Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 3 Hagrid
Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry was very keen to catch the details in the other party's words.

"So… you know my parents?"

Then he realized that it was very rude to let someone stand at the door, so he invited, "Sorry, Mr. Hagrid, please come in."

"Oh, no, no, I'm too tall. I can't squeeze into this room." Hagrid refused a little embarrassedly. "I still have to take you to Diagon Alley. If you don't mind, we can talk on the way."

"Okay," Harry nodded, and Hagrid immediately made way for him so that he could get out of the door.

It wasn't until Harry walked out the door that he realized how tall Hagrid was.

"Oh my god, you're so tall." Harry looked up and sighed dryly.

"Okay Harry, you're not the only one who said that - come on, I'll take you..." Hagrid said halfway, scratching his furry head embarrassedly: "Should we tell your aunt? You know, she is your guardian after all."

"I think my uncle and aunt would be happy for you to take me away," said Harry, punning.

"Really?" asked Hagrid suspiciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the room.

What followed was a roar.

"Harry Potter——"

Harry noticed that Hagrid's eyes were drawn to Uncle Vernon's voice, and he reached out and tugged at Hagrid's sleeve, pointing behind him.

"Hagrid, what is that?"

While Hagrid was looking back, Harry turned around and saw Uncle Vernon rushing down the stairs like a truck.

He put his hand over his mouth, stared at Uncle Vernon, and muttered a spell.

"Confundus!"

Uncle Vernon paused, squinted at Harry, then looked at Hagrid who was looking back at him, lowered his head and muttered "How weird", then turned and walked upstairs.

To outsiders, it looked like he just remembered something along the way.

Hagrid turned around at this time, scratched his head and asked, "Why didn't I see anything? What did you see just now?"

"I was mistaken, I thought it was a motorcycle..."

At this point, Harry suddenly remembered a dream he had before, and said, "It's like the motorcycle that often appears in my dreams, it can fly--"

"Harry..."

Hagrid showed a happy expression, "I didn't expect you still remember, you still remember that I rode Xiaotian - rode a motorcycle to send you to the Dursleys..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a rapid knock on the window.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw Uncle Vernon, who had been knocking on the window, pointing at them, his mouth opening and closing.

"Your uncle...what is he doing?" Hagrid instinctively felt that Mr. Dursley's attitude was not very good.

Harry put his right hand on the awning and explained to Hagrid: "Uncle Vernon means to tell me that you must be happy."

Hagrid hesitantly raised his head to look at Uncle Vernon who was still pointing at Harry and scolding him, then looked down at Harry: "Why don't I think it's similar?"

"After all, they are Muggles, and the way they express love is different from that of wizards." Harry said this and reached out to wipe away the non-existent tears: "You know, I left my mother when I was young..."

"Oh, Harry..."

Hagrid leaned over lovingly and hugged the little Harry. Harry did not refuse this big hug. When Hagrid let him go, he looked up and asked, "So, Hagrid, how should we set out?"

"Well... we'll go by train. On the way here I heard that there are six trains from Surrey to London every hour." Hagrid answered and then asked, "So Harry, did you bring the letter from school?"

Harry patted the letter in his arms and gave Hagrid a big smile in return.

"I have it. It's in my arms."

"Oh, good boy."

Hagrid seemed to be infected by Harry's smile and stretched out his big hand to rub his messy head.

"It seems that you are more like your mother - let's go to the train station first."

(For those who think Hagrid can’t take the train, I suggest you go to @jk_rowling on X and talk to her in person.)
A man of Hagrid's size would always attract attention, not only being stuck at the ticket gate but also taking up two seats on the train.

After the two of them sat down, Harry started talking.

"Um, Hagrid, you seem to know my parents?"

"Oh, of course I know it." Hagrid smiled innocently and knitted a pale yellow thing that looked like a circus bag.

As if this thing could block his voice, Hagrid's voice got louder: "When they were still students, I had a good relationship with them, especially your mother Lily. She was the female student union president. She was really a gentle girl. We all liked her very much."

"And your father, James, is a well-known Quidditch chaser of Gryffindor College and also the president of the Boys' Union." Hagrid fell into memories, his black beetle-like eyes seemed to be shining. "He is an excellent man, I mean, in every aspect - ah, I really can't find anyone who values ​​friendship more than him."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up.

God knows how many days and nights he has been longing for fatherly and motherly love.

Whenever Harry saw Dudley being pampered by his uncle and aunt, he couldn't help but wonder if he would be pampered in the same way if his parents were still alive.

Instead of being like now, living under someone else's roof and being looked down upon.

Thinking of this, Harry felt extremely angry.

He wished he could find the dark wizard who killed his parents and made him an orphan right now and let him learn a lesson!

"Of course Harry." Hagrid didn't notice the change in Harry's expression. He was still reminiscing about the young couple and rubbing his nose sadly. "What a pity... What a pity that it was ten years ago... Oh."

"So..." Harry's eyes flickered, "Who is the dark wizard who killed my parents?"

Hagrid shuddered involuntarily when he heard Harry's words.

"It's the mysterious man——"

"You-Know-Who?" Harry raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

"Yes, it's the You-Know-Who." Hagrid coughed twice, trying to hide his fear: "That dark wizard, he..."

Noticing Hagrid's fear, Harry put a hand on his arm, trying to give him a little strength to dispel the fear.

He said considerately: "Actually, I don't really need to know..."

"Oh, no, Harry," said Hagrid, shaking his head. "How could I, how could I let you go to Hogwarts knowing nothing?"

"But I don't want to mention his name unless I have to. No one wants to mention it." Hagrid added again.

"So everyone has been referring to him as 'You-Know-Who'?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

(End of this chapter)