Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 130 Hogwarts' Internal and External Troubles

Chapter 130 Hogwarts' Internal and External Troubles

In a small cabin at the edge of the field, the tall and strong Hagrid sat restlessly, his mind wandering.

After drinking two glasses of water, Hagrid realized he hadn't put in a tea bag. He went to find one, but as he turned around, he knocked the kettle over.

After finding the tea bags in the cupboard, Hagrid put the empty kettle on the stove. It was only after Bassheda reminded him that he remembered to refill the kettle on the stove.

"Hagrid, you look nervous," Belvina said, covering her hands with a steaming teacup.

"Really? No way!" Hagrid said. "I'm just really worried about the roosters in the coop. They can't afford any more accidents."

Hagrid tried hard to appear relaxed, but he kept glancing nervously out the window. At the slightest sound outside, his large, fan-like hand would instinctively reach for the crossbow on the table.

Although Belvina had already removed the arrow from the crossbow.

"I know what you're worried about, Hagrid," Belvina said calmly. "There was an attack on a Muggle at school, and the perpetrator hasn't been caught yet. You're worried that something like what happened fifty years ago will happen again."

Hagrid grew even more nervous; his disheveled hair and beard couldn't hide his terrible complexion. He stammered, "Fifty years ago...no—Professor Dumbledore is still here—it won't be like it was fifty years ago—"

"Are you saying there won't be any deaths, or that you won't be taken away again?" Belvina's emotions and tone remained largely unchanged. "Or perhaps both."

Hagrid's face turned deathly pale, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. He looked at Belvina, then at Bassheda, and said, "You—you knew everything?"

"That's terrible. Your criminal record is going to be a huge disadvantage for you." Belvina didn't exaggerate; she told the truth. "If another attack happens, Delis will definitely take you back for investigation, just like he did fifty years ago."

"It wasn't me! I didn't!" Hagrid shouted excitedly, his booming voice making Belvina and Bassheda's heads spin.

Bassheda quickly offered a few words of reassurance, saying, "Hagrid, we believe in you, and Professor Dumbledore believes in you too."

We all know the attack had nothing to do with you; you were framed.

At this moment, the half-giant looked as aggrieved as a baby over seven hundred months old, his mouth trembling beneath his messy black beard.

I felt extremely wronged.

Anyone who has been falsely accused for fifty years would be as excited and unable to contain themselves as Hagrid if someone were suddenly willing to believe in their innocence.

Once Hagrid calmed down, Belvina spoke again, saying, "According to my information, you were raising an eight-eyed giant spider, which was mistaken for a monster attacking students. There were also accusations that you were raising werewolf cubs in your dorm and fighting with trolls—"

As she spoke, Belvina couldn't help but laugh out loud, while even Bassheda tightly pursed her lips, her facial muscles twitching, clearly struggling.

Only Hagrid couldn't laugh in the simple wooden hut, because these were all his crimes from back then, the reasons he was expelled from Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it." Belvina tried to suppress her laughter and make herself look serious, but she really couldn't.

Belvina rested her arm on the table, covered her mouth with her right hand, and said with a laugh, "I'm so sorry—I tried my best—keeping werewolf cubs under your dorm beds is too extravagant for Gryffindor. And enjoying the view from the upper floors is one thing—"

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Bassheda, standing to the side, also propped her arm on the table, biting her index finger lightly with her pearly teeth, trying her best not to laugh too unrestrainedly.

But suppressing laughter was just too difficult. Bassheda's threshold for laughter, which usually fluctuated wildly, was unusually low tonight. She slowly lowered her head.

He buried his face in his arms, his shoulders shrugging.

"I didn't!" Hagrid's face was flushed red in the firelight. "I didn't keep wolf cubs in the dormitory, people would find out! Even Aragog was kept in the cupboard—"

"Oh, Aragog, that eight-eyed giant spider?" Belvina was still covering her mouth. "Is it dead?"

Fifty years ago, all the accusations against Hagrid sounded ridiculous, and no one with a sound mind would have believed them.

It's true that giant spiders attack humans, but these ferocious spiders treat humans as food. It's also impossible to raise werewolf cubs in a dormitory, as there are too many people and too many eyes to be seen. And running into the Forbidden Forest to fight a giant is even more absurd; has anyone ever seen that?

