Harry Potter's Bastard

After this interruption, Sylna had no time to inquire about what was written in the other letter, and she found a terrible excuse to go out. Solim wasn't ready to stalk about it, anyway, there was an opportunity and time to figure out what happened back then.

At present, what is more important for Solim is how to warn some people with unclean hands and feet, he has already thought of the method, the only thing to pay attention to is that this is Hogwarts, and his methods also need to take into account Dumbledore's reaction.

There was no need to check it, the owl must have been intercepted by Umbridge, and it was even possible that her eyeliner was hidden in the village of Hogsmeade, and Solim was ninety percent sure of it. All he has to do now is teach this group a lesson.

Solim wasn't going to roll up his sleeves and fight those guys, that's Gryffindor's way. His way is more subtle, and he doesn't leave any tricks behind. That's when the work on potions comes in. In a specific environment that is not a head-on conflict, potions can be said to cover all aspects, including tracking, concealment, detection, and counter-detection......

The Ministry of Magic has a werewolf search team, they will use a unique potion to mark the werewolves who are still in their human form, and after gathering their companions, they will use another potion themselves, and this potion can clearly detect the path of the marked werewolf, and the Ministry of Magic's werewolf search team uses this method to capture those illegal werewolves who are not registered.

Solim was going to use the potion to mark the wizards who dared to intercept his letters, and then sneak out to give them a little color. Although he is not yet an adult, Solim asked himself if it would not be a problem to paralyze a few people with mental arithmetic or unintentional.

The potions were all readily available - Gilves had sent him a bunch of finished potions, all now lying in Solim's chest to eat ashes, and the only thing he had to do now was write a letter and send it out.

While Solim was holding his pen and dipping it in ink for a long time, he didn't know how to write a reply to Reina, and the others had already arrived at the door of Hagrid's hut.

Harry's heart jumped violently at the sight of the green smoke curling from the chimney of Hagrid's hut in front of him. He quickened his pace, and the other two stumbled after him. Excitedly walking to the door, Harry went up and banged on the door without thinking, and immediately a dog barked inside.

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry called out into the keyhole.

"I should have thought of it!" said a gruff voice.

"I've just been back for three seconds, get out of the way, tooth, get out of the way, you sleepy worm. "

The latch snapped open, and Hagrid's head was revealed through the cracks.

Hermione screamed.

"Oh my God, be quiet!" Hagrid said hurriedly, glancing over their heads, "You guys, come in quickly!"

"I'm sorry!" Hermione whispered.

The three of them squeezed past Hagrid into the room, and they craned their necks to look at Hagrid's face.

Hagrid's hair was messy and blood clots, his left eye was swollen into a slit, blue and purple, his face and hands were scarred and some were still bleeding, and he was so careful that Harry suspected that his ribs might be broken. He had apparently just arrived home, a thick black travel cloak slung over the back of his chair, and a large backpack large enough for a few children leaning against the wall. Hagrid, twice as tall and three times as wide as a normal person, limped to the stove and placed a copper kettle on it.

"What happened?" Harry asked, Dumbledore had told him before that Hagrid and Sirius had returned, but he never thought Hagrid would come back the way he is now, Hagrid was so badly injured, what about Sirius?

"Is Sirius badly injured?"

"He's not hurt much. Hagrid was still tinkering with the copper kettle, "Actually, I think he had a good time." "

"What happened to you?" Ron looked at the back of Hagrid's head, but the thick hair blocked out a possible wound.

"I said, it's fine. Hagrid said stubbornly, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Forget it," Ron said, "look at the way you look!" Tooth jumped and jumped around them, trying to lick their faces.

"I'm fine with you. Hagrid straightened up and turned to smile at them, but frowned in pain, "Ah, I'm glad to see you guys—good summer, isn't it?"

"Hagrid, have you been attacked?" asked Hermione.

"I said one last time: it's all right!" Hagrid insisted.

"If one of our faces turns into a ball of bolognese, will you say it's okay?"

"You should go and show Madam Pomfrey, Hagrid," Hermione said anxiously, "some of the wounds look dangerous. "

"I'll take care of it, okay?" Hagrid said majestically. He walked over to the large wooden table in the middle of the hut and removed a tea towel from it, and underneath it was a bloody strip of raw, green and slightly larger than a normal car tire.

"You're not going to eat that, Hagrid?" Ron leaned over to look, "It looks poisonous." "

"That's what it looks like, it's dragon meat," Hagrid said, "I'm not going to eat it." "

He picked up the dragon flesh and applied it to the left side of his face, green blood dripping onto his beard, and he snorted in satisfaction. "It's better, it has analgesic effects. "

Hermione looked at the lump of dragon meat on Hagrid's face with a strange expression, no matter what kind of dragon it was, meat was not cheap, and there were only a few ways to get it - and none of them were legitimate. At all the cost of pain relief, Hermione thought it might have something to do with Hagrid's physique, after all, he was a half-blood giant, and potions that worked for human wizards might not necessarily work for Hagrid.

"Can you tell us what happened to you?" asked Harry.

"No, Harry, it's absolutely confidential, I can't tell you that I can't take my job to cover it. "

"But Dumbledore told me that you would tell me these things. Harry said, "I think Dumbledore agrees with you telling us something. "

"Huh?"

"Did the giants beat you, Hagrid?" Hermione asked softly.

Hagrid's hand loosened, and dragon flesh slid down his bushy beard to his chest.

"Giants?" Hagrid grabbed the dragon meat before it slid onto the belt and reapplied it to his face, "Did Dumbledore tell you?"

"No, I guessed. Hermione looked at the big lump of dragon meat on Hagrid's face, "After all, if it hits you in the face, the other party won't be short, right?"

Hagrid glared at them, then snorted, tossed the dragon meat back on the table, and walked over to the whining kettle.

"I've never seen a kid your age know so much about things you shouldn't know," he muttered, spilling boiling water into three bucket-shaped cups.

"So you're going to find the giants?"

"Well, there I went. Hagrid picked up the piece of dragon meat again and put it on his face.

"Did you find the giants?" Ron asked a question that Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes, risking a silly look.