"I am Rubeus Hagrid, Gamekeeper and Keykeeper of Hogwarts."
A giant over three meters tall with arms as thick as a human waist cast a huge shadow. His loud voice made the chandelier tremble.
But the expression on his face is very kind, and there is a smiling face under his somewhat messy beard. His eyes are not big, but they are dark and shiny, and he is very energetic.
"What's wrong with you?"
Hagrid looked at Aunt Petunia, whose eyes were red and swollen, and the envelope in her hand.
"It seems you received your letter from Hogwarts. That's why I'm here."
"Please...please sit down."
Uncle Vernon, who had come back to his senses, pointed to the empty sofa beside him. Hagrid occupied a huge portion of the space with one swoop. Even when he was sitting down, he was more than three meters tall and his body like a city wall still made people very uncomfortable. A lot of pressure.
"Your name is Penny, right? I met you ten years ago."
After sitting down, Hagrid spoke to Aunt Petunia, "Maybe you didn't see me. I just picked Harry out from the ruins. It was so late at night that I was afraid of scaring you, so I didn't step forward."
"You rescued me...from the ruins?"
Harry asked hesitantly.
"It's about finding you. Your mother protected you very well and risked her life to protect you. I demolished the collapsed ruins and found you out of the pile of stones. There was magic that opened up space for you. That’s the last remnant of your mother.”
Hagrid pointed his thick finger at his forehead, Harry's forehead.
"Your scar is a symbol of your mother's protection of you, and it is also the mark left by that guy on you."
"Voldemort?"
The sofa under Hagrid's butt made an overwhelming noise as the giant sitting on it shook violently.
"Yes." Hagrid nodded with a stiff expression, "Very few people in the magic world would say his name directly. We call him Mysterious Man."
"You-Know-Who?" Harry twitched the corner of his mouth. When he heard the word, Harry felt a weird emotion that was difficult to understand. "I really don't know who he is. Maybe he is a A heinous villain, a scumbag who has done all kinds of bad things, a crazy dictator and butcher."
"But at least you shouldn't... at least you shouldn't lose courage. He has failed. He is not invincible. I don't understand why you are afraid of someone who has disappeared."
"You don't know what that guy did." Hagrid quickly explained, "Not everyone has lost... their courage."
"What did he do, genocide? Millions of people died at his hands?"
Hagrid shook his head slightly. There were not so many wizards in the magic world combined.
"What about human experiments? Dissect people without injecting anesthetics, experiment with erosive poisonous gas on people, watch their skin fester and muscles melt, or inject them with viruses, create burns, and then study how to cure them?"
Hagrid continued to shake his head. Inexplicably, some strange images appeared in his mind, which made him shudder.
"Then what did he do?" Harry asked seriously, looking into Hagrid's eyes.
"he...."
Hagrid originally wanted to say: The mysterious man killed many innocent people and tortured many people who disobeyed him with the Cruciatus Curse, but when the words came to his lips, Hagrid didn't know why he couldn't say them out.
Harry opened a large tome, an illustrated "NC War Crimes Record", and showed the black and white photos to Hagrid.
"Perhaps we, who do not belong to the magical world, have achieved a sad victory in exterminating humanity."
Harry pushed the book into Hagrid's arms, "You can look at it. It contains a whole hell. Your so-called mysterious man, is he really that scary?"
"You will not dare to mention his name in ten years."
"You should be braver, big man. You are ten times stronger than me. You should be braver than me." Harry stared into Hagrid's eyes, "right?"
"You dug me out of the rubble, and you should have seen my heroic parents who died in front of me."
Hagrid fell silent under this firm gaze.
"Yes......"
Hagrid stared at the black and white photos of the illustrations on the pages. It was clear that the people in these photos did not move, they were just frozen, but he seemed to see countless pairs of desperate and numb eyes staring at him. This drawing of hell was soaked in the destructive human nature. of cruelty.
"Yes....Voldemort."
He said the name, but without trembling, because there was a more terrifying picture in his heart. He dismissed the so-called terror of the Dark Lord with disdain. Simple torture and death were not worth mentioning in front of the picture of the annihilation of humanity. .
