HLnovel Chapter 321 A New Beginning (1)
Chapter 321 A New Beginning (1)
"Harry, don't always care about other people's eyes. They are just a bunch of idiots with no brains. They don't know the inside story at all. Do you think a hen will explain to humans why it lays eggs?" Lamia said seriously.
Harry's temper is too disadvantageous. He always considers others and cares about the feelings of a few people. In fact, they can't decide anything and don't know anything, but they just use the most aggressive part of their body to hurt others.
"Lamia, I don't care about them, it's just that their eyes are weird." Harry hurriedly explained. He certainly knew that those people were insignificant, but he just couldn't control his thoughts.
"Forget it, I'll just not look at it." Harry sighed, lowered his head, and avoided the eyes of everyone he met on the road, even though some of them were well-intentioned.
"Harry, Dumbledore told me to tell you that you can't go directly to the Weasleys' this year. You have to stay at Privet Drive for a while first." Lamia said after a while.
"Why?" Harry stopped in his tracks almost the next second, with a hint of anger on his face.
"I'm not going back. Does Dumbledore even care where I live during the holidays?" Harry continued.
"In any case, Dumbledore still wants you to return to the Dursleys, at least to them first."
"Why on earth?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Harry, Dumbledore has his reasons," Lamia said, patting his shoulder comfortingly. "I think we should trust him, right?"
Harry finally accepted this reluctantly. What could he do? In the whole Hogwarts, besides Hermione, Ron and Lamia, Hagrid was the only one who was willing to talk to him.
Harry was now free to deal with the unfinished Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, so he took Lamia and the others and went down to Hagrid's hut to visit him during a Thursday afternoon class.
It was a bright sunny day, and as they approached, Fang jumped out of the open door, barking happily and wagging his tail.
"Who's there?" Hagrid asked, moving to the door. "Harry!"
"Oh, and the lovely Hermione and Lamia, and of course, of course, and you, Ron."
He strode over to meet them, gave Harry a good hug with one of his big arms, ruffled his hair, and then gave Lamia, Hermione, and Ron a gentle hug, saying, "I'm so glad to see you. Really, I'm so glad."
They entered Hagrid's hut, and Lamia saw two sets of bucket-sized cups and saucers on the wooden table in front of the fire.
"Had tea with Olymp," said Hagrid. "She just left."
"Who?" Ron asked curiously.
"Madame Maxime, of course!" said Hagrid, his stubby eyebrows dancing on his forehead.
"Oh, you two made up?" said Ron.
"What are you talking about?" said Hagrid cheerfully, taking a few more cups from the cupboard. He made tea, brought out a plate of rock cakes for everyone, then leaned back in his chair and looked at Harry and Lamia carefully with his dark eyes. He also wanted to ask about what happened that day, but Hagrid listened to Dumbledore most, so he didn't say anything.
"Are you all right?" he asked gruffly.
"Very good," said Harry.
"No, you're not," said Hagrid. "You definitely aren't. But you'll be fine."
Harry said nothing.
"I knew he'd come back," Hagrid said suddenly.
The children looked up at him in surprise. "I've known all these years, Harry. I knew he was there, waiting for the right moment. It was bound to happen."
"Okay, now it's happened, we have to face the reality, we have to fight, we can stop him from gaining power and dominating the world."
"That was Dumbledore's plan. Dumbledore, he's such a great man. As long as he's around, I don't have to worry too much."
Seeing the skeptical looks on all three of their faces, Hagrid raised his shaggy eyebrows.
"There's no use sitting around worrying about it," he said. "What's going to happen will happen, and when it does, we just have to accept it. Dumbledore told me what you did." Hagrid looked at Lamia and Harry and continued.
Hagrid looked at Harry, his chest heaving violently.
"If your father were still alive, he would do the same thing. This is the highest praise I can give you."
Harry smiled back at Hagrid. It was the first time he had smiled in days. "What did Dumbledore want you to do, Hagrid?"
Lamia had already guessed that Dumbledore must have asked Hagrid to invite the giants, and it seemed that Hagrid was halfway successful.
"Find me something to do this summer," said Hagrid. "But it's a secret. I can't tell you, not even to you. Olympe—Madame Maxime, as you call her—would probably work with me. I think she would. I think I've convinced her."
"Does this have anything to do with Voldemort?"
Hagrid recoiled in fear at the name.
"I suppose so," he mumbled. "Well... who wants to come with me to see the last skrewt? I'm kidding—kidding!" he added hastily, noticing the looks on their faces.
Harry's heart was heavy as he packed his suitcase in his dormitory the night before his return to Nuremberg. He dreaded the leaving party, which was usually a kind of celebration at which the winner of the House Cup would be announced.
Ever since he left the ward, he has been avoiding entering the auditorium when there are too many people. He would rather go in to eat when almost everyone else has left, just to avoid the stares of his classmates.
But no matter what Harry thought, he had to go to the event.
The auditorium was filled with students and teachers, and Lamia sat quietly on the side, out of tune with the lively environment.
The real Mad-Eye Moody now sat at the staff table, his wooden leg and magical eye back in their normal positions. He looked extremely nervous and started whenever anyone spoke to him.
It wasn't his fault; Moody had been confined to his trunk for ten months, which must have heightened his fears of being attacked. Karkaroff's seat was empty, and everyone probably wanted to know if Voldemort had caught him.
Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid, talking quietly about something, and across the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall was Snape.
His eyes lingered on Harry for a moment as he looked at him, and the expression on his face was difficult to read; he looked as sullen and unpleasant as ever.
Snape admitted his identity as a Death Eater, but why did Dumbledore think that he must be on their side? Wasn't he waiting for an opportunity to help Voldemort win?