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Chapter 57 What's wrong with the kids wanting to play games?

"Could I be something, Hagrid?"

"Could it be that you are a woman... cough—"

Hagrid only noticed Ares's grim expression before he blurted out the words, and he choked on his breath.

"Ahem—a kind-hearted wizard—"

Although Ares Delphinor was very young, his status as a professor and the many young wizards Ares had saved in the past were enough to earn Hagrid's respect.

He shrank his furry head and said guiltily,

"Many magical creatures only allow kind-hearted humans to approach them...that's how it is."

"nature-"

Ares's expression softened somewhat, and he nodded.

Many girls have said—I'm a good person...

"So, do you need any help, Hagrid? I'll watch it for you, and you can bandage it?"

"Thank you so much, Professor Delfino."

Hagrid said sincerely.

Tonight, Harry discovered a new side of Hagrid.

Hagrid, who is twice the size of an average person, is incredibly gentle when facing these strange creatures.

As he bandaged the unicorn's wounds, the expression on his rugged face resembled that of a mother caring for her injured cub. Moreover, his clumsy fingers were much more dexterous than they appeared; he cleaned the unicorn's wounds, neatly bandaged them, and even tied a bow at the end.

"Phew, that's about right—"

Hagrid beamed with joy as he watched the limping unicorn circling around him.

"Go on, little guy, and remember to stay away from those crazed centaurs and eight-eyed spiders... they're being especially unreasonable right now!"

The little unicorn blinked its bright eyes, indicating that it understood.

Then, it affectionately pressed its cheek against Hagrid's large, fan-like hand, turned its head, bowed its front legs towards Ares, and then retreated.

"Honestly, being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a waste of your talents, Professor Delfino—"

On his way back, Hagrid still expressed regret.

Have you ever considered stepping down from your current position...?

Well, you know, nobody really stays as a Defense Profession teacher for more than a year—after that, try being a Game Ranger...it's actually a pretty good job, you get to deal with all sorts of cute little creatures and really utilize your talents...unless, well, you don't really like them?"

"No, I really love small animals."

"really?!"

"Of course, every meal is essential!"

Hagrid: .....

"Hagrid!"

Harry, who had been enjoying the breeze for a while, couldn't help but call out as he watched Hagrid walk toward the house with Professor Delphinor.

"Who... Oh my god, I almost forgot about you two little ones!"

Hagrid snapped out of his reverie and said with a smile,

"We just saw each other yesterday, didn't we, Harry? You're already missing me again... If you ask me, you must have inherited your father James's habits—running around late at night on the first day of school?"

Harry glanced at Professor Delphinor, who seemed insignificant compared to Hagrid, and saw him smiling encouragingly at the two of them.

"I'm not just wandering around, Hagrid—"

Harry cleared his throat.

"There's a reason we're here."

"Really? — Why don't we go inside and talk, Harry? That old glutton Filch often wanders around the grounds after dark. If he finds you two..."

"Let's say it here, Harry, we don't have much time left."

Ares added a sentence.

And so, the conversation began.

"I don't know if you've heard of... uh, the 'Protect the Captain' game, Hagrid?"

"Oh, what do you think? Even Tooth knows!"

Hagrid was still smiling at Harry.

"The students in the castle have been discussing it all day...some students say this game is much more fun than Quidditch."

"I'd also like to see it... If it's convenient, Professor Delfino, could you allow me to take a look?"

"That's certainly not a problem."

Ares said with a smile.

"Yes, it's very interesting!"

Harry took a breath, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"But I haven't had a chance to try yet... You know, Professor Dumbledore—"

"Ah, yes, I've heard about that too."

Hagrid clicked his tongue, his expression regretful.

"Just like Quidditch, first-year students aren't allowed to participate, right...?"

"I know you must be very upset... but Professor Dumbledore has his reasons. After all, he's responsible for the safety of so many students... Honestly, I've never seen Professor Dumbledore so angry in all these years after what happened on the train!"

"We intend to change Professor Dumbledore's decision."

Hagrid's rambling made Harry realize that he probably couldn't easily persuade Hagrid, but he still went ahead and spoke anyway.

"Change...Professor Dumbledore's decision?"

That's it.

Harry held his breath.

"We have a plan... well, a lot of people involved—upper-year students, professors, and some ghosts... well, we're trying to gather as many people as possible to negotiate with Professor Dumbledore... to get him to agree—"

Just like when Ron first confronted Malfoy, Harry's voice eventually became garbled under Hagrid's increasingly stern gaze.

A silence fell, and even Ya Ya, who was standing to the side, stopped whimpering and shrank back.

"This is pure nonsense, Harry!"

Hagrid suddenly exploded, glaring angrily at Harry.

"Negotiations with Professor Dumbledore... a bunch of students, how did you even come up with that idea!"

"We just want to fight for what is rightfully ours."

Hagrid's anger, however, ignited the boy's indomitable spirit; Harry's expression hardened.

"It's not just nonsense."

"No? Hmm? Really?"

Hot air was billowing from Hagrid's nostrils, and his expression was terrifying.

"Have you heard why Professor Dumbledore forbade first-year students from playing with that? — He did it for your safety... After such a terrible disaster, do you know how much pressure Professor Dumbledore was under to keep the school running?"

And how did you little guys repay him, huh?

Just to play a "protect the captain" game, you form a group to oppose him?

"Harry, Ron... oh, and Professor Delfino, you're here for this too, right?"

Not to be rude, but you guys are just—

"I know where to get Norwegian Spinosaurus eggs."

Ares said.

"Not to be mean—cough cough, of course, for kids your age, wanting to play some exciting games is nothing wrong with that."

Hagrid's original words suddenly came to a halt, and his attitude made a complete 180° turn!

He stared intently at Delfino, his eyes gleaming.

"Ahem—well, to be honest, Professor Dumbledore sometimes... well, he is a little too worried."

You came to me wanting me to talk to Dumbledore, right... No problem, once this whole train thing has blown over...

"The items are guaranteed authentic, payment is required before delivery, but you have to pay for it yourself, Haiger... and you have to keep this a secret for me."

Also, when I have time, I can try to "persuade" the eight-eyed spider and the centaur in the forest for you.

"Where's Dumbledore? I'm going to find him right now and have a word with him—seriously, what's wrong with the kids wanting to play games?!"

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