It was all fabricated charges, all a case of drawing bullseye on bullet holes, all to pin the blame on Hagrid and make him responsible for the attack.

"No, I hid it in the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid muttered, letting slip again, "I also found Aragog a companion, but Aragog and its offspring have never harmed humans, never!"

"You should know how dangerous the Octopod Spider is, right?" Belvina finally lowered her arm, her smile gone. "Putting everything else aside, I personally support your expulsion from school."

With her shoulders shrugged, Bassheda secretly kicked Belvina under the table, reminding her to watch her tone and not be so direct.

"Aragok won't hurt the students, it won't," Hagrid retorted gruffly. "It's very gentle—in short, Aragok won't hurt anyone in the school."

"I hope you're not saying the Eight-Eyed Spider is docile, Hagrid." Belvina's gaze drifted towards the Forbidden Forest outside. "You might be able to control Aragog and prevent it from harming the students, but what if you're no longer at the school one day?"

Hagrid wanted to argue, but he couldn't utter a single word and could only sit there blankly.

"Will Aragog still be so docile?" Belvina got up and went to the window, her reflection shimmering in the glass. "Fifty years, half a century—have you considered how many giant eight-eyed spiders there are in the Forbidden Forest? What if they one day wander into the school?"

Hagrid gaped, speechless, unable to refute, and he didn't even dare to follow Belvina's line of thought any further.

Humans are a tender and delicious meal for the giant spider. They can temporarily suppress their nature and not attack students in schools, but who can guarantee that their nature will be suppressed forever?

It's hard to say how many of the eight-eyed giant spiders living in the Forbidden Forest would turn into cookies once they unleash their true nature.

Therefore, even though she knew Hagrid was innocent, Belvina still thought he deserved to be expelled from school, and even felt that it was reasonable for Hagrid to be framed.

The boy, who is suspected of having giant blood, also happens to keep giant spiders that like to eat humans. He is the perfect scapegoat, and it would be unreasonable for him not to take the blame.

"It takes two to tango, I don't really like that saying," Belvina said, "but it's surprisingly fitting for you, Hagrid. If you hadn't kept the dangerous giant spider, those problems might not have arisen."

Hagrid was still speechless. From the eight-eyed giant spider to the fire dragon, he always liked those magical creatures that were full of danger. They might not harm Hagrid, after all, he was different from ordinary people, but they would threaten the safety of others.

Bassheda, who was sitting at the table, had already straightened up. She gently patted Hagrid's strong arm to comfort the wounded Hagrid.

Belvina was still standing by the window. Whether it was the Ministry of Magic in London, which was far away, or Hogwarts, which was just a stone's throw away, both were filled with all sorts of problems, and each one was more troublesome and worse than the last.

"Hagrid, were you reported for this fifty years ago, or did the school find the eight-eyed giant spider?" Belvina asked. She was having a headache. There was a thousand-year-old basilisk inside the castle, and an eight-eyed giant spider outside. The Scottish Highlands were more lively than Shanxi Province.

"I was reported," Hagrid said in a muffled voice. He was now very curious about what Belvina was thinking. Was she planning to deal with Aragog?

Belvina turned around and said, "Do you know who reported you?"

Hagrid's gaze darted away, even more so when he accidentally revealed Aragog's name.

Clearly, Hagrid knew who had reported him to the school and the Ministry of Magic, but he was unwilling to reveal that person's name.

Hagrid stared at the kettle on the stove for a while, until it began to hiss rapidly, before he uttered the man's name. He said, "Tom Riddle."

Upon hearing this name, which was both unfamiliar and familiar, Belvina was taken aback, but she quickly composed herself and her expression returned to normal. She knew what this name represented.

"It's getting late, I think we should go," Belvina said. "Hagrid, you don't need to worry about the Aurors and the law enforcement team for now. Dexter has already returned to London, and although Felix is ​​still at school, he's one of my men."

Basilda stood up, straightened her cloak, and glanced at Belvina with slight surprise, not understanding why her friend had suddenly suggested leaving.

"That—Aragok," Hagrid, barely able to save himself, was still worried about his eight-eyed giant spider.

"I hope Professor Dumbledore will handle this impartially," Belvina said, "although I don't think he will."

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After saying that, Belvina pushed open the door and walked out of the cabin, her steps even more hurried than when she came.