Chapter 152: Confused Hagrid
Chapter 152 Tangled Hagrid
After saying goodbye to Cedric, Kyle left the castle and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid was standing in the vegetable patch in front of his cabin, watering pumpkins as big as wheels.
“It’s Kyle, come in and sit down.”
The two walked into the wooden house, and Hagrid happily brought Kyle cakes and a teapot.
“How is the new school year feeling?”
“It’s not bad.” Kyle didn’t touch the rock cake, but just took a sip of tea and said, “It’s just that there are more classes every week than last year.”
"Yes, the studies in the second grade are indeed heavier than the first grade." Hagrid said with a smile: "But if it is you, it will be fine. Harry mentioned you to me when he came here yesterday. "
“Potter?”
Kyle was a little surprised. He remembered that he and Harry didn't have much interaction. Except for the last time they met in the corridor, they had never been alone together.
At that time, he also gave Harry a map and a pack of pet snacks, thinking that the other party would not say anything bad about him.
“Harry said that thanks to the map you gave him, he hasn’t been late these days.” Hagrid said with a smile.
When he thought of Harry sitting in the hut yesterday and telling him about the interesting things that happened at school, Hagrid couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
The little guy was too curious and kept asking about the magic stone, which gave him a headache.
The Philosopher's Stone was a secret that Dumbledore had repeatedly warned. As the most strict-tongued person at Hogwarts, Hagrid would certainly not be able to tell anyone about it.
But at the same time, he didn't want to deceive Harry, so he could only find various excuses to excuse him.
It’s quite confusing, and it takes a lot of brain power.
“That’s it…”
Kyle nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.
He estimated that Harry just mentioned it casually while chatting with Hagrid, as if he was talking about what he had eaten last night, with no special intention.
Hagrid might have forgotten about it if he had come a few days later.
Seeing that Kyle didn't speak, Hagrid picked up the copper kettle next to him and gave him another cup of tea. At the same time, he couldn't help but think:
This is chatting, it’s relaxed, enjoyable, and more importantly, it doesn’t require using your brain.
"Have a try on this." Hagrid handed over the plate with rock biscuits and said with a smile: "I just baked it yesterday and it's still crispy. By the way, where are your friends? Why didn't you come with us? ."
“Sorry, I just had breakfast and I really can’t eat anything else.”
Kyle politely rejected Hagrid's suggestion to help him change his teeth and said: "We are selecting new Quidditch players recently. Cedric and the others have all gone to the stadium."
“Yeah…Quidditch.”
Hagrid suddenly said: "Time flies so fast. It's time to replace the new players. I remember you also like Quidditch, right?"
"Yeah." Kyle nodded and said, "I have already signed up, but I have to wait until next week to take the assessment."
“I believe you can pass.”
"I think so too." Kyle smiled and said: "Besides, maybe Porter can also join the team this year."
"Harry? It's impossible." Hagrid shook his head and said, "First-year students are not allowed to participate in Quidditch. This is a rule."
“That’s true, but Gryffindor really needs a Seeker this year.”
Kyle said: "If Potter inherits his father's abilities, Professor McGonagall will probably be admitted to him under special circumstances."
"James..." Hagrid thought for a while and said suddenly: "Oh, by the way, James is indeed an excellent seeker. He also led Gryffindor to win several Quidditch Cups back then. "
Hagrid couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.
If Harry could really join the Quidditch team in his first year, I believe he would be very happy. After all, who doesn’t love Quidditch?
But soon, Hagrid thought of something and couldn't help laughing.
If Kyle and Harry both join the team, then who will he cheer for when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor play...
Hagrid’s face gradually wrinkled up, and he pulled at his beard tangledly.
Kyle called him three times in a row, and Hagrid finally came back to his senses.
“What were you thinking about just now? You were so absorbed in it.”
"No, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that the water in the pumpkin patch has not been finished yet." Hagrid lied.
He has just decided to cheer for both colleges at the same time, like applauding whoever scores a goal, but this kind of thing must not be said openly.
Hagrid then went to water the pumpkin patch, and Kyle followed him outside the house, but did not return to the castle.
His friends, including Mikel and Ryan, have all gone to the Quidditch pitch, and there is no point in him going back.
Kyle looked around, found a flat place, and began to take things out of his leather bag.
Portable stoves, crucibles, herbs... were soon piled up on the floor.
“Kyle, what are you doing?” Hagrid asked curiously.
“Brew some magic potions, or pet tonics.”
Kyle lit the stove with his wand and placed the cauldron on it.
Hagrid was quite interested when he heard that Kyle was preparing to brew the pet tonic, but he only watched it for a while before turning back to the pumpkin patch.
Can’t understand, can’t understand at all.
Hagrid had a hard time understanding why Kyle couldn't put out all the powder at once, but had to put it out three times, with different intervals.
He wanted to write down the whole process, but just the time between them made him dizzy.
What I just jotted down, I forgot all about it in the blink of an eye.
Hagrid decisively gave up on trying to learn a trick or two and went to water the pumpkin.
Kyle, who was staring intently at the fire, didn't notice anything strange about Hagrid. He held the wand and would stir the potion in the cauldron from time to time.
Making a potion is a delicate job. No matter how simple it is, a single oversight may ruin all the work. He doesn't want to have to do it all over again.
Time passes slowly.
By the time Hagrid had watered all the pumpkins, Kyle was almost done.
He poured some dark green powder into the crucible, and then stirred it counterclockwise with his wand.
The orange-yellow liquid in the crucible gradually turned red.
That kind of red is very beautiful, crystal clear, without a trace of magazine, just like a melted ruby.
Kyle extinguished the fire in the stove, and after the crucible gradually cooled down, he carefully poured the potion inside into a prepared bottle.
No more, no less, just one bottle.
“This is pet tonic?” Hagrid looked at the bottle curiously.
“Yes.” Kyle handed him the bottle and said with a smile, “But to be precise, it should be a special rat tonic.”
(End of this chapter)