"Hagrid!"

The door of the hunting hut was knocked again, and the knocker shouted loudly, with a momentum of never giving up until the door was opened.

"Hagrid, that's enough! We know you're in there! No one cares that your mother is a giant, Hagrid! I heard that Maka talked to you? Open the door -"

That's Hermione. She looks very angry, and Harry and Ron are standing behind her.

Before long, the door was opened from the inside. Hermione had just said "you should have --" and stopped suddenly, because she found that it was not Hagrid who was facing her, but the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon," he said happily, smiling and looking down at them.

"We -- uh -- we want to see Hagrid," Hermione said softly.

"Oh, I've guessed," said Dumbledore, with a humorous light in his eyes. "Why don't you come in?"

"Oh... Well... All right," said Hermione.

She went into the hut with Ron and Harry. Harry had hardly entered the door when his teeth suddenly rushed at him, barking and trying to lick his ears.

"Oh - Marca?" Hermione whispered in surprise, which made Harry break free from his extra enthusiastic teeth.

At this time, Maka was sitting with Hagrid at the small round table, with three big tea cups in front of them.

"You're here too?" Marca nodded to them and said calmly.

Of course, Maka was the same as usual, but Hagrid looked very embarrassed at this time.

His face was spotted, his eyes were red and swollen, and he went to the other extreme on the issue of hair: he no longer tried to tidy his hair. They have now completely changed back to the old steel ball state - or even worse.

"Hello, Marca, Hagrid," said Harry.

Then Hagrid slowly raised his head.

"OK," he replied in a very hoarse voice.

"Have some more tea," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind Harry, Ron and Hermione, taking out his wand and gently fiddling with it. A rotating tea plate and a plate of cake immediately appeared in the air. Dumbledore magically dropped the tea tray on the table and everyone sat down.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Hagrid, did you hear what Miss Granger called?"

Hermione's face was a little red. Dumbledore smiled at her and continued, "judging from the way they just wanted to break in, Hermione, Harry and Ron seem to be willing to make friends with you."

"Of course we'd like to make friends with you!" said Harry, looking at Hagrid. "Do you think Skeeter's cow - I'm sorry, Professor," he said quickly, looking at Dumbledore.

"I was temporarily deaf and didn't hear what you were saying, Harry," said Dumbledore. He played with his thumbs and stared at the ceiling.

"Well - well," said Harry awkwardly, "I mean - Hagrid, why do you think we care about what that woman wrote?"

"Yes! Didn't you have a good conversation with Marca and us that night?" Ron echoed.

Two round tears came out of Hagrid's dark eyes and slowly penetrated into his tangled beard.

"But now I'm a teacher... Not everyone..." Hagrid said hoarsely. "Not everyone wants me to stay."

"Hagrid, are you going to accomplish the unfinished goal of Helga hutchpatch?" Maka patted him and said easily, "do you want to unify the whole Hogwarts or the whole world?"

"What?" Hagrid looked blankly at Maka.

"Everyone has their own ideas, there are people who support you, and there will be people who oppose you..." Maka said. "You can't make everyone like you, can't you?"

He paused and pointed very directly at Dumbledore sitting opposite. "You see, the greatest White wizard today is sitting in front of you! But isn't he going to receive a lot of criticism and criticism? But look at him again. He will try another dessert every day and never feel uncomfortable because of those accusations."

Dumbledore didn't look at Marca. He just smiled and said, "then I should shut myself in my study and refuse to talk to anyone? That's meaningless, isn't it?"

"But - you're not a hybrid giant!" said Hagrid hoarsely.

"Hagrid, look at my relatives!" said Harry angrily. "Look at the Dursleys!"

"Wonderful idea!" said Professor Dumbledore, "My brother, aberforth, was prosecuted for abusing magic on a goat. It was all over the newspaper, but did aberforth hide? No, not at all! He raised his head high and went his own way! Of course, I'm not sure he knew words, so maybe he didn't have the courage..."

