Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

"You've finally arrived," Hagrid said, opening the door. "I thought you little rascals had forgotten where I live!"

Despite his complaints, Hagrid was still very happy to see the three of them.

"Is this your new friend? I remember you." Hagrid looked at Sako with a grin. "Your name is quite unique."

"Yes, Devil Clown. Maybe this name is a reminder that if I don't try to do bad things, I'll end up as a clown."

"It's not good to do bad things." Hagrid didn't take it seriously, just joking.

"That's right. In many people's eyes, I'm now number one on the list of those who deserve to be killed. I'm absolutely wicked."

Sakho chuckled, then pulled several huge oak barrels out of his backpack.

"Ogden Dragon Blood Whisky, Mrs. Rosmerta's top-tier stock, I guess you'll enjoy this, Hagrid."

"Of course—but I can't accept this gift, child."

Hagrid looked happy, but he still waved his hand in refusal.

"I've cleared out the Three Brooms Bar's stock of good liquor. Mrs. Rosmerta's restock won't be available for at least another month. There are also two casks of top-quality single malt whisky in here. The Gods and Horses will love it."

"Actually, I came here today specifically to see you, Hagrid. You can do me a huge favor!"

"Huh?" Hagrid was a little confused; he didn't quite understand what he meant. "What do you want me to help you with?"

"Help me win over Mrs. Maxim."

"What?" Hagrid was even more confused now, and even a little embarrassed.

He deliberately groomed himself today, for example, by smoothing his hair with something like lubricant, and by wearing his best, fluffy brown suit with a yellow and orange-red plaid tie. He dressed in a rather mismatched way, but it's not his fault; no one had ever taught him how to put together an outfit.

"Last night I seduced Fleur Delacour, the prettiest student in Beauxbatons and one of Mrs. Maxime’s most valued students."

"She's very unhappy about this, thinking I'll negatively impact Furong, so I need you to step in and help me deal with Mrs. Maxim. After all, the two of you are such a perfect match."

"Is...is that so?"

Hagrid hesitated a little awkwardly, then quickly waved his hand, "Come in, come in, have a seat inside, and of course—Harry, you all come too."

"Now you know how important your help is to me, right? Whether I can have a pleasant date with Fleur in the future depends on whether you, Hagrid, can keep Mrs. Maxim's attention."

"Then what should I do?" Hagrid asked uncertainly. To be honest, he wasn't very confident about it. He just wanted to give it a try, and he wasn't sure about it.

"It's actually not difficult; you just need to pay attention to these points—"

"First, clothing. You need to learn how to dress yourself well. I can help with that."

"Second, don't mention anything about your mother or the half-giant in front of her."

"Why?" Hagrid asked, somewhat confused. "Isn't she one?"

"She's not like you, Hagrid. You've been at Hogwarts for fifty years, under Dumbledore's protection, haven't you?"

"Yes." Hagrid nodded; he had indeed always been under Dumbledore's care.

"But Madame Maxime is different. Her half-giant identity makes things very difficult for her in the wizarding world. France is still a place where there isn't much discrimination and prejudice against half-blood wizards, but giants have a bad reputation—you should remember the days when Voldemort wreaked havoc more than a decade ago, right?"

Hagrid shuddered, then nodded.

"The giant was one of Voldemort's henchmen. Now do you understand the giant's bad reputation?"

"Okay..." Hagrid was starting to understand.

"So if you like her, or even love her, don't reopen her wounds. She has suffered a lot to get to where she is now. She has had a harder time than anyone else. She doesn't have a good wizard like Dumbledore to protect her."

"Then what should I do?" Hagrid swallowed, bent over, and stared at Sako with his dark eyes.

"You just need to show that you are a reliable person, and then protect her. Let her know how powerful you are to knock down the fire dragon's arm with one punch, that you are someone she can rely on, and that you can protect her."

"Of course, you need to change your clothes too. This outfit is awful, and so is your hairstyle."

Saco drew his wand. "Ready, Hagrid?"

"Yes, I'm ready!" Hagrid straightened his back, his face serious.

With a wave of his wand, the odds and ends from Hagrid's pocket floated out and were neatly arranged on the table. There was everything in there, including Yaya's dog food.

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid's outfit changed completely. The furry brown suit became a very stylish dragon-scale embossed stand-up collar coat, paired with a dark gray vest and a black leather vest. A bronze leather belt with a dragon tooth buckle was tied around his waist, and his trousers became clean and neat dark riding breeches with knee pads and a spine shaped like a dragon's skeleton. His boots were also changed to mid-calf Martin boots made of suede.

"Do you mind if I shaved your beard? If you want to keep it, I can style it."

"Beard..." Hagrid reached out and touched it. "I've never tried shaving before."

"Then let's try a new look."

Saco waved his wand again, trimming Hagrid's messy beard neatly. His head suddenly looked smaller, and his thick, stiff beard gave him a very masculine look. Hagrid was rugged enough, exuding a wild power from head to toe.

Her smooth hair was also styled again, braided into three reverse scorpion braids from the top of her head to the back of her head, with the hair on both sides twisted and tied together at the back of her head. The loose ends of her hair made the hairstyle look less refined and gave it a wild beauty.

"If Hagrid goes through some weight loss later, your palm-sized abs will definitely be incredibly attractive."

Sarko patted Hagrid's belly and looked him up and down a few times.

"You look much better now. Fix yourself up, Hagrid, you look super handsome."

"I'll save you a few more outfits in different styles, so you can find a chance to change them up later."

The three little ones were so amazed after watching Hagrid's transformation that they couldn't stop smiling. They had never realized that Hagrid could be so manly.

"Alright, now you have all the qualities to charm Mrs. Maxim. Remember what I just said—"

"I swear I will never reopen her wounds!"

Hagrid patted his chest and spoke up, then looked at his new outfit with a smug grin.

"Remember to win her over soon, I'm still looking forward to my date with Fleur. Good luck, Hagrid!"

After finishing his business, Saco dusted himself off and headed out. On his way back to the castle, he encountered Lady Maxim, who was returning with her students from Beauxbatons. Under her serious and wary gaze, Saco had no choice but to abandon his plan to continue playing with Fleur.