Hagrid's Sudden Visit

"I think this might have been Dumbledore's suggestion."

Playing with Billywig is already considered a trend among young people in Australia.

Almost everywhere you can see young wizards floating in mid-air because they've been stung too much.

I think this might be related to the information you've heard.

He wanted you to know that Grindelwald had his eye on Harry, so that Harry would take it seriously.

"Neville, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the Burrow." After hearing the whole story of Neville's arrival at the Burrow, Draco clasped his hands together, interlaced his fingers, and placed them on his knees, which were crossed over his legs.

He squinted, looking like a cunning strategist.

I don't think so.

Neville's parents, being from the old society, couldn't accept these trendy things.

They must have thought Neville was bored to do that.

That's why they sent Neville over.

What kind of beast is Grindelwald that you're talking about?

In terms of ideas, he may be more advanced than Voldemort, but in terms of strength, can he compare to Voldemort?

Harry even defeated Voldemort; he's not a Fwooper (referring to Harry's lack of courage).

The Fwooper (a Muggle with the ability to suddenly disappear and reappear in another place, so cowardly that it's considered extinct by Muggle) has nothing to fear from Grindelwald.

Upon hearing Draco praise Grindelwald, Ron, a Harry Potter fan, objected.

"Whatever the reason, I'm here now," Neville sighed.

His most vivid memory now is not being caught practicing magic by his mother.

It was his expression when his mother discovered the wall he had covered with all the candy wrappers she had given him during her period of madness.

Coming to the Burrow is not bad, but compared to staying with my parents, it's like heaven and earth.

"You guys, come and help!" Neville looked over and saw Percy yelling at Ron.

He was talking about you, but Neville knew he was talking about Ron.

He, Draco, and Harry were all guests; Percy and the others wouldn't ask them to do anything.

And Ginny was the Weasley family's darling, Percy couldn't bear to part with her.

Sure enough, as soon as Neville's thoughts flashed through his mind, Ron tactfully walked over, grumbling as he went. Percy nodded approvingly at Ron's quick thinking.

"What's that?" Harry pointed to a huge chair.

That's big enough to seat several Ron.

You could even let him and Ginny roll around on it.

"Who else could have such a big chair?" Draco glanced at Harry with the look of someone looking at an idiot.

"Hagrid?" Neville nodded in sudden realization.

"So Hagrid's coming for lunch? Let me see—" Harry followed him into the room.

In the living room, Percy was waving his wand, and one by one, the tables and chairs were 'walked' to the center of the garden in an orderly fashion.

"Seven including Hagrid?" Harry looked at the grandfather clock in the corner, the hands of which belonged to Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, all pointing steadily to their work positions.

"Hagrid is coming?" Harry turned around and shouted to Ginny, Draco, Neville behind him.

"Why am I all alone? Where are Fred and George?" Ron also held up his wand, with knives, forks, and plates surrounding him like the moon orbiting the earth.

"Of course, we have serious business to attend to."

"Mom has already approved of our work."

"She discovered that our monthly income was higher than Dad's before."

"And we also read books when we are researching new products."

"Your grades won't be bad!" The fourth-floor window suddenly opened, and Fred and George's heads popped out.

"I made all those Smoke Bomb. I should have been slower. This isn't fair." Ron walked angrily toward the table and chairs that Percy had just set up.

Even under these circumstances, he still didn't ask Harry and the others for help.

Harry decided to swallow the idea that Fred and George were developing their own products, and that those products were selling well.

"I should have gone to help," Neville said awkwardly.

"Don't you dare, we can all use magic now."

These household chores can be done with a wave of a magic wand.

Harry didn't move either.

You know what kind of person Harry is.

If he could help, he would have done so already.

The reality is, if we guests help, Ron will get scolded by Mrs. Weasley instead."Draco shrugged beside him.

Harry nodded helplessly.

He suddenly regretted being able to use magic.

During last summer's summer vacation, while living in the Burrow, which strictly adhered to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, he, who was not allowed to use magic, had a reason to help with housework.

He was naturally good at this.

Life in the Dursley family taught him these things.

But now, because everyone can use magic.

Even the most difficult housework is just a matter of a curse.

He no longer had a reason to intervene.

In Mrs. Weasley's words, "It's already so simple, it's not right to make the guests do the work."

Although he was engaged to Ginny, in Mrs. Weasley's eyes he was still a guest who needed to be taken care of.

Or perhaps it's precisely because of his status as a future son-in-law that he's considered to need more care.

Fortunately, this mood didn't last long. As the green flames in the fireplace ignited, the arrival of a tall figure dispelled all the gloom.

It's Hagrid.

"Harry!" His thick beard couldn't hide his broad smile, and his small, beetle-like eyes were brimming with laughter.

The flames burning above his head made him look like a Weasley.

"Hephaestus!" Draco and Ron raised their hands to greet the flames above Hagrid's head.

"A talking flame!"

"Ron wasn't bragging after all."

"Mom, come and see!"

"It's alive," Fred and George exclaimed in surprise.

Percy, standing nearby, glanced at it intently, pondering what kind of spell could produce such an effect.

"What's wrong?" As stacks of delicious and abundant food flew onto the plates they had set out beforehand, Mrs. Weasley rubbed her hands together and slowly walked out.

"Rubeus Hagrid! Why are you here so early?"

I also have a pot of onion soup cooking.

Is this Hephaestus?

"This is the first time I've seen him like this." Mrs. Weasley glanced at the top of Hagrid's head in surprise.

What's surprising is that the flames are alive, or that Hagrid's hair is completely intact, making him look like Weasley.

Harry would dare say that the moment Mrs. Weasley saw Hagrid, she was probably wondering which relative the man in front of her was.

"Isn't it cute!" Hagrid touched the flames in his hair.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley."

"And it's been so long since I've seen Ron, Draco, Harry, Ginny." The flames on Hagrid's head began to spread to the ground, transforming into a smaller fire-humanoid figure, from which came a childish voice.

"Hello, little one." Mrs. Weasley patted Hephaestus on the head.

I've been watching the news and messages in the authors' group.

I was originally planning to take a day off, but I still rushed to finish it.

Today is a special day. I want to say something, but I'm afraid of crossing a line. Sigh.

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