"Your brother is bolder than us. Don't cover it up for him..." Marca broke through rudely. "He's not like you. He always keeps things in his heart."

"Oh -- Marca, you shouldn't say that --" Harry couldn't help persuading. "Professor Dumbledore, what's going on between you? Hermione said --"

"About this matter -" Maka suddenly interrupted, "I made it very clear at the world cup. I don't think I need to repeat it?"

When Marca said these words, Dumbledore just hung his eyelids and didn't say a word.

When Hagrid stopped his tears and looked up at them with worry, Dumbledore suddenly stood up.

"Anyway, I don't accept your resignation. Hagrid, I hope you'll come back to class next Monday." he said. "You go to the auditorium to have breakfast with me at 8:30. Don't make excuses. Good afternoon to all of you."

Dumbledore walked towards the door, only stopped, bent over and scratched his ears, and left the hut. From beginning to end, he didn't even look in the direction of Maka.

"Marca, I think... There must be some misunderstanding between you and Dumbledore..." Hagrid wiped his red eyes and persuaded Marca, "Dumbledore is a great man, really..."

"Yes, he's great," said Marca, taking a cake from the plate Dumbledore got and eating it vaguely. "Don't you want one? It happens to be one here..."

"Marca..." Harry was about to say something, but Hermione pulled his sleeve.

"Hagrid, will you come back?" she whispered to Hagrid, "come back quickly, we all miss you..."

Hagrid rubbed his face, nodded and said, "Oh, of course... If I do this, my father will blush for me..." tears came out again. He wiped them away and said, "I haven't shown you a picture of my old father, have I? Here..."

Hagrid got up, went to the wardrobe, opened a drawer and took out a picture of a short wizard with dark eyes like Hagrid's. He sat on Hagrid's shoulder and smiled happily.

Referring to the apple tree next to him, Hagrid is seven or eight feet tall, but his face is young, full, smooth and beardless - he looks eleven years old at most.

"This was taken shortly after I entered Hogwarts," Hagrid said hoarsely. "My father was very happy... He thought I couldn't be a wizard, you know, because my mother... Oh, not to mention. Of course, I've never been good at magic... But at least he didn't see me fired..."

Hagrid talked about the past and said a lot of things until he got out of those memories and looked at the four teenagers in front of him again.

"You know, Harry?" he said, looking up from his father's picture, his eyes very bright. "When I first saw you, you reminded me of myself. Your parents died and worried that you wouldn't adapt to Hogwarts, remember? You don't believe you really have the ability... But now look at you, Harry! School warrior!"

"And Marca, to tell you the truth, I've never seen a child like you... When I'm with you, I often forget your age! No one can be as talented, smart and diligent as you..." Hagrid added, "Others may not know, but I saw it with my own eyes! When you practiced preparing magic potions here, you came almost every day, again and again..."

"Of course, Hermione is also great, her test scores are better than Maka, and she takes books everywhere..."

He paused, then said very seriously: "I believe that the winner of the top three cup will definitely emerge among you. No matter who gets the top three cup, everyone will see that it is not only a wizard of pure blood who can do it. There is no need to be ashamed of his origin."

He said, as if he remembered something, and suddenly said, "by the way, how's your box studying?"

"Of course," said Harry, "there are already eyebrows."

Hermione couldn't bear to destroy the atmosphere, so she nodded subconsciously.

As for Marca, he didn't have to say, because no one would think that he would be stumped by a box.

Lying to Hagrid feels different from lying to others.

That evening, when Harry returned to the castle with Ron and Hermione, Hagrid's happy expression on his bearded face when he imagined that Harry had won the hegemony Championship persisted in his mind.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Marca said strangely.

"I only know that I should find some way to replace the rune..." Hermione hesitated. "I can untie it, but I don't know how to replace it..."

"You think too complicated..." Maka shook her head and said, "this level is just a test of our action. Look everywhere!"