Chapter 3 Ruber Heig

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 3 Ruber Heig

"I'm Ruber Hager, Hogwarts Hunting Ground Guard and Key Custodian."

A giant who was over three meters tall and had a thick waist cast a huge shadow. His voice was loud and trembling, shaking the chandelier.

However, the expression on his face was very kind, and there was a smile under his somewhat messy beard. His eyes were not big, but they were dark and shiny, and they were very vivid.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hagrid looked at Aunt Penny with red eyes and the envelope in her hand.

"It seems that you have received a letter from Hogwarts, and I came for this."

"Please sit down."

Uncle Vernon, who came to his senses, pointed to the empty sofa beside him, and Hagrid occupied a huge majority of the position. Even if he sat down, his body was more than three meters high, and his body as if he was like a city wall still put a lot of pressure.

"Your name is Penny, right? I saw you ten years ago."

After sitting down, Hagrid spoke to Aunt Penny, "Maybe you didn't see me. I had just dug out Harry from the ruins. I was afraid that I would scare you at night, so I didn't come forward."

"You rescued me from the ruins?"

Harry asked hesitantly.

"It's to find out. Your mother has protected you very well and has tried her best to protect you. I demolished the collapsed ruins and found you from the pile of stones. There is magic to open up space for you. That's the last legacy of your mother."

Hagrid pointed his thick finger at his forehead, Harry's forehead.

"Your scar is a symbol of your mother's protection, and it is also a trace that your guy left 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 face, "Seldom people in the magic world will say his name directly. We call him a mysterious person."

"You-Know-Who?" Harry pulled the corners of his mouth. When he heard the word with his own ear, Harry felt an incomprehensible strange feeling. "I really don't know who he is. Maybe he is an unforgivable villain, a scumbag who does all the bad things, a crazy dictator and butcher."

"But at least it shouldn't. At least you shouldn't lose your 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." Hager quickly explained, "not everyone has lost their courage."

"What did he do, genocide? Millions of people died under his hands?"

Hagrid shook his head slightly, not so many wizards in the magic world combined.

"That human experiment? Dissect people without injecting anesthetics, test for erosive toxic gas on people, watch their skin ulcers and muscles melt, or inject them with viruses to create burns, and then study how to cure them?"

Hagrid continued to shake his head, and for no reason, some strange scenes appeared in his mind, which made him shudder.

"What did he do?" Harry asked seriously in Hagrid's eyes.

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Hagrid originally wanted to say: The mysterious man killed many innocent people and tortured many people who disobeyed him with the pilogue curse, but when he said that, Hagrid didn't know why he couldn't say it.

Harry opened a large book, an illustration of "NC War Crimes", which he showed Hagrid the black and white photos.

"Perhaps in terms of inhumanity, we who do not belong to the magical world have won a pathetic victory."

Harry stuffed the book into Haeger's arms, "You can look at it, it contains a whole hell, is it really that scary that you call a mysterious man?"

"Let you never dare to mention his name ten years later."

"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 ruins, and you should also see my heroic parents who died in front of me."

Hagrid was silent in this firm gaze.

"Yes."

Hagrid stared at the black and white photos of the pages and illustrations. It was obvious that no one in these photos would move, but he was just frozen in a rigid way, but he seemed to see countless pairs of desperate and numb eyes staring at him. The drawing of hell was soaked in the cruelty of extinction.

"Yes. Voldemort."

He said that name, but no longer trembled, because there was a more terrifying picture in his heart. He kicked away the so-called terror of the Dark King, simple torture and death, which was not worth mentioning in the picture of human extinction.

Perhaps the narrow wizarding world cannot bring about a big pattern, even if it is fear, it is the same.

"I have one last thing to ask you, Hagrid."

"What's the matter?" Hagrid put away the book Harry handed to him and put it in his bottomless pocket.

“Is there a monument?”

"What?"

Harry waved his hand when he saw the confusion on Hagrid's face.

"It seems that I need to go there, Aunt Penny."

Harry sat down again and sat next to Penny, "I need to go there, whether it's for myself or for my parents."

"Sorry Dudley, you can only go alone, but when I get older and graduated there, I should be seventeen, right?" Harry looked at Hager and nodded at him. "If I had time at that time, I might be able to go to the Royal Military Academy with you. I was not eighteen at that time."

"I'll wait for you, brother."

Dudley hammered his chest and nodded to Harry.

It was thought that it would take some time to do a good job and it was finalized in a very short time. Harry was decisive and carefully asked about the necessary knowledge of admission, at nine o'clock in the morning, Harry and Hagrid stood on the small garden road of Dursley's house. They were going to Diagon Alley to purchase some essential admission items.

Uncle Vernon's car could not stuff Haeger in, they could only go to the nearest station to go to London by Muggle, which meant people who could not use magic.

With Hager here, no matter how crowded public transportation is, there will be no big problem. People will take the initiative to avoid this huge and powerful man. Even if they can't be left, Hager can easily squeeze out a road. Harry just needs to follow him.

After almost two hours of tossing, they finally arrived near their destination. This is a commercial street that is a bit old. There are crowds of pedestrians and music is heard in the record store, but it is not clear.

"The scoop bar, the Muggles can't see its door, but occasionally there are mistakes. This is a very famous place."

Hagrid pushed open a record store next to the record store, which pedestrians subconsciously ignored, as if they were hidden wooden doors, bent over and walked in, and Harry followed closely behind.

The entrance is a dimly lit hall, where there are many strangely dressed drinkers. There are a few wrinkled old ladies drinking Sherry in the corner. One of them smokes a long pipe and vomits a bit of pungent green smoke. The environment here cannot be described as a dirty and messy one. The floor with a stool feels like it is covered with a thick mushroom blanket, with a disgusting sticky feeling.

“The floor hasn’t been washed for 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, and everyone who saw him smiled and greeted him.

"As the old rules, Hagrid?" the bar owner behind the bar asked Hagrid loudly, with wrinkles stretching out on his walnut-like face.

"No, Tom, I'm doing business for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the boss Tom's shoulder with his huge palm. He couldn't escape and was almost knocked down.

"My God!" The bar owner looked at Harry next to him after he held up, and said carefully, "Is this one----"

There was a silent moment in the bar.

"Oh!" boss Tom whispered, "Harry Potter - honor is over!"

He quickly came out from behind the bar, ran into the sea, grabbed his hand, and burst into tears.

"Welcome back, Mr. Porter, welcome you back."

Everyone was looking at Harry, and people stood up excitedly, and the sound of pulling the chairs were everywhere. People wanted to come up and shake hands with Harry. Hagrid smiled, but Harry's face was a little cold.

"Voldemort."

The bar that just became lively was frozen as if it had encountered a cold wave in Siberia.

"It seems that there are still a few people with courage."

Harry stepped forward, "It's been ten years, right, where are the people who dare to stand up against the evil darkness?"

His eyes swept across the audience, and no one dared to look at him.

"Let's go, Hagrid." Harry withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

Hagrid followed Harry's footsteps and they walked deep into the Burnt Cauldron Bar, behind the crowd's eyes.
Chapter completed!