Hagrid had a very bad impression of Lockhart.
Come to think of it, why did the other party suddenly come to him just to teach him how to prevent water monsters from entering the well
Looking at Lockhart who kept nagging, Hagrid became dazed. He looked involuntarily at the place where Albert had just disappeared, and couldn't help but blame the guy who had just sneaked away.
Albert must have anticipated this situation, which is why he sneaked away.
Damn it, he didn’t even stay with me.
Hagrid felt it was inexplicably noisy. What did Lockhart just say
Harry signed a photo
"Does he need to give out autographed photos?" Hagrid felt speechless and interrupted, "Professor Lockhart, Harry doesn't need to give out autographed photos. He's already famous."
Lockhart frowned slightly at this, but soon continued to chatter about Harry coming to school in a flying car.
Hagrid was speechless for a moment. He simply fetched the freshly slaughtered rooster from the side and began plucking the chicken's feathers, making a few perfunctory remarks to the other party.
Lockhart's bragging made Hagrid feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand whether the other party didn't understand or was pretending not to understand. He kept nagging for nearly ten minutes.
I don’t know why this guy has so much to say. Doesn’t he feel thirsty
"If you need any help, just come to me." Lockhart gave Hagrid a self-proclaimed handsome smile, "You know where I am!"
"No thanks, I don't need any help at the moment," said Hagrid dryly.
"But I'm surprised you don't have a book I wrote yet." Lockhart was not embarrassed at all, and said to himself: "I will send you a signed book tonight. Well, goodbye!"
After Lockhart left, Hagrid immediately closed the wooden door and let out a long sigh.
Thank God, he's finally gone.
When Hagrid turned around, he saw Albert sitting in his original position again.
"Where were you hiding just now?" Hagrid glared at Albert angrily.
"If Lockhart sees me, he will definitely make more trouble, so it's better for me not to meet him here." Albert didn't pay attention to Hagrid's dissatisfied look, and casually changed the subject and asked: "By the way, what is the water monster that Lockhart mentioned just now?"
"Water monster is just a general term for monsters that live in water." Hagrid took the half-plucked rooster from the table, wiped the table clean with a rag, and put the teapot and snacks on it again.
"What kind of water monster lives in a well?" Albert asked, scratching Yaya's ear.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door.
Hagrid looked at Albert deeply, walked forward to open the door, and when he saw that the visitors were Harry, Ron and Hermione, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"What's Lockhart doing here, Hagrid?" came Harry Potter's voice from outside the door.
"Teach me how to keep the Nymph from getting into the well," said Hagrid angrily. "As if I didn't know. What's the matter with Ron? He looks ill."
As Harry and Hermione helped Ron over the threshold and walked into the cottage, they saw Albert sitting there rubbing his dog's head.
"Albert?" The surprise on Hermione's face quickly returned to normal, and she said with a smile: "Congratulations on winning the International Wizard Chess Championship."
"Thank you. What happened to Weasley? Was he hit by a curse?" Albert looked at Ron who was spitting slugs and suggested, "If you don't know how to remove the curse, it's best to take him to Madam Pomfrey. That way he can suffer less."
"Well..." Harry helped Ron sit on the chair and awkwardly told them the reason why Ron vomited slugs.
"He's lucky. Sometimes bad things can happen when a spell backfires." Albert looked at Ron with interest and took out his wand to try to remove the spell for him, but it obviously didn't have much effect because Ron was spitting slugs out of his mouth again. He looked really unpleasant.
"It's better to spit it out than swallow it," Hagrid didn't seem too worried and found a large copper basin and placed it in front of Ron.
"Swallow it?" Albert felt nauseous when he heard what Hagrid said.
"Is there nothing I can do?" Hermione asked.
"Failed. But that's to be expected. Spell backfire is inherently difficult to deal with." Albert didn't care about Ron's situation. After all, he wasn't the one spitting out slugs, and his friends didn't take him to the school hospital. Who could he blame
"It's time to replace that broken wand!"
Hagrid took the copper kettle to pour tea for several people, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, right, Harry. I heard that you sent out autographed photos, why didn't I get one?"
"I didn't send out autographed pictures," Harry protested, "that was Lockhart spreading rumors."
