Wedding in a Dream

The room was now filled with a joyful atmosphere once again.

It's always fun to make fun of the little quirks of close and famous people.

However, Harry suddenly thought of another question.

He looked at Hagrid, "Why don't you ask Ryan?"

You should know that he has two girlfriends.

His advice is probably more reliable than ours, the honest folks.

Draco Lian and Ron Lian nodded. They agreed with this "we".

However, they did not know.

Harry fantasized about the Ravenclaw ghost and his teammate Cho Chang, and almost fell in love with a young Bella.

"Ryan? He has two girlfriends? Who else is she besides Hermione?" Hagrid exclaimed in surprise, tearing off a tuft of his beard.

He then whispered, "This must be inherited from George."

I never thought he was a good person back then.

He married Lucia.

They stole the Ravenclaw Flower!

Draco, whose ears twitched slightly, nodded.

He guessed that the man named George must be Ryan Smith's father, Lucia must be his mother.

Moreover, this Lucia was quite famous in Ravenclaw back then.

On the other side, Hagrid's little black eyes sparkled with excitement. "Besides, I'm an honest man too."

Over the years, he has consistently maintained a daily routine of patrolling the Forbidden Forest and shooting three hundred arrows.

It binds one's own desires.

To say I don't want to would be a lie.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed Professor McGonagall while drunk.

Right now, Ryan's skills in teaching his girlfriend have firmly locked his mind in place.

He seemed to see himself in the Forbidden Forest.

The centaurs, led by Magellan and Ronan, surrounded him and Maxime.

On the surrounding towering trees, Aragog and Arasped led the Acromantula as they spun their webs and moved through the trees.

Hephaestus burned in the center of the net, bringing light to the feast.

Buckbeak appeared in the forest, leading a Hippogriff and Thestral carrying Dumbledore and the Order of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry summons the Nether Dragon from the mirror.

Following behind were various beautiful and Care of Magical Creatures —the fastest flying dragon, the Peruvian Vipertooth; the most beautiful Opaleye with silvery-blue scales, the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon; the elegant Sphinx; and the ferocious Sphinx with Manticore.

His mother, who had fled back to the Giant Tribe, appeared behind him, fully dressed.

He stood in the center of the crowd, facing Maxime had changed into a snow-white wedding suit.

He said softly, "Starting at fifteen, I will patrol the Forbidden Forest and shoot arrows 300 times a day. This number has kept me in check and prevented me from having any wild thoughts. From today onwards, I will use you as my guide."

"Hagrid, Hagrid, Hagrid." Hagrid was jolted awake from his reverie. Before him stood not the beautiful and charming Madame Maxime, adorned with a crown and a thin veil, but Ron's long face and his deadly three calls.

"What?" Hagrid, who had just been jolted awake from a sweet dream, couldn't help but sound a little gruff.

But Ron didn't care at all, "You haven't said whether you want to learn from Ryan yet."

"Just because of this?" Hagrid was speechless, but he still replied, "How are we supposed to learn?"

He is like a noble Phoenix.

We Augurey (known as Ireland Phoenix) shouldn't expect to be loved by people just by flapping our wings like the Phoenix.

All we can do is hide our maddening howls.

Let us win people's favor with our barely-not-quite-beautiful feathers.

Hagrid's words seemed to be filled with bitterness.

He probably had a girl he liked when he was young.

However, his rudeness, appearance, and undignified job—these maddening "singing" features prevented him from standing out from the Augurey.

It is thus known as the Ireland Phoenix.

Thinking this, Harry finally couldn't help but comfort Hagrid, saying, "Things are different now."

You have Madame Maxime now. It's all in the past.

You are no longer a 'Augurey,' but an 'Ireland Phoenix.'

"What do you mean by 'the past'?" Hagrid asked, bewildered. "The only person I've ever truly loved since I was born is Maxime."

"Impossible! What were you doing when you were young?" Harry asked incredulously.

Draco and Ron showed the same expression.

Hagrid was a little embarrassed by this. "Hey! Rampaging Gorgon!"

When I was young—hehe, you can just listen to that.

Don't learn from this.

Aside from school, I spent the rest of my time on my hobbies—hiding wolf cubs under the bed, wrestling with Troll in the Forbidden Forest, hunting with centaurs, and raising Aragog.

As you'll see later, I was expelled because of Aragog.

Break the magic wand.

Dumbledore took me in.

They gave me a job as a guard at the hunting grounds.

No, back then the hunting grounds were still guarded by Old Ogg, and I was his assistant.

But at that time, I was more focused on continuing my studies with Professor Kettleburn, which was my primary interest in Care of Magical Creatures.

As for the days that follow.

It's just about patrolling the Forbidden Forest and checking on Aragog and the other little cuties.

Another activity was hunting.

That's where the ham, pheasant, and ferret sandwiches that hang on my ceiling came from.

Oh, and I also enjoy studying cooking.

Besides the weasel sandwich I just mentioned, the Rock Cakes, weasel sandwiches, black tea, and dandelion juice you're eating and drinking are all homemade.

"So, you haven't thought about finding a girlfriend in the past forty years?" Draco looked at Hagrid with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

He couldn't understand how Hagrid, with his strong physique, managed to release all that excess energy during his adolescence and into adulthood.

"You've miscalculated; it should be over sixty years," Hagrid replied.

Ron: "What! Hagrid, you're over sixty?"

Harry: "When were you born?"

"December 6, 1928".

"You're almost 65?" Harry couldn't help but rub his eyes.

He looked at Hagrid's round face, full of collagen and without a single wrinkle.

If it weren't for Hagrid's big beard, he could easily be mistaken for a teenager.

But Hagrid is so old.

If a child is born too early, he could be his grandfather by now.

He still thought Hagrid was only a few years older than his father.

It's unbelievable that there's a 30-year gap.

Hagrid said irritably, "Are you all confused?"

Didn't you already know Voldemort's identity— Tom Riddle?

When I Third Year, he was in fifth grade.

He's the one who reported me for raising Aragog.

"We know you know Voldemort."

But this was an unexpected realization. Ron felt a sudden surge of respect, then asked somewhat evasively, "What were your feelings when you saw Professor Riddle?"

"I don't feel anything!"

Professor Dumbledore said so.

The Riddle of the past, through the Horcrux, stripped away his still somewhat good qualities.

He became Voldemort.

The current Riddle is the embodiment of those good qualities.

You might not believe it.

Voldemort used to be a good student.

Almost all the professors liked him.

But Dumbledore saw in him a dangerous, crazy, and reckless side.

As expected, Dumbledore was right.

He abandoned the qualities that could have made him a great wizard.

He chose to become a Dark Wizard.

The most evil Dark Wizard.