Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 623 Dream Wedding

The room is now filled with a happy atmosphere.

It's always fun to poke fun at the foibles of famous people you're close to.

However, Harry suddenly thought of another question.

He looked at Hagrid, "Why don't you ask Ryan?

You know, he has two girlfriends.

His advice should be more reliable than those of us honest people."

Draco and Ron nodded. They agreed with this "we".

However, they didn't know.

Harry fantasized about Ravenclaw's Millennium Ghost and his team member Cho Chang, and almost fell in love with young Bella.

"Ryan? He has two girlfriends? Who else besides Hermione?" Hagrid pulled out a handful of his beard in shock.

Then he whispered again, “This must be inherited from George.

I didn't think he was a good guy back then.

Married Lucia.

Took away the flower of Ravenclaw!"

Draco nodded, his ears twitching slightly.

He guessed that the man named George must be Ryan Smith's father, and Lucia should be the mother.

And this Lucia must have been quite famous in Ravenclaw back then.

On the other side, Hagrid's small black eyes flickered with excitement, "Besides, I'm an honest man."

Over the years, he has been required to patrol the forbidden forest every day and shoot 300 arrows with a bow.

Restraining one's own desires.

If I say I don’t want to, that would definitely be a lie.

Otherwise he wouldn't have kissed Professor McGonagall while drunk.

At the moment, Ryan's skills in teaching his girlfriend had firmly locked his mind.

He seemed to be in the Forbidden Forest.

The centaurs, led by Magellan and Ronan, surrounded him and Maxim.

In the towering trees around, Aragog and Alaspad led the eight-eyed giant spiders to weave webs and shuttle through the trees.

Hephaestus burned in the center of the web, bringing light to the party.

Bobby Buck appeared in the woods with a Hippogriff and the Thestrals carrying Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry summoned the Pluto dragon from the mirror.

Following behind were various beautiful and magical creatures - the fastest flying dragon among the fire dragons, the most beautiful Australian short-nosed dragon with silver-blue scales, the elegant and graceful Sphinx, the ferocious man-headed lion-body manticore.
His mother, who had escaped back to the giant tribe, also appeared behind him, fully dressed.

He stood in the center of the crowd, facing Maxim, who was wearing a snow-white wedding dress.

He said softly, "Since I was fifteen, I have been patrolling the forbidden forest and shooting 300 arrows every day. This number will keep me in check and prevent me from having any random thoughts. From today on, I will use you as a constraint."

"Hagrid, Hagrid, Hagrid." Hagrid woke up from his reverie, and what appeared before his eyes was not the beautiful and charming Madame Maxime wearing a crown and tulle, but Ron's long face and his three fatal shouts.

"What?" Even the good-tempered Hagrid couldn't help but sound a little angry because he had just woken up from a sweet dream.

But Ron didn't care, "You haven't told me whether you want to learn from Ryan."

"Just because of this?" Hagrid was full of black lines, but he still replied: "How do we learn?
He is like the noble phoenix.

But we Augurs (called the Irish Phoenix) can't expect to be loved by people just by flapping our wings like the Phoenix.

All we can do is hide our maddening chirping noises.

Let us win people's favor with our barely gorgeous feathers."

Hagrid's words seemed full of bitterness.

When he was young, he probably had a girl he liked.

But his rudeness, appearance, undignified job and other crazy "chirping" prevented him from standing out from the divination birds.

Hence it is called the Irish Phoenix.

Thinking of this, Harry finally couldn't help but comfort Hagrid, "It's different now.

You have Madame Maxime now. It's all over.

You are no longer a 'august', but an 'Irish phoenix'."

"What do you mean by the past?" Hagrid was puzzled. "Maxim is the only one I've ever really loved since I was born?"

"Impossible! Then what were you doing when you were young?" Harry looked incredulous.

Draco and Ron showed the same expression. Hagrid was a little embarrassed about this, "Hey! Galloping Gorgon!

When I was young - hey, just listen.

Don't learn.

Apart from school, I spent all my time pursuing my hobbies - hiding wolf cubs under my bed, fighting trolls in the Forbidden Forest, hunting with centaurs, and raising Aragog.

You will know later that I was expelled because of Aragog.

Break the wand.

Dumbledore took me in.

Gave me the job of gamekeeper.

No, the gamekeeper at that time was still old Ogg, and I was his assistant.

But at that time I was more focused on continuing to study my greatest interest, conservation magical biology, with Professor Kettleburn.

As for the days that followed.

Just patrol the Forbidden Forest and see Aragog and the other little cuties.

And then there is hunting.

That’s how the stoat for the ham, pheasant, and stoat sandwich that I have hanging from my ceiling came about.

By the way, I also like to study cooking.

In addition to the stoat sandwich I just mentioned, the rock cakes, stoat sandwiches, black tea, and dandelion juice you eat and drink are all made by me. "

"So, you've never thought of finding a girlfriend in the past forty years?" Draco looked at Hagrid as if he were a monster.

He didn't understand how Hagrid, with his strong physique, managed to vent all the excess energy during his adolescence and adulthood.

"You calculated wrong, it should be more than sixty years." Hagrid replied.

Ron: "What! Hagrid, you're over sixty?"

Harry: "When were you born?"

"April 1928, 12."

"You're almost 65?" Harry couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

He looked at Hagrid's round face, which was full of collagen and had not a single wrinkle.

If it weren't for Hagrid's big beard, he could have been a teenager.

But Hagrid was so old.

If the child is born early, he can be his grandfather.

He had always thought that Hagrid was just a few years older than his father.

I didn't expect there was a 30-year gap.

Hagrid said unhappily, "Are you all confused?

Didn't you already know Voldemort's identity - Tom Riddle?

He was in fifth grade when I was in third grade.

He was the one who reported me for keeping Aragog."

"We know that you know Voldemort.

But I didn't expect this to be my acquaintance." Ron stood in awe for some reason, then asked in a dignified tone, "What did you feel when you saw Professor Riddle?"

“I don’t feel anything!
Professor Dumbledore said.

The previous Riddle had gone through the Horcruxes and was stripped of his relatively good qualities.

Became Voldemort.

Riddle is now the embodiment of his better qualities.

You may not believe it.

Voldemort used to be a good student.

Almost all professors like him.

But Dumbledore saw in him a dangerous, crazy, reckless side.

Sure enough, Dumbledore was right.

He had abandoned the qualities that would have made him a great wizard.

Choose to become a dark wizard.

The most evil Dark wizard."