Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Hagrid's poor little darling?

Thor immediately pictured a milky-white, unidentified creature with six or seven pairs of tentacles and pincers, whose head and tail were indistinguishable.

The kind that needs to be blurred out.

"Honestly, compared to Hagrid's little darling, it's everyone else who's pitiful," Thor chuckled. "My fantasy form is much cuter~"

Just as Old Deng said, Hagrid seems to be in trouble.

Although the gold pocket watch didn't react, as a newly appointed, kind-hearted counselor, I couldn't just let it go unnoticed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hagrid. I'm coming to your rescue!"

Thor's eyes burned with intensity, and he felt once again the weight of his responsibility.

He was about to knock on the door when he heard another loud shout erupt from inside:

"You're asking Thor for help?! Blood Mother Hell! You really have no idea what Blood Mother Hell is?!"

"I even suspect that the 'Gringotts theft' story in the newspapers was orchestrated by that 'Saul Green'!"

Saul paused, raised his eyebrows, and stopped knocking.

"The Gringotts theft"... He remembered that it was on Harry's birthday that a dark wizard broke into the vault that Hagrid had just withdrawn.

Inside was a very, very precious treasure, but in the end it seemed to have played no significant role.

"...It seems a serious conversation is taking place inside."

Thor smirked and waved his hand. One after another, pale blue arms emerged from the gray smoke and gently rested on his palm.

"In that case, we shouldn't rush to visit."

Joining the conversation quietly without disturbing others—that's the way of the gentleman!

......

In Hagrid's cabin.

"Gurgle gurgle".

Ham and pheasant hung precariously from the ceiling, while a copper kettle in a brazier gurgled and bubbled with hot water, emitting wisps of pale white steam.

The misty fog on the windowpane added a touch of mystery to this wild and primitive room.

Ron leaned forward, using the opportunity to toss away the rock-skin cake that had nearly broken his tooth, and said mysteriously, "I'm telling you, I really suspect that Thor is the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts that day!"

"Think about it, Thor was there too! And everything's so peaceful now, where would any dark forces possibly be?"

"Only Thor has that ability! He even managed to beat Snape up in Potions class!"

The last sentence carried a bit of personal emotion, but neither of the two people present refuted it.

Harry frowned and said seriously, "Ron, Thor isn't that kind of person—"

"Oh dear! What do you even know about him—"

"If Thor wanted something, he would never steal it secretly! He's an upright man!!"

"......??"

Not a buddy.

Isn't the logic between these two sentences a bit strange?

What have they been changed to?

Ron pushed aside his good friend, who had been brainwashed by evil forces, and looked at Hagrid, seeking approval.

"Huh? Huh?" Hagrid seemed still reeling from the shock of the little animal being able to talk. "You're saying Thor broke into Gringotts? Ha, impossible!"

He waved his hand dismissively, then said smugly, "Besides, that thing is currently safe and sound at Hogwarts, by my own means—oh! My poor little darling! You've suffered so much!"

Hagrid suddenly sniffled heavily again, and his eyes reddened once more.

...Damn it, are there any humans in this house?

Ron, enraged, shouted, "Didn't you see what kind of magic Thor could do?! That was pure dark magic! I don't know how Hogwarts could let such a dangerous person in—"

"Because that's not black magic, it's the power of fairy tales."

"Fairy tales? Ha, I don't know where they learned that nonsense—"

"I learned it from my family."

"Really? Sigh, everyone else has private tutors, and I'm still using my brother's old wand... Hmm?"

Ron finally realized what was happening.

......Who is speaking?

Before anyone knew it, the room was filled with a gray smoke.

It wasn't steam rising from the ground, but rather a slightly pungent tobacco smell.

A bone-chilling cold, like sharp fingernails scraping against the skin, crept up the spine.

"Ha, Harry..."

Ron turned his head shakily, his face contorted with grief, and asked, choking back tears:

"There are only the three of us in the house now, right?"

"..."

Harry remained silent, slowly shaking his head with pity, his gaze drifting towards Ron's back.

"belch!"

Ron made a slapping sound as if a chicken's neck had been stepped on, his face growing increasingly pale. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his head to follow Harry's gaze—

They were met with a smiling face hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Thor hung upside down, several pairs of thin, twisted arms wrapped around him, his straw-colored hair hanging down, revealing a bright smile that seemed completely out of place with his current situation. He said to Ron in a friendly yet regretful tone:

"What a pity, it wasn't me who stumbled into Gringotts."

Click, click.

Thor turned to the stunned Hagrid and said, "I'm sorry I overheard your conversation. But I'd be happy to help your 'poor little darling'."

"Give."

Saul pulled the "appointment letter" out of his pocket.

Hagrid instinctively took it.

"It has Dumbledore's autograph on it."

Thor gracefully flipped down from the ceiling, several pairs of arms gliding affectionately across his neck before he curled up into the mist.

He lifted the brim of his top hat and smiled smugly at the three silent men:

"Librarian, Saul Green is happy to serve you, Mr. Hagrid."

"..."

Hagrid stared blankly at the letter of appointment, his mouth agape in an "O" shape!

Mei, Meilin's beard!

He suddenly blushed and looked around nervously, trying to find a clean chair for Thor to sit on!

As he turned around, he accidentally knocked over the rock cakes on the table—Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

next second.

"hiss--!"

The boiling copper kettle emitted a sharp screech.

With a thud, Ron fell straight to the ground!

His eyes rolled back and he foamed at the mouth!

"A running Gorgon!" Hagrid yelled in alarm. "What's wrong with Ron? Get him to the infirmary!"

"But," Harry said hesitantly, "the infirmary is full."

"..."

Hagrid stood there dumbfounded, the only sound the kettle's piercing scream echoing through the cabin.

—Merlin's black stockings, is this the work of a dark wizard?

......

After calming Ron down, Thor leisurely sat down and fed the rock bread to the fire demon.

Harry: ! !

I can't believe it!

His gaze toward Saul grew increasingly adoring.

"call!"

The Fire Demon opened its massive mouth and crunched the biscuit, which lived up to its name in hardness, into pieces and swallowed it. After smacking its lips twice, it remarked:

"It reminds me of the hard times of the past..."

"So, what kind of help does your poor little darling need?" Thor asked.

Harry looked up and enthusiastically chimed in, "Yes, is there anything we can do to help you, Hagrid?"

At this point, Harry had no idea that Hagrid's "poor little darling" would be the biggest lie he had ever encountered in his life.

"Oh my god! You are all so kind!"

Hagrid's eyes welled with tears. He wiped his nose hard, then rubbed his fingers together, his eyes darting around, and stammered:

"Actually, it's because of Lou Williams—cough cough!"

Harry: "Fluwell?"

Hagrid choked, his face turning red, and finally let out a sigh of relief, stammering:

"Never mind, it won't hurt to tell you. Yes, Louie, that poor little darling."

Anyway, it's just a name; these little furry creatures have no way of knowing its true form.

What Hagrid didn't see was that after hearing the name, Solran's eyes flashed, revealing a thoughtful expression.

How could he remember that this "poor little darling" Louie had three heads?

If I remember correctly, Lou Williams was the first line of defense in guarding the vault's treasure.

It was also during the opening ceremony that Headmaster Dumbledore said, "Anyone who does not wish to die a violent and painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

—A three-headed dog, capable of eating three Snapes in one bite!

"Believe me, the dark wizard, rather than Hagrid."

Thor remarked with genuine emotion.