"Hagrid, you need to get your act together. What kind of Care of Magical Creatures class serves nothing but giant caterpillars?"
Oren stuffed a giant caterpillar into Hermione's hands. One or two, she had to look after them either way.
Hermione, who had suffered nightmares all night, stared at Oren with dark circles under her eyes and a dead-eyed expression.
"I didn't want this either. You know Buckbeak nearly hurt a young wizard." Hagrid took a swig of whisky, still shaken.
"Hagrid, think of something. Just get some magical creatures that aren't so dangerous. I think Acromantulas would be pretty good."
The three of them: Did you even hear yourself?
Oren poured himself a glass of whisky and downed it in one gulp.
"How about Nifflers?" Harry suggested.
Hagrid thought for a moment and nodded. "That might work. Bowtruckles would be good too." He then downed another glass of whisky.
Oren looked at Hagrid, and both their gazes changed. Glass after glass followed, as though neither would stop until he had drunk the other under the table.
The three of them exchanged bewildered looks, all thinking Oren had lost his mind. With Hagrid's size, he would surely drink Oren until he could no longer find the castle gates.
"Oren, stop drinking," Hermione urged.
"Burp~ A man can't say he can't do it." Oren held up one finger. "I can drink like this all day."
Hagrid held up five fingers, then folded down his middle finger. "I can drink without end."
"What do we do now?" Ron asked blankly.
Hermione sighed. "It's fine. We can carry Oren back later."
Meanwhile, Harry quietly took out a capsule and dropped it into Oren's cup, then gestured for Ron and Hermione to keep quiet.
The two stared at Harry in horror, their eyes saying: