Chapter 206 (1/2)

At dinner time, they were the first to arrive at the auditorium, hoping to see Hagrid there, but he was not there.

”They won't fire him, will they?” Hermione asked anxiously, the steak pudding in front of her did not move. ”They'd better not fire him.” Ron said he didn't eat either.

Harry was looking at the table at Slytherin house. A large group of people, including Crabbe and Goyle, were huddled together and talking. Harry was sure they were making up a story about how Malfoy was injured.

”Well, you can't say the first day is boring.” Said Ron gloomily. After dinner, they went upstairs to the common room of Gryffindor house to do the homework assigned by Professor McGonagall, but the four stopped from time to time and kept looking out of the tower window.

”There's a light in Hagrid's window.” Harry said suddenly. Ron looks at his watch.

”If we hurry up, we can go downstairs to see him. It's still early...”

”I don't know.” Hermione said slowly. Harry saw her glance at himself.

”I can walk through the field,” said Harry bluntly. ”Sirius Black hasn't crossed the Dementors, has he?”

Hermione takes a look at Van Lin and finds that she is not on her side. In fact, Hermione is also worried about Hagrid.

”Let's go...” Fanlin saw that several people were waiting for him to decide, so he nodded. At least Sirius had not arrived so soon. Dementors guarded the intersection, and they were not decoration.

As a matter of fact, van Lim hoped Sirius would arrive earlier, so that he could have a good talk with Sirius. He should take time to go to the secret road under willow to go straight to Hogsmeade's scream shack.

In this way, several people packed up their things and walked out of the hole in the portrait. Happily, they did not meet anyone on the way to the gate. They were not sure whether they were allowed to go out.

The grass was still wet and looked almost black in the dusk. They went to Hagrid's hut, knocked on the door, and a voice roared, ”come in.” Hagrid sat by his scrubbed wooden table in his shirt, his hound fangs, and his head on Hagrid's legs; they knew at a glance that Hagrid had drunk a lot of wine, and in front of him was a large single handle wine glass about the size of a bucket, and he seemed to have difficulty seeing them clearly.

”I'm afraid it's a new record,” he said, after recognizing them. ”I don't think they've ever had a teacher who's been working for a day.”

”Cheer up, Hagrid...” Van Lin said he used his wand to clean up Hagrid's desk. Hagrid was in a bad state, even worse than he thought.

”You're not fired, Hagrid!” Said Hermione, panting.

”Not yet,” Hagrid said sadly, taking another sip from the large single handle glass. ”But it's just a matter of time, isn't it, from Malfoy's house...”

”How is he now?” Fanlin said, and then they all sat down. ”Is it not serious?”