Most people could not handle Hagrid's enthusiasm.
With his half-giant blood, Hagrid had a build even larger than the Hulk's and enough superhuman strength to pin down a rampaging Hippogriff with his bare hands.
An enthusiastic hug from him would shatter an ordinary person's bones.
Professor Flitwick, standing beside John, jumped in fright at the sight of Hagrid's excitement.
Poor Professor Flitwick, with his small, nimble body, was the last person who could afford to let Hagrid get his hands on him.
"Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick." John did not forget to greet the other two Heads of House.
Professor Sprout was the Head of Hufflepuff and the former Herbology professor. She had now stepped back from the front lines, occasionally helping Neville when he needed it.
She spent most of her time working in the greenhouses at Hogwarts.
Thanks to certain policies in the Wizarding Kingdom, this master of Herbology with extensive teaching experience could enjoy her life.
In her spare time, she had also put together a new method for cultivating mandrakes. It had earned tremendous acclaim in Herbology journals and increased the yield of the notoriously low-producing plants.
The International Magic Technology Research Institute had awarded her the Flamel Medal in recognition of her achievements.
The people in the Potions Department had proposed more than once that Professor Sprout continue putting her talents to use in Herbology.
After all, the biggest beneficiaries of advances in Herbology were those Potions Masters.
At least they no longer had to beat each other bloody over the supply of mandrakes.
Those Potions Masters showed no mercy, even to their own. Apparently, one student had even fought his teacher over who would get the last mandrake.
Even the retired Slughorn kept receiving invitations.
Word had it that he had become so frightened that