"Have a piece, bro."
When he saw Harry in the afternoon, Dudley was picking up the teapot and drinking all the black tea in one gulp, then handed him a biscuit.
"Thank you." Harry took the cookie and ate it.
Dudley handed another biscuit to Hermione: "Hermione, do you want it?"
"I've eaten." Hermione shook her head, pretending to be casual, and glanced at the cookies from time to time.
Her instinct told her that this biscuit definitely did not come from the Hogwarts kitchen.
"It tastes pretty good. Brother D, did you make it?" After one biscuit, Harry felt he was not full and took a second one from Dudley.
"You know, I'm not good with sweets. These were given to me by my Slytherin seniors."
Dudley picked up another piece and ate it.
Pansy didn't know how to make black tea or biscuits, so she found some seniors who were good at making snacks to make them for Dudley.
He does not mean that.
Hermione suddenly asked: "Dudley, do you like biscuits?"
"No, I always like to chew something when I'm bored."
After eating the last biscuit and hearing the system experience +2 prompt, Dudley narrowed his eyes in comfort.
There was no baguette at Hogwarts, or the baguette at Hogwarts was not strong enough, which made Dudley very uncomfortable.
Life without a teething stick is really hard.
A group of three people left the castle and walked through a field. They saw a small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This was Hagrid's house. A stone bow and a pair of rubber galoshes hung in front of the door.
Hogwarts does not prohibit young wizards from walking around the castle as long as they do not go to the Forbidden Forest.
Harry knocked on the wooden door, and they heard a nervous struggle and several low barks coming from the house. Then came Hagrid's irritating voice: "Back up, Fang, back up."
With a slight tremor on the ground, the wooden door opened a crack, revealing Hagrid's big, bearded face.
Hagrid was very happy after seeing Harry, Dudley and Hermione.
"I thought you wouldn't come... Oh, I mean you're finally here." Hagrid said awkwardly. His language organization and expression skills were always very poor, but it was clear that he was very happy.
Hagrid is still very talkative without touching certain points.
He quickly invited the three people in.
Although it looks like a small wooden house from the outside, the space inside is actually much larger than the outside. It is obvious that the house has been cast with a traceless stretching spell, otherwise it would not be enough for a big man with Hagrid's physique.
"Professor Dumbledore helped me get it. It's not bad." Hagrid said quietly.
Entering the hut gave the three of them the illusion that they were in a kingdom of giants. Almost all daily necessities were two or three times larger than those of normal wizards.
Even with Dudley's physique, sitting on a stool felt like a child sitting on a big stool, let alone Harry and Hermione, whose feet were still a little above the floor when sitting on the stool.
Although it was cast under a traceless stretching spell, there was only one room in the hut, with hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle boiling water in a brazier, and a large bed in the corner with a bedding patchwork of rags.
Next to the table, there was a big, ferocious-looking dog lying down.
Hagrid's pet, Fang.
A guy who looks fierce but is actually a coward.
When the three of them entered the room, they looked up and glanced at the three of them. Perhaps they felt that the three of them were not in danger, so they lay down and continued to sleep.
"This is Hermione."
Harry introduced to Hagrid.
"Hello."
Hagrid said hello and was busy at the same time. He was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting some rock-shaped biscuits the size of a small basin on the dinner plate.
In fact, these 'tiny' cookies live up to their looks.
This thing has a name that sounds hard but tastes even harder - rock crust pie.
Seeing Hagrid's enthusiasm, Hermione and Harry were too embarrassed to refuse. They just regarded it as a bigger pastry and each picked up a piece and put it in their mouths.
"so hard..."
One bite almost knocked out the back molars of both of them.
It feels like I'm not eating biscuits, but really eating rocks.
Harry calmly put the rock biscuit back. Hermione wanted to follow suit and took it just in time to be seen by Hagrid.
"Are the cookies not to your liking?"
Hagrid looked at Hermione pitifully. This rock cake was the best thing Hagrid could entertain at home.
"I think..."
Hermione couldn't bear it, but she didn't want her teeth to suffer. She tried hard to think of how to explain so that Hagrid wouldn't be sad.
"Creak...Creak...Creak..."
At this moment, there was a scratching sound in my ears, and I thought someone was sharpening a knife or sawing wood.
Hermione followed the sound blankly and found that Dudley was chewing. At this time, he had already eaten half of the rock cake.
this...
At this time, Hermione's mood could no longer be described as shocked.
Her father's comments about Dudley's teeth also echoed in her mind.
That's not a tooth, it's a hydraulic press.
I've never seen anything he couldn't chew into.
I thought it was an exaggeration from my father, but I didn't expect it to be true.
"The cookies taste good, I like them very much."
Dudley slowly ate a piece of rock biscuit and commented with unfinished content: "You are very talented as a chef, Hagrid."
You’ve found it, the replacement for the baguette, the new teething stick, it’s your rock pie!
"Really? I'm so happy, I thought my cooking wasn't delicious."
Hagrid was as happy as a child when he heard that the dessert he made was highly praised.
Then his eyes fell on Hermione, or to be precise, the rock pie in her hand.
He wanted more recognition.
"I mean I'm losing weight. Dudley likes to eat this." Hermione was startled and quickly reacted. She quickly took a bite, but it didn't move, leaving only a layer of shallow teeth marks on the rock skin. The pie was thrust into Dudley's hand.
That kind of food is something you must never touch.
As witty as I am.
Dudley was not polite. He happened to not be satisfied with one piece, so he picked up the rock cake that Hermione gave him and started eating it.
"I like the taste very much."
I don’t know if he was referring to food or something else.
Thinking of something, Hermione's little face flickered and turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was just a simple visit. They happily shared their life at Hogwarts and said goodbye to Hagrid before dinner. Before leaving, Dudley asked Hagrid for a large bag of rock biscuits. These are his precious teething sticks.
Hagrid was very happy that his cooking skills were recognized, but also a little regretful that his life was in embarrassment and he had nothing better to entertain them with.
Reluctantly, I bid farewell to the three of them.
Hagrid is poor?
No, Dudley definitely didn't think so, maybe he was the richest man in Hogwarts.
Even though Hagrid's home looks shabby on the outside, many of those inconspicuous things are actually worth a fortune.
For example, Yaya's kennel is made entirely of unicorn fur, and this one alone is worth at least several thousand galleons.
If they could all be sold, I'm afraid it would be worth tens of thousands of gold galleons.
Even Dudley was thinking about asking him for something to sell so he could buy ingredients for the potion.
