Hagrid Gives Himself Away 2
Friday afternoon, during the break in Potions Class.
Snape noticed Harry's gaze, but he didn't pay it any mind. He simply covered his thigh and limped away.
"Harry, what happened to Professor Snape? That wound, was he bitten by some Care of Magical Creatures? The Forbidden Forest? He was perfectly fine when he taught us Potions Class today." Ron rubbed his hands together in the cold wind, keeping them pressed against the jam jar containing the blue flame.
"I don't know either, but could this be related to the Troll from before? I've heard there are many Care of Magical Creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and even Werewolf. Could there have been a riot there?" Harry pondered.
"That's a bite mark from Cerberus, the Three-Headed Dog. The Three-Headed Dog has higher magic resistance than Troll, and with three heads, it's hard to be charmed by spells. The wounds it inflicts are like a persistent ailment, difficult to get rid of. Even if you temporarily heal them with spells or Dittany, they will still recur and won't stop until about a month later."
"However, this only applies to wizards. For Muggle, it would be for life. Therefore, in Greece mythology, it is also called the Hellhound."
"These Care of Magical Creatures are very rare, and they haven't even been classified or given a danger level by the Ministry of Magic," Ryan suddenly said, emerging from the corner.
"So, Professor Snape was probably not injured today, but in October?" Harry murmured.
"Halloween!" Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and said at the same time. As for Ryan's appearance, they didn't care. They were already used to their roommate's unpredictable appearances.
Just then, it was time for class to start again, so Harry and Ron had to suppress their excitement and focus on the lesson.
"Harry, something must be wrong in the Forbidden Forest. First the Troll, and now Three-Headed Dog," Ron said excitedly.
"After dinner, I'll go to Hagrid's. He's the keeper of the Forbidden Forest; he must know something," Harry nodded.
So, after dinner, under the twilight sky, they left the castle gates and headed for Hagrid's Hut. Surprisingly, they found another person there, their roommate— Ryan.
Hagrid was making tea, and the door was ajar. As soon as the two entered the room, Fang eagerly came up to them. Harry, with his agile movements, stood quietly on the other side, resulting in Ron's robes being covered in Fang's drool once again.
"Hey Harry, Ron, why did you both have to come at this time? If it weren't for Ryan coming, I would have already gone to patrol the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid said as he took out a small iron pan and started frying sausages.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, which solidified their suspicions.
"Hagrid, I wanted to ask Three-Headed Dog— " Harry was interrupted by Hagrid in surprise as he slammed the frying pan onto the stove.
"Harry —you've been to the fourth floor! It seems that Filch's actions in stopping you earlier weren't entirely his fault." Hagrid's small, black beetle-like eyes shrewdly connected the previous trouble Filch had caused them with this incident.
"Professor Snape was bitten by it," Harry said, subtly stopping Ron from retorting and giving him a glare.
"That's none of your business. That's top secret. Three-headed Fluffy doesn't know anyone but me. You'd better watch out or you'll get your necks bitten off!" Hagrid said angrily.
Hagrid has always been a careless guy, and he always underestimates the risks associated with Care of Magical Creatures. But now, even he says that Three-Headed Dog is dangerous, so it must really be something special.
No wonder Quirrell, a Ravenclaw graduate and possessed by Voldemort, could only decide to try to find out Hagrid's weaknesses through a roundabout method.
Otherwise, after dealing with it, you won't have the energy to tackle the remaining levels.
"A three-headed Fluffy? You're the only one I recognize?" Harry sensed something was wrong and asked.
"Yes—it's mine—I bought it from a Greece guy I met at the hotel last year—I lent it to Dumbledore to keep watch—" Hagrid flipped the sausage over again, and it sizzled on the iron pan.
"What?" Harry and Ron asked eagerly in unison.
"Alright, stop asking," Hagrid said gruffly. "I'll say it again, it's top secret, understand?"
"Is that the stuff in that dirty little bag we went to pick up on my birthday? Is that why we need Three-Headed Dog?" Harry pressed, feeling he was getting close to the truth.
"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Hagrid snapped. "Now, all three of you (Ryan looked completely innocent, having not asked) listen to me—you're meddling in things that don't concern you. It's dangerous. Forget about that big dog, forget about what it's guarding; this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel— "
"Aha!" said Harry. "So this also involves Nicolas Flamel, doesn't it?"
Hagrid was furious; he was angry with himself.
So, Hagrid, unusually, refused to serve them anything and angrily chased the three away.
"So, that little bag definitely contains the Philosopher's Stone!"
"Someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and it's the same person who broke into Gringotts on my birthday!"
"Professor Snape definitely wanted to catch that person, but Three-Headed Dog recognized Hagrid, so he got bitten. It happened on Halloween, and the Troll was also related to the person who broke into Gringotts!"
"Dumbledore has the Philosopher's Stone, so he must not have had any bad intentions when he borrowed the Invisibility Cloak. That's great, he's a good person." Harry excitedly paced around Ron and Ryan, rattling off a long string of words.
"What Philosopher's Stone? What is it? Is it related to Nicolas Flamel? Harry, when did you ever think Dumbledore was a bad guy?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Nicolas Flamel is the inventor of the Philosopher's Stone, and he's lived for over six hundred years. The Philosopher's Stone can turn other substances into gold, and it can also be used to make the Elixir of Life," Harry explained, but didn't go on to say the rest. The Invisibility Cloak was something Ryan told him about, and without permission, he felt he shouldn't tell anyone else.
"What?" Ron was so bewildered by the gold that he couldn't process it for a moment.
"I mean, that big dog must be guarding Lemei's Philosopher's Stone! I dare say Lemei asked Dumbledore to keep it for him because they are friends, and he knew that someone was after the Philosopher's Stone. That's why he moved the Philosopher's Stone out of Gringotts."
"Do you understand?" Harry continued to explain.
"A stone can turn into gold and grant you eternal life!" Ron said. "No wonder Dark Wizard dare to break into two of the safest places in the world— Gringotts and Hogwarts! Everyone wants it!"