Hagrid's Little Date

"Hello, Professor Hagrid!"

"Aha, hello, you two." It was just after class, the busiest time in Hogwarts Castle, and Hagrid stood amid the crowd.

He seemed to be looking for someone, but after a while, he pretended that nothing had happened.

His outfit today was especially eye-catching. He had tied his fluffy, messy hair into a ponytail, though it sat crookedly, with quite a few strands still hanging loose. Judging by the broken teeth of the comb stuck in his hair, he had clearly made an effort.

As the gamekeeper, Hagrid did not often walk around the castle. Combined with his appearance and demeanor, he was impossible to miss.

Hagrid desperately wanted to make himself less conspicuous, but the young wizards passing by kept greeting him, leaving him no choice but to respond again and again.

Eli and Harry were heading for the library. In order to at least survive the tournament, Harry had dragged Eli there to cram knowledge.

Harry could only blame himself for not studying enough before. Whenever he thought of the unknown dangers awaiting him, he could not remember what he had learned at all.

To make matters worse, they often saw Krum in the library.

To Harry, Krum was an opponent. If there turned out to be a dueling event, facing Krum would be dangerous.

Krum never stayed for very long, and Harry had always wanted to know what he was preparing for. He even suspected that Krum knew something.

Moving against the crowd, Harry and Eli immediately spotted the unusually enormous Hagrid among the students and squeezed their way over.

The closer they got to Hagrid, the more people there were, because Hagrid was a popular professor and the students all wanted to greet him.

The moment Hagrid managed to pull himself free from