumbs-up. "This is ten times tastier than meat pies!"

"Maybe it'll be on the dining table in a few days. I gave them a few suggestions; the House-elves are really easy to talk to."

"The House-elves at Hogwarts?" Harry asked curiously.

"House-elf, yes. There are probably two or three hundred of them at Hogwarts. They are great helpers for chores and logistics, and they're the ones who clean the school."

"No wonder my socks were washed when I got back! They're amazing!" Harry happily accepted a second slice. "By the way, I have something to tell you."

Harry swallowed the pizza in his mouth with effort and reached into his pocket, pulling out a note.

"Hagrid invited me to see him on Friday afternoon. You should come too, Ezio. I'll introduce you to Hagrid; I'm sure you'll like him."

As Harry's first friend in the magical world, he cherished the friendship. Although Hagrid was old enough to be his grandfather, as a half-giant, Hagrid was actually quite young. His lifespan was significantly longer than that of an ordinary wizard, which was why he still had a full head of black hair and was full of energy at sixty-four. Ezio didn't doubt that Hagrid could grab a dragon by the tail and throw it over his shoulder.

After filling their stomachs, the two walked slowly toward the dormitory. Pushing the door open, the lights were still on. The other two roommates weren't asleep yet, and after Ezio entered, Draco subconsciously straightened his posture.

"I thought you were playing chess with Blaise or something in the dorm, Draco."

Draco, sitting on his bed, had a book spread out on his lap, as did Blaise Zabini on the other side. Both he and Draco came from pure-blood families and had a decent relationship. He was also one of the few dark-haired students in Slytherin; his ancestors were from Africa, though that was a thing of the past. His mother was a charming, beautiful widow who had already gone through seven husbands, each of whom had died under mysterious circumstances, and she was extremely wealthy.

At the same time, he was quite arrogant and conceited, even a bit aloof. Unfortunately, he couldn't muster any arrogance in this room; he couldn't compare to Draco in family background, to Harry in fame, or to Ezio in intellect and combat prowess.

"We don't want to fall behind," Blaise said in a low voice. "That classroom full of the smell of garlic is just too disgusting. I don't want to go a second time."

"I'm glad you think that way," Ezio shrugged. "If my roommates were too incompetent, I'd lose face. But I believe you can keep up. Since we live in the same room, if you have any difficulties you don't understand, I can help you out."

"The consequences of being eliminated are quite miserable, you know."

Ezio grinned, and Draco's face turned pale.

"What consequences?" Harry wasn't worried; he found that if he studied hard, the content wasn't that difficult.

"Naturally, getting kicked out of the dorm and sleeping in the corridor. I spoke with Professor Snape today, and he agreed to implement an elimination model within Slytherin. This proposal was even approved by the former Hogwarts headmaster, Phineas Nigellus Black. He believes that getting rid of idiots and fools from Slytherin is a very necessary thing."

"Professor Dumbledore's opinion is—that this is beneficial for Hogwarts."

Ezio was very skilled at using the names of powerful figures to bolster his own position; after all, everything he said was the truth, not a single word was false.

"I said it before: Slytherin will no longer have soil for those fools to survive in. Either they get buried underground, or they roll out on their own."

"One must keep their word, right?"

Draco and Blaise nodded stiffly. In their minds, Ezio's reputation rose another level. Although they didn't know how Ezio had obtained the triple approval of the Head of House, the Headmaster, and the former Headmaster, since he had done it, Slytherin was about to be shaken to its core.

"Don't hang out with idiots in the future. It's getting late, let's all get some rest."

The group rustled as they changed clothes and got into bed. Draco, who had the most on his mind, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He decided to write to his father tomorrow and tell him to keep Crabbe and Goyle far away from him; he didn't want to hang out with idiots anymore.