Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Hagrid, did you beat the giant?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"I went to the giants with Olim, you know, they are quite big and very easy to find."

"Where are they?" said Ron.

"On the hill," Hagrid said unhelpfully.

"Come on, Hagrid," urged Ron, "and the professor will tell you the story of how he and Harry were attacked by dementors."

"What?" Hagrid was shocked. "Gildrow, you were attacked by Dementors? How many?"

"Not much, it's gone, Harry can handle it alone." Lockhart replied, "Tell me why the giant beat you."

"Oh, Hagrid, that's unsanitary—let's go to Madam Pangli," Hermione began, but Hagrid had already slapped the flesh on her bruised eyes.

He took another sip of tea, then said, "Well, we set off as soon as last semester ended—"

"Olim and I. You know, she's a noble, well-dressed woman, and I know where we're going, and I'm worried she won't be able to stand rock climbing and sleeping in caves, but she doesn't complain. bear it down.”

"You know where you're going?" Harry repeated. "You know where the giant is?"

"Well, Dumbledore knows, he told us," said Hagrid.

"Are they hiding somewhere?" Ron asked. "That's a secret, isn't it? Where are they?"

"Not all," said Hagrid, shaking his unkempt head, "but other wizards don't bother to care where they are as long as they're far enough away. But their place is very hard to get to, anyway, humans think it used to be quite a bit. Difficult, that's why we need Dumbledore's instructions. It took us a month to get to—"

"Hagrid, I just want to know why the giants rejected you, did they agree to the Death Eaters?" Lockhart didn't want to know these details.

"Okay, here we are, Dijon—found the giant."

"How old are they?" Ron whispered.

"About six or seven meters high," Hagrid said casually. "Some tall people may be eight meters."

"Then how many are they?" Harry asked.

"Seventy or eighty, I think," said Hagrid.

"That's all?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," said Hagrid sadly, "there are only eighty of them left. There used to be many of them, at least a hundred different tribes scattered all over the world. But they have been dying out for a long time, and the wizards have killed a lot of them. , of course, but mostly because they killed each other, and now they're dying faster. They can't get used to living so close together. Dumbledore says it's all our fault, it's the wizard who forced them to move to a place far away from us, and, for their own safety, there is no other way for them not to live together."

"And then?" Lockhart urged.

"Then, as instructed by Dumbledore, I gave them gifts."

"What?" Hermione tried hard not to look at Lockhart.

"A branch that burns forever, made by Dumbledore."

"Burning forever?" Hermione was interested, how did she do it.

"It doesn't burn forever, Hermione, it just burns for hundreds of years. When the magic power is exhausted, it goes out." As a professor, Lockhart couldn't help but give her popular science, "Did you not listen to the class well this semester."

Hermione turned her head angrily, as if she didn't want to explain to Lockhart.

"Well, is that so? I don't understand very well," Hagrid said quickly. "Anyway, the giants are happy that they think it's burning forever."

"And then." Harry asked eagerly.

"And then according to Dumbledore's instructions, I'm going to deliver another gift the next day."

"Why didn't you talk to them that day?" Hermione asked.

"Dumbledore told us to take our time," said Hagrid, "to let them know we kept our word, 'bring another present tomorrow', and then we'll go and give another gift tomorrow -- it will make them think we are It's trustworthy, understand? Also, it gives them enough time to check our present, and when they realize it's really a good thing, they'll rush for more."

"But, that night, something bad happened."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked hurriedly.

"It seems that a very strong Death Eater has come, and it may be the You-Know-Who himself." Hagrid said sadly, "He came and killed the original leader, and then supported another, and then the giants were no longer willing. See us."

Hagrid sighed deeply.

"We tried to talk to the new leader after the Death Eater left, but obviously he was hit with the Imperius Curse or something, and he wanted to attack us."

Hermione covered her mouth with her hands.

"How did you escape?" Harry asked.

"Olim attacked him," said Hagrid, "she drew her wand, and I've never seen anyone cast a spell so fast, it's pretty cool, but we use magic against them, and that's what the giants do best. Where we hate wizards, we can only run away, because we know we can never go back to their territory."

"God, Hagrid," Ron whispered.

"But, since you were only there for three days, why did you come back so late?" Hermione asked.

"We didn't only stay for three days!" said Hagrid angrily, "Dumbledore is counting on us!"

"We went to the lone giant," said Hagrid, "but the new leader drove us away again..."

Hagrid looked at the crowd sadly.

"So...then the giant is the enemy?" Ron said disappointedly.

"The enemy, we should find a way to destroy it." Lockhart squeezed his fist, "We can't be soft on them."

"Professor," Hermione whispered after a while.

"Huh?" Lockhart looked at Hermione unexpectedly. She hadn't taken the initiative to speak to him for several days.

"You can't deal with those giants, they may be the last giants." Hermione said weakly, looking at the ground.

Hagrid and Lockhart were staring straight at her, and Hermione looked a little scared.

"Hermione is right, Gilderoy." Hagrid said, "I know you must have a way, but you can't exterminate giants."

"I'm sorry... Hagrid, I wouldn't think that way." Lockhart forgot that Hagrid had a blood relationship with the giant.

"Hagrid, have you seen your mother?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Dead," Hagrid grumbled, "dead years ago... they told me."

"Oh...I...I'm really sorry," Hermione's voice was barely audible, and Hagrid shrugged his broad shoulders.

"No," he said simply, "I didn't remember her very much at first. She was not a good mother."

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