Hagrid delivered the goods in person.
John looked at the raw Dimmock Gold ore. Several times, he nearly spoke, but in the end, he never asked.
Hagrid saw nothing strange about it. Rubbing his belly, he asked, "Do you need anything else, John?"
John asked indirectly, "Do you happen to own a spaceship?"
Hagrid scratched his head. "A spaceship? What's that?"
"Nothing." John patted Hagrid's belly and said, "This is enough. Don't you have classes to teach today?"
"Oh, I'm here to find some fantastic beasts for their lessons."
Hagrid's eyes searched around John, who said flatly, "Aurelion has already been sent to Dragon Castle."
"Ah, what a shame." Hagrid looked disappointed.
He had fallen in love with Aurelion at first sight last time and had been thinking about how he could study that unusual dragon ever since.
Still, on second thought, it was good that Aurelion could stay safe at Dragon Castle.
Hagrid grinned without a care in the world. That personality of his made him very likable.
John asked about his wedding to Madame Maxime, and Hagrid said bashfully, "Olympe thinks we should have the wedding in Paris."
Having a wedding at their age-Parisians really were romantic.
John nodded. "I'll be at the wedding."
Hagrid said delightedly, "That would be wonderful. Olympe really hopes you'll come."
After all, Madame Maxime's greatest regret was that the Wizard King had not graduated from Beauxbatons.
Ever conscious of appearances, Madame Maxime now publicly claimed that Beauxbatons was one of the Wizard King's alma maters.
The other schools' response was essentially, if she was going to claim a connection like that, she could hardly blame them for saying the Wizard King had attended their schools too.
The Dimmock Gold was sent off for refining.
There was a sizable amount, but it might