Hagrid, Hulk, and Grawp had all been drafted into service.
They worked hard hauling timber supplied by the centaurs of the Forbidden Forest.
The centaurs believed Hagrid would damage the forest, so they insisted on doing the cutting themselves.
In truth, it was a roundabout way of backing down.
If not for Hogwarts, their people would have died at the hands of the Wild Hunt.
Wizards had always built houses faster than Muggles.
With magic's help, Hagrid's Hut became a large house.
Even Grawp could squeeze himself inside.
Hulk brought over his sofa and put it right in the middle.
Hagrid snapped, "That's my spot."
Hulk walked off, muttering curses.
Hagrid set down his own sofa and was just about to sit down contentedly when it vanished.
He landed on his backside on the floor, then stood up, scratching his head.
John covered his face. "Aren't you going to put anything else in here?"
The place was empty, with a jumble of fantastic beast materials and odds and ends he couldn't bear to throw away piled by the door.
John wasn't particularly good at tidying up either, so he brought in an expert.
The moment Pheobe stepped inside, she pinched her nose and scrunched up her pretty face.
"It smells like a wild animal in here."
Unable to stand the smell, she ordered Hagrid and Hulk outside and sprayed every corner with Deodorizer bought from the Department Store.
Even Hagrid wasn't spared. Most of the stench came from him.
After years of working with fantastic beasts, Hagrid had developed the habit of leaving their scent on himself so he could approach them more easily.
As a result, he carried a strange smell all year round.
John had spent so much time around Hagrid that he was used to it, but