Harry was very depressed and wanted to come to Hogsmeade to relax.
But here he saw Qiu Zhang and Cedric drinking tea sweetly in the teahouse. Harry had never seen that coquettish and playful look.
He knew there was no hope for him, and he was dragged to the tavern by Hermione just as he was relieved.
Here he saw Hagrid, who had new wounds on his face and was drinking wine as depressedly as Harry.
"Uh, Hagrid, how are you?" Harry looked at the bruised face.
"Me?" Hagrid said, "I'm fine, Harry, Hermione, I'm fine."
When he said this, Hagrid's eyes were still staring at the wine glass. He was not at all as good as he said.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
After a moment of silence, Hagrid suddenly said: "We're about the same, aren't we, Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry was a little confused.
"Well...I said before...we are all outsiders," Hagrid nodded to himself, "We are all orphans, well, we are all orphans."
He took a swig of wine.
"Having a good family makes a big difference," he must have encountered something. "My father is good, and so are your parents. If they were alive, life would be different, right?"
Hagrid wanted answers, and Hermione was keenly aware of Hagrid's depressed mood.
"Maybe." Harry also noticed it, so he answered very cautiously.
"Family," Hagrid said darkly, "blood is important, no matter what you say."
At this time, Hagrid seemed to be depressed, wiping away a drop of blood from his eyes.
Now Hermione couldn't sit still, and she asked sharply: "Hagrid, where did you get these injuries?"
"What injury?" Hagrid wanted to pretend to be confused.
But Hermione was not Ron. She pointed at that face and said, "Both of them!"
"It's just normal bumps and bruises," Hagrid tried to cover up, "I do rough work."
He didn't want to be questioned further, so he put down his wine glass and left.
"Hey hey hey, look who this is?"
Malfoy walked in with a disapproving step.
Staring at Harry, he said sarcastically: "Potter, where is your little follower Weasley?"
"Malfoy, I'm in a bad mood today." Harry stood up and stared at Malfoy.
Neither of them gave in to the other, and Hagrid was also delayed.
"Are you Harry Potter?"
A surprised voice sounded, and the white-haired man looked at Harry's forehead and shouted.
Harry turned around and saw the man getting up and walking over, shaking Harry's hand.
"Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, nice to meet you."
Hermione also discovered that this was her target this time.
"The Quibbler? That funny magazine?" Malfoy shook his head and laughed strangely, "Potter, are you going to be a funny star?"
"I'm not..." Harry was about to retort when Hermione pulled him.
Hermione looked at Mr. Lovegood, "Hello, Mr. Lovegood, I am Hermione Granger."
"I know you, my daughter's friend, Miss Granger, I'm here for an appointment." Mr. Lovegood was invited here by Hermione.
This seemed to be ironclad evidence that Harry was about to become a comedy star in a comedy magazine, making Harry turn pale.
"Harry Potter," Malfoy laughed.
Harry said irritably: "I'm not, Malfoy!"
No one can underestimate Malfoy's offensive power.
Hermione was getting annoyed, and Hagrid growled, "That's enough."
Hagrid's height was quite intimidating, so Malfoy took half a step back.
Hit someone in the back.
Hagrid, who was still aggressive at first, immediately turned his head away when he saw the person behind Malfoy and wanted to leave quickly.
John took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead throbbing, "Hagrid."
"Y-John." Hagrid was very embarrassed.
Seeing Hagrid's face that started to change soon after treatment, John felt that he needed to go to the Forbidden Forest to see what Hagrid was raising in it.
"I bought you some healing medicine," John said expressionlessly, "and put it in the cabinet next to the armor."
"Oh, okay, I understand." Hagrid immediately walked out of the tavern like a student who was caught playing outside class.
With such a embarrassed look, those who didn't know it thought there was a fire dragon burning his butt behind.
Turning around to see Hermione, John greeted her, "Hermione, what are you doing?"
"Hi, John."
An ethereal singing-like voice sounded, and Luna seemed to be delayed for a while.
She tilted her head, feeling confused and trance-like.
"Luna," John looked at Luna, then at Hermione, and asked, "Have you made an appointment?"
Hermione nodded, John waved his hand and said, "Then we'll leave first."
Nodding to Mr. Lovegood, John and Malfoy left the tavern.
"Bye, John." Luna waved her little hand, and the larger-than-life Snorlax popped out of her pocket.
Mr. Lovegood was surprised: "He is John Wick? He is really young."
"John is a very good man," Luna told her father.
Harry still didn't understand the situation and asked, "What is going on now."
They sat down and Hermione said to Harry seriously, "Mr. Lovegood is here to help us and let everyone know the truth."
"What truth?" Harry was still a little unclear.
Luna said in a daze: "That person is back."
"The Ministry of Magic never mentioned it," Hermione said.
Harry understood that he wanted to expose this matter to himself, just like Dumbledore.
The Ministry of Magic didn't say anything, so Dumbledore could only announce it alone, and the pain in his scar last time made Harry even more uneasy.
Hermione was there for Harry, to alert people to the return of Voldemort.
Mr. Lovegood is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, which, although not as influential as the Daily Prophet, still has considerable influence.
If Harry wants to support Dumbledore, this is undoubtedly the best choice.
...
The journey to Hogsmeade is over.
John returns to the castle, where Malfoy is still making fun of Harry for becoming a comedy star.
After Daphne returned, he stopped laughing.
Daphne: Steal my sister, and take John away too!
The aftermath was quite tragic. Malfoy was hung with an upside-down golden clock for more than an hour.
The more Astoria couldn't bear it, the more cruel Daphne became.
John shook his head, this is called life's impermanence.
When Malfoy was put down, his whole face was red, congested, and his head was dizzy.
At night.
In the Star Club, John turned his attention to the still boiling metallic liquid.
He took a box from the drawer, opened it, and took out the contents.
As he put things into the crucible, the original metallic liquid quickly disappeared.
It was like something had eaten all the liquid.
He slit his wrist and blood flowed into it.
A large stream of white smoke floated out from inside, filling the entire Star Club in an instant.
After a few seconds, the white smoke stagnated, as if the pause button had been pressed.
The white smoke began to reverse and penetrate into the pot of metallic liquid again.
John stopped bleeding as the metallic color turned red.
His face turned pale and he walked out of the weapons arsenal.
He lost so much blood that he missed his step and hit his head on the steps. It took him a while to get up again.
He went to the Qunxing Club and took out a bottle of Qunxing. He took two sips before he felt better.
The wound on the wrist began to heal under the magic, leaving a white mark there.
He poured another sip of wine into his mouth, and the magic power was added to his body, finally making his face less scary.
He walked to the round table and sat down, looking up at the dome.
The starry sky-like dome sparkles with many stars.
very beautiful.
He relaxed his body, leaned back on the chair, and let his left hand hang down relaxedly.
A golden chain hangs on the wrist, with a small and exquisite hourglass trailing underneath.
After staring at the starry sky for a while, John rubbed his eyebrows.
The badge trembled slightly, and when he tapped it with his fingers, he saw the message pop up.
His lips opened and closed slightly, and a faint voice sounded in the Star Club.
"Soon."
He fell asleep in the Star Club.
When he woke up the next day, an owl flew into the Great Hall and landed in front of Malfoy.
An item that Malfoy would not have subscribed to before was taken down with gusto.
John glanced at it. It was The Quibbler.
Malfoy said, "I want to see if Potter is really going to be a comedy star."
He rubbed his hands and opened "The Quibbler."
"Harry Potter tells the truth: The night I saw You-Know-Who come to life."
When Malfoy saw the title, Gryffindor also received several letters from owls.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
