He was happy for Hagrid.
To put it bluntly, a gamekeeper at Hogwarts was little more than a handyman. Hagrid was getting on in years; he could not remain a handyman forever. Compared with being a gamekeeper, becoming a professor was undoubtedly a respectable and secure profession. (This follows the real-world British and American system, where professors have tenure.)
Most importantly, once Hagrid became a professor, there might be a chance for the punishment hanging over him to be lifted, allowing him to regain his status as a wizard.
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Come to think of it, he and Harry had asked for quite a while, yet Hagrid still had not said why he had been stripped of his wizard status.
He had not acted like his usual big-mouthed self at all.
That was very unusual. Ron's instincts told him that Hagrid's past must have concealed some earth-shattering secret, but he did not want to think about that now.
After finally reaching the depths of the Forbidden Forest, Ron had been too uneasy earlier to observe or have fun. Now that his mood had improved, he only wanted to cherish this opportunity and remember everything he saw.
"I bet even Fred and George have never been here. Otherwise, they'd definitely have bragged about it in front of me."
Ron led Harry to the very front of the group. A thin mist drifted through the woods, blown over from the Black Lake along with the cold air. It carried an icy chill and hung "heavily" about three feet above the ground, making the gloomy forest seem as though it were floating among clouds.
"We should have brought a camera."
Harry said regretfully. Looking