Perhaps the small wizarding world cannot bring about the big picture, even if it is fear.
"There's one last thing I want to ask you, Hagrid."
"What's the matter?" Hagrid put away the book Harry handed him and put it into his bottomless pocket.
"Is there a monument?"
"What?"
Harry waved his hand when he saw the confusion on Hagrid's face.
"Looks like I need to go there, Aunt Petunia."
Harry sat down again and sat next to Petunia, "I have to go there, whether it's for myself or my parents."
"Sorry Dudley, Smelting, you can only go alone, but when I grow up and graduate there, I should be seventeen, right?" Harry glanced at Hagrid and saw him click. Nodding, "If I still have time at that time, Nu Niang might be able to go to the Royal Military Academy with you. I wasn't even eighteen years old at that time."
"I'm waiting for you, brother."
Dudley hammered his chest and nodded to Harry.
Things that I thought would take a lot of effort were finalized in a short period of time. Harry worked vigorously and resolutely. After carefully asking about the necessary knowledge for admission, at nine o'clock in the morning, Harry and Hagrid Standing on the small garden path of the Dursley's house, they were going to Diagon Alley to purchase some necessary items for school.
Uncle Vernon's car couldn't fit Hagrid in, so they had to go to the nearest station and go to London the Muggle way. Muggles refer to people who can't use magic.
With Hagrid around, no matter how crowded public transportation is, there won't be any big problems. People will actively avoid this huge man. Even if they can't get out of the way, Hagrid can easily squeeze out a way. Harry can only Just follow him if you need to.
After struggling for almost two hours, they finally arrived near their destination. This was an old commercial street with dense pedestrians. There was music coming from the record store, but it was not very clear.
"The Leaky Cauldron has a door that cannot be seen by Muggles, but occasionally people may enter by mistake. This is a very famous place."
Hagrid pushed open a wooden door that seemed to be hidden next to the record store and was subconsciously ignored by passers-by. He bent down and walked in, followed closely by Harry.
What you see is a dimly lit hall, with many oddly dressed drinkers sitting here. There are a few wrinkled old women drinking sherry in the corner. One of them is smoking a long pipe and spitting out pungent green smoke. , the environment here cannot be described as dirty, the floor that feels like shit is covered with a thick carpet of bacteria, and has a disgusting stickiness.
"The floors haven't been washed in decades, Hagrid?"
Harry rubbed his boots and frowned.
"Maybe." Hagrid shrugged indifferently. Anyway, it was already like this when he first came here.
The people in the bar seemed to be very familiar with Hagrid. Everyone who saw him smiled and said hello to him.
"Follow the old rules, Hagrid?" the bar owner behind the bar asked Hagrid loudly, the wrinkles on his face as dry as a walnut stretched out.
"No, Tom, I'm running errands for Hogwarts." Hagrid tapped his boss Tom on the shoulder with his huge palm. He couldn't avoid it and was almost pushed down.
"Oh my God!" The bar owner looked at Harry at the side after standing up, and said carefully, "Is this - could this be -"
The bar suddenly fell silent.
"Ouch!" whispered the boss Tom, "Harry Potter - such a pleasure!"
He quickly came out from behind the bar, ran toward the sea, grabbed his hand, and burst into tears with excitement.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."
Everyone's eyes were on Harry. People stood up excitedly. The sound of chairs being pulled out was heard everywhere. People wanted to come up and shake hands with Harry. Hagrid was smiling on the side, but Harry's face was a little cold.
"Voldemort."
The bar that had just been bustling was frozen as if it had been hit by a Siberian cold wave.
"It seems that there are still only a few people with courage."
Harry stepped forward, "It has been ten years, right? Where are those who dared to stand up against the darkness and evil?"
His gaze swept across the entire audience, and no one dared to look at him.
"Let's go, Hagrid." Harry looked back with some disappointment.
Hagrid followed Harry's footsteps, and they walked deep into the Leaky Cauldron, behind the eyes of the crowd.