"Harry, you can go find Lee Jordan and have your wizard card signed." Albert suddenly remembered something and continued, "In this way, you won't need to sign anymore. I talked to Lockhart about this last time, and he has agreed to let me make a special wizard card for him."
"No, no thanks," Harry refused dryly.
"I suggest you don't refuse. Even Dumbledore is happy to do so." Albert kindly reminded, "In fact, most professors in the school have agreed."
"basically?"
"Professor Snape didn't agree, and I haven't been able to convince him for the time being. To be honest, Professor Snape may have a little misunderstanding about me." Albert decided to do it secretly by himself. Anyway, Snape was doomed in the end. As long as he had the photo, it was impossible for the other party to come out and cause trouble for him. So Albert didn't care whether Snape refused or not.
"I don't think I have," said Hagrid suddenly.
"Yes, I made it for you a long time ago. If you are interested, I will bring you a set of cards next time." Albert said with a smile.
"That's great!" Hagrid nodded with satisfaction. "But I don't want Lockhart's card."
"Hagrid doesn't like Professor Lockhart?" Hermione looked surprised.
"In fact, no one likes Professor Lockhart." Albert said without hesitation, "Haven't you noticed? Basically, all the professors in the school don't like Professor Lockhart very much."
Harry opened his mouth in shock, Hermione looked confused and lost, and Ron was still spitting slugs into the basin.
"I just came to ask Hagrid about Lockhart. Given his teaching level, I suspect that what Professor Lockhart described in the book is actually fiction."
"You shouldn't..."
"Lockhart just boasted to me about how he exorcised a female ghost. If any of what he said is true, I will eat the teapot." Hagrid also agreed with Albert's words.
"Hagrid, Dumbledore thinks Lockhart..." Hermione's voice couldn't help but rise a few notches.
"Who did Ron want to curse just now?" Albert rudely changed the subject. He would not talk to a fan about someone she liked. That was unwise.
"Malfoy," Ron said hoarsely. "Malfoy called Hermione 'Mudblood'"
"Is it true?" Hagrid looked at Hermione indignantly, wanting to get the answer from her personally.
"Yes," nodded Hermione, "but I don't know what that means."
"Mudblood refers to Muggle wizards like us." Albert explained casually, "It is a derogatory term for people whose parents are not able to perform magic."
Hagrid looked at Albert speechlessly. He didn't understand why Albert didn't seem to be angry at all.
"Actually, you don't know." Albert drank a sip of tea and shook his head, saying, "Those so-called pure-blood wizards in the wizarding world are just a bunch of pathetic creatures."
At this moment, everyone was stunned, even Ron stopped vomiting.
"So-called pure-bloods are actually the offspring of close relatives. After all, there are only a few pure-blood wizards in the UK, so it's inevitable that they are all related." Albert began to explain to the stunned three people: "Direct blood relatives within three generations are considered close relatives."
"You may not know that inbreeding can cause a lot of problems, such as genetic diseases, decreased intelligence, schizophrenia, and tempers that make people angry, arrogant, conceited, and even unreasonable." Albert took a sip of tea and said in a teasing tone, "Now do you know why dark wizards are more cruel? Because they are the product of inbreeding, and they cannot choose their birth. That's why I say they are pitiful creatures. Just imagine being born with a more violent temper or a genetic disease."
Hagrid found it extremely absurd, but he also felt that what Albert said made some sense. Aren't most of the Death Eaters the so-called pure-blood wizards
Don't those so-called pure-blood wizards like to marry their close relatives
"Although the magical power of offspring produced by such intermarriage may be much stronger than that of ordinary wizards, it is not a matter of seeing whose spell is more powerful." Albert raised his hand and tapped his head, saying, "Wizards need to rely more on their brains. Is the brain the most important? Even if a genius is born, the probability is very low, and it may be accompanied by many genetic problems."
Ron suddenly wanted to laugh. The Malfoy family, who had a strong sense of superiority, became worthless wretches in Albert's mouth. Malfoy should really be allowed to hear these words.
vomit!
Ron quickly leaned over again, retching, and a few slugs popped out of his mouth again.
This seemed to wake up the other three people. However, the expressions on their faces became very strange.