"You've already opened the Golden Eggs? Brilliant! How did you do it?" Hagrid said excitedly after learning why Harry and the others had come to see him.
"It's actually quite simple. You just... oof..." Ron instinctively started to answer, only for Hermione to kick him and then glance at the lavish spread on the small wooden table beside them.
Ron understood at once.
Before this, or if it had been about anything else, there would of course have been no problem telling Hagrid. After all, Hagrid was a good friend of theirs.
But they couldn't do that now.
Hagrid was getting a little too close to Madame Maxime. If they told him, Madame Maxime would probably hear about it right afterward.
And Beauxbatons was competing against Harry and the others now. Every extra day they could keep that information from them was an enormous advantage for Harry's side.
Hagrid noticed their expressions too, then followed Hermione's gaze to the unfinished food Madame Maxime had brought over. He immediately understood what they meant.
He wasn't angry. He knew perfectly well that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He could hardly blame Harry and the others for being wary of him.
"All right, all right, I won't ask," Hagrid said with a hearty laugh.
Harry noticed that not only did Hagrid show no sign of anger, but his emotional perception told him that Hagrid seemed a little... pleased with himself?
Ron didn't have Harry's ability and said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, Hagrid. It's just, well, you know. I don't even dare talk freely to Bill now."
Bill Weasley.
Ron's eldest brother had danced with Fleur Delacour from the middle of the Yule Ball onward. Then, during the latter half of the ball, the two seemed to have gone out together, only returning after