A Mojito for Me
Hagrid's fields were filled with pumpkins, each one the size of a small cart.
William, Hermione, and Anne, bored out of their minds, squatted on the largest pumpkin, watching the three snails move house.
Soon, this family of three had a new name:
Hermione Stark, William Granger, and Anne Granger.
After the three chose their preferred snails, they began placing bets. Whoever's snail reached its destination last would be the biggest winner.
The reward is a bucket of Fizzing Whizbees.
When Hermione's "William Granger" finally reached the end of the pumpkin, the procession carrying the coffin... oops, I mean the wedding party, finally arrived.
Six lurking, Acromantula emerged from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
They carried the ebony coffins, swaying and crawling over as if performing a joyful dance.
The movements were exceptionally precise; it was clear they had received professional training.
The coffin also has a unique style, designed as a flip-top.
William originally wanted it to be a slider because he thought it would be cooler, but Hagrid insisted that Norbert preferred a flip phone.
This is a matter of personal aesthetics. If it weren't for the technological limitations, William would have liked to add a piece of glass to the coffin and make it a full-screen display.
I can't speak for anything else, but I can at least guarantee that this style will remain timeless for thirty years!
"To be buried here, Hagrid, in your pumpkin patch?"
Hermione stood up; her legs were numb from squatting for so long that she swayed and almost fell off the pumpkin.
William reached out, grabbed the girl's hand, gently pulled it back, and then casually half-embraced her.
Hermione glanced at Anne and, finding she hadn't noticed, breathed a sigh of relief.
Anne was still squatting on the pumpkin, her butt sticking out, staring intently at the giant Acromantula.
What Merlin strange creature this is!
That's so cool!
Anne's eyes widened in disbelief; she had never seen such Magical Creatures before.
"I think it would be better to bury him in the Forbidden Forest."
She turned her head and couldn't help but suggest, "We can go to the Forbidden Forest... Hmm, what are you two doing?"
"Nothing?" Hermione immediately released William's hand and tidied her bangs slightly.
Anne squinted, scrutinizing the two of them from head to toe with a critical look.
William changed the subject and asked, "Anne, do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest?"
Anne quickly shook her head and explained, "What I mean is, we don't need to go too deep... You guys have definitely never been to the Forbidden Forest, right...? Neither have I, aren't you curious?"
William and Hermione both shook their heads, saying in unison, "Not curious."
What's so special about the Forbidden Forest? It's a place I've been to countless times; who would be curious about it?
"... Never even been to the Forbidden Forest, how utterly boring."
Anne muttered twice. "Haven't you heard? Hogwarts experience without visiting the Forbidden Forest is incomplete."
William rolled his eyes.
That statement was spread by online trolls he hired!
The following line adds. "Akali's Mystery Shop lets you experience the tension and excitement of the Forbidden Forest without leaving home."
The real purpose is to trick... cough cough, to encourage everyone to buy more prank items from Akali's Mystery Shop.
For example... the upcoming Spider Trap Egg.
"No," Hagrid finally finished digging the hole, choking back tears, "You can't go to the Forbidden Forest. It's fine here. I think Norbert will like it."
Hagrid placed the dragon horns inside Norbert's flip phone, along with some chubby chicken plush toys, to keep him company on his journey to the afterlife.
Hagrid also told Norbert that if he got hungry, he should eat whatever he wanted and not be shy.
William waved his wand, and the coffin slowly fell into the grave.
This tomb is quite elaborate, featuring a rare sunny luxury home with a double bathroom, a large living room, and a duplex design!
Six Acromantula immediately rushed forward like lackeys, digging through the soil and covering the pit.
Anne clicked her tongue in amazement.
I wonder who trained these spiders; they're so obedient.
Hagrid's tears streamed down his face again from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.
Acromantula can't shed tears, they spray venom instead, using it as a temporary substitute.
This is the legendary "crying at the grave"!
Just two words.
Major!
Seeing this scene, William felt more like laughing than sad.
There's no way around it; anyone who has fought a fire dragon like Norbert wouldn't feel sad about its death.
However, William did indeed like Norbert, though... he meant purely physical attraction.
After paying their respects to Norbert, the group returned to Hagrid's Hut.
Hagrid slumped into a large chair, wiping away his tears with a handkerchief.
Fang, who had been hiding inside the house during the funeral, immediately ran over.
As usual, it rested its head on William's lap, wagging its tail frantically, begging for treats.
After eating William's portion, it will then go begging for jerky from Hermione and Anne.
Hagrid picked up the half-finished whiskey from the table and chugged it down in large gulps, looking utterly heartbroken.
"You can't drink alcohol, so how about some pine needle tea?" Hagrid asked.
"I brought Caramel Macchiato." Anne took out a large cup and said, "Brother, Hermione, would you like some?"
"No need, I brought a bottle of Mojito."
William took a bottle of low-alcohol cocktail from the Safety Watch.
"William, I'll have one too," Hermione said with a wink and a smile.
Anne: "..."
She watched the two clink glasses lightly, and suddenly realized that her macchiato... wasn't sweet anymore.
"Hagrid, what's wrong?" William asked after taking a small sip.
"Dumbledore wrote to me saying that Malfoy had found the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures," Hagrid said. "They'll definitely kill Buckbeak..."
Buckbeak is the Hippogriff that bit Malfoy during the first Care of Magical Creatures.
William and Hermione exchanged a glance, and Hermione couldn't help but comfort him, "Hagrid, there might still be a chance. Dumbledore will help too."
"Perhaps... but I'm not optimistic," Hagrid said sadly. "I've already lost Norbert, and I don't want to lose Buckbeak too."
"This feeling is awful; it almost reminds me of when my father passed away."
"I haven't shown you my dad's picture yet, have I? It's here..."
Hagrid swayed to his feet, walked to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a photograph.
Above was a short wizard with eyes just like Hagrid's, dark and narrowed to slits. He sat on Hagrid's shoulders, laughing happily.
Judging from the apple tree next to him, Hagrid was over two meters tall, but his face was young, full, and smooth, without a beard—he looked no more than eleven years old.
Wow, over two meters tall at eleven years old... With that physique... he should go play basketball, there'd be no chance for Lee Jordan.
"This photo was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts," Hagrid said hoarsely. "My father was overjoyed... He thought I would never become a wizard."
You might not know this, but my mother... was actually a... Giant.
Hagrid, drunk, kept talking about his parents.
"Hagrid, you're drunk. Don't tell anyone about this," William said seriously.
Discrimination in the Wizarding World is far more severe than imagined.
Many Pure-blood wizard discriminate against Muggle-born wizard, let alone Half-blood Giant Hagrid.
It's truly remarkable that Hagrid, with his gossipy nature, managed to keep this secret for so many years. Dumbledore have cleaned up his messes countless times.
"I know... but you three little ones, you're all fine..." Hagrid opened another bottle of whiskey.
Overall, Hagrid's father was also a magical wizard.
How could someone who's only 1.6 meters tall have a relationship with Giant and have a child?
While the Giant was asleep?
This might be larger.
For the Giant, it was probably like being bitten by a mosquito; she wouldn't even feel it...
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