Chapter 539： Poor pure blood (1/2)

Hagrid's sense of Lockhart was really bad.

Having said that, the other party suddenly ran over to find him, actually trying to teach him how to prevent the monster from getting into the well?

Seeing Lockhart who was constantly nagging in his mouth, Hagrid became dazed, and he couldn't help but look at the location where Albert had just disappeared, and couldn't help complaining about the guy who had just sneaked away.

Albert must have expected this situation a long time ago, so he sneaked away.

Damn, I didn't stay with myself.

Hagrid felt inexplicably noisy, what did Lockhart just say?

Khali sent a signed photo?

”Does he need to send an autographed photo?” Hagrid felt speechless and interrupted aloud. ”Professor Lockhart, Harry doesn't need to send an autographed photo. He is already very famous.”

Lockhart frowned slightly when he heard this, but soon continued to nag about the incident that Harry came to school in a flying car.

Hagrid was speechless, so he took the newly slaughtered rooster from the side, and began to pluck the feathers, and casually said something to him.

Lockhart's various bragging made Hagrid feel uncomfortable. He really didn't understand whether the other party couldn't understand or deliberately didn't understand. He just nagged for nearly ten minutes.

I don't know how this person can say so much, wouldn't he be thirsty?

”If you need any help, just come to me.” Lockhart smiled pretentiously at Hagrid, ”You know where I am!”

”No, thanks, I don't need help for the time being,” Hagrid said dryly.

”However, I'm surprised that you don't even have a book I wrote.” Lockhart said without embarrassment at all, and said to himself: ”Tonight, I will send a signed book. Good. ,Goodbye!”

After Lockhart had left, Hagrid immediately closed the wooden door and exhaled greatly.

Thankfully, he finally left.

When Hagrid turned his head, he saw Albert sitting in his original position again.

”Where did you hide?” Hagrid glared at Albert angrily.

”If Lockhart sees me, it will definitely be more tossing, so I'd better not see him here.” Albert ignored Hagrid's dissatisfied gaze, and asked casually, ”Speaking of which, What is the water monster that Lockhart just mentioned?”

”Water monsters are just a general term, referring to those 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 back on.

”What water monster will live in a well?” Albert asked, scratching his toothy ear.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door.

Hagrid took a deep look at Albert, stepped forward to open the door, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were coming.

”Why is Lockhart coming to you, Hagrid?” Harry Potter's voice came from outside the door.

”Teach me how to prevent the water monster from getting into the well,” Hagrid said angrily. ”As if I didn't know it, what happened to Ron? He seems to be sick?”

Harry and Hermione crossed the threshold with Ron. When they entered the cabin, they saw Albert sitting there rubbing the 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 it hit by a curse?” Albert looked at Ron who was spitting a slug and suggested, ”If you can't solve the curse, you'd better take him to Pang. Mrs. Frey, that way he can suffer less.”

”That...” Harry helped Ron to sit on the chair and awkwardly explained to the two of the reasons why Ron had slugs.

”His luck is not bad. Sometimes something very bad happens when the curse is tempered.” Albert looked at Ron with interest, and took out his wand to try to solve the curse for him, but obviously nothing big. The effect, because Ron was spitting slugs in his mouth again, which looked really unflattering.

”It's better to spit it out than swallow it,” Hagrid didn't seem to worry much, and found a large copper basin and placed it in front of Ron.

”Swallow?” Albert couldn't help feeling sick when he listened to Hagrid's words.

”No way?” Hermione asked.

”Failed. But, as expected, the spell tempering is a more difficult situation to deal with.” Albert doesn't care about Ron's situation. Anyway, the slug is not himself, his friends are all Who can blame it for not taking people to the school hospital?