thefictionvixens Chapter 369 Hagrid's Troubles
Chapter 369 Hagrid's Troubles
Chapter 369 Hagrid's Troubles
Sitting in Hagrid's hut, Loila looked at the bag in the giant's hand with a puzzled expression. He was taking out one thing after another that looked somewhat like a tablecloth or a curtain.
Is this for decorating my room?
"Then why did you come to me?" Loila couldn't help but ask. "Um... what is this?"
"Ah, here's the thing, Professor Hamilton." Hagrid scratched his head, put down the "curtain" he was holding, and bent down to squat in front of Loila. Even so, he was still a head taller than Loila.
Looking up at Hagrid, Royla felt a sense of oppression once again—the half-giant was really tall—it felt like Hagrid's hands alone were bigger than her head—
Unaware of Loila's thoughts, Hagrid lowered his voice, a slightly awkward expression appearing on his face: "This matter is related to—and to Mrs. Maxim."
"Madam Maxim?" Isn't she the headmistress of Beauxbatons? Could Hagrid's situation be related to the Goblet of Fire?
No—Loila looked at Hagrid's somewhat "shy" face and seemed to understand something.
Could it be related to something between a man and a woman?
"Yes, it's Mrs. Maxim." Hagrid nodded and said, "She's one of only two half-giants I've ever seen—Professor Hamilton, you know what I mean?"
"I've never seen any other female half-giant before—" Hagrid said with a chuckle, "She's absolutely gorgeous—as elegant as a Roman goddess—"
"Wait a minute—wait a minute!" Loila quickly interrupted Hagrid, who seemed about to say something outrageous, "Um—why did you—call me about this?"
Let's get down to business—Loy got goosebumps just listening to Hagrid's words.
"It's like this, Professor Hamilton—you are one of the few people I know whose looks can rival Mrs. Maxim's—"
Did you say something very rude? — But it's hard to say who was rude to —
"So I wanted to ask you about—about what to wear on a date—and what girls like." Hagrid said, scratching his head, his honest face turning red.
What are you being shy about! And your question—I have absolutely no idea—I have absolutely no idea—" Loila pursed her lips as if she wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, she didn't know what to say, so she closed it again.
Her pointed ears were swaying rapidly, indicating that she was thinking quickly about Hagrid's problem, even though she didn't quite understand it.
But as Hagrid's friend, it was only right for him to help him.
"Um—could I—let me—see your clothes first?" Loila said carefully, "But—but I don't know much about this stuff—"
"Thank you so much, Professor Hamilton!" Hagrid, who hadn't heard what Loila said afterward, grabbed Loila's hand and shook it up and down.
"Aren't you being a little too excited?" — Loila shook her head, her head spinning from being shaken.
"Hurry up—let's get started."
"Okay, please wait a moment!" Hagrid nodded and then picked up the "curtain" he had just used, walking into the inner room of the cabin under Loila's somewhat surprised gaze.
Before long, he came out wearing a rather—well, very gorgeous—clothes. It was more like a formal dress than a suit, and even had a swallowtail. His sweater, which had looked dirty, had been transformed into a white shirt, and he looked quite presentable.
"How is it, Professor Hamilton?"
"It's...not bad..." Loila thought for a moment and said, "Compared to how slovenly she looked before, it's definitely much better."
"Ah—I didn't mean that before—" Realizing she had misspoke, Loila stammered as she tried to explain, but Hagrid nodded seriously.
"You're right, Professor Hamilton, I was indeed a bit too casual before."
So you can use such literary language?
"But anyway, right now, I need to make a good impression on Mrs. Maxim!" Hagrid nodded as he spoke. "The clothes issue is settled, so—Professor Hamilton, what do you think girls generally like to talk about?"
Shall we talk about something?
If it were me, it would be a magic circle — if it were Luna, it would be a horned snoring beast — Miss Nagini prefers to gossip or strange novels — Miss Shiloh prefers to talk about murder —
"It should be something I like, right?" Loila gave a somewhat perfunctory answer.
"Something you enjoy?" Hagrid paused for a few seconds after hearing this, then nodded knowingly. "I understand, Professor Hamilton."
"You mean guys who openly express their hobbies are the most popular, right?"
what?
Loila paused for a moment: "I'm not—"
"That's wonderful! I never imagined I'd be able to tell Mrs. Maxim about magical creatures—" Hagrid's booming voice immediately drowned out Loila's explanation. He paced excitedly around the cabin a few times, then said to Loila, "Thank you so much, Professor Hamilton!"
Seeing his sincere expression, Luo Yili realized that she probably couldn't tell him the truth.
But—but this is good too, at least Hagrid has gained a lot of confidence, right? Mr. Lockhart once said that confident people are the most attractive.
While Mr. Lockhart may not be reliable in other matters, he is quite adept at being popular.
In any case, Loila never saw a writer as popular as him again.
"So where should I arrange to meet Mrs. Maxim? — Forbidden Forest would be nice, but Durmstrang's people are busy setting up the venue — or how about Blackside then?"
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Suddenly hearing something, Loila immediately looked up at Hagrid, who was muttering to himself. She pursed her lips and said, "What are Durmstrangers doing in the Forbidden Forest?"
"Huh?" Hagrid paused for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "I didn't say anything about a forbidden forest, absolutely not!"
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After being stared at by the silent Loila for a few seconds, Hagrid finally scratched his head awkwardly and then lowered his voice to say, "Don't tell anyone about Professor Hamilton—I've only told you."
Really? I find it hard to believe—just look at your big mouth—
"Professor Hamilton, you know that this year's Triwizard Tournament will involve each of the three houses setting a challenge as a test, right?"
Of course I know, not only do I know, but I'm even responsible for one part of it. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
"Demstrand is in charge of the first level," Hagrid said, nodding. "And that first level is in the Forbidden Forest—"
It's supposedly related to the search for supplies—something like a search and manhunt.
"So recently, no one is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, not even me."
Is that so? — Although Loila wasn't a competitive athlete, the more she knew about Durmstrang, the better — after all, she still needed to think about killing their headmaster —
Even though Hagrid's information seemed useless, Royla was still grateful for his big mouth.
"By the way, Professor Hamilton, to thank you for your help, let's have some rock cakes!"
Is this how you repay me?
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