Chapter 895 (2/2)
”It was an accident, an accident,” Hagrid said hastily, closing the door and all the windows after they came in, but Hermione saw the look of horror on his face.
Hagrid's hair was glued together by clotted blood, and his left eye had a swollen scar and one had been beaten purple black. There were a lot of bruises on his face and hands, some of which were still bleeding. Judging from his careful movements, Harry suspected that he had also hurt his ribs.
Apparently, he had just arrived home, and his black cloak and rucksack were on the chair behind the door. Hagrid, a man of two men, was putting a tin pot on the stove.
”What happened to you?” Harry asked, his teeth bouncing around them, trying to lick their faces
”It was an accident!” Hagrid insisted. ”Would you like a cup of tea?”
”Don't lie,” said Ron. ”Tell me the truth.”
”I told you, it's OK,” Hagrid looked at them and was ready to give them a smile, but he turned away from them with a cringe.”You should know what you're doing, Hagrid.” Van Lin said seriously.
”I know very well. Well, I'm fine. It's just an accident.” Hagrid said in a loud voice, probably because of the lack of confidence. In the back, the voice became smaller and smaller, until there was no sound. It sounded a little weak. Hagrid had to quickly change the topic.
”Hi! It's nice to see you all! What a lovely summer, isn't it
”Hagrid, you're attacked!” said Ron.
”I told you just now. It was an accident.” Hagrid insisted. ”You don't think we'll see it at all. Have you ever been beaten in the face?” Said Ron.
”You should let Madame Pomfrey show you, Hagrid,” said Hermione, worried. ”Your wound looks dirty!”
”They won't kill me, it's OK,” Hagrid said stiffly. He went to the big wooden table in the middle of the hut and jerked off the rag. Below was a steak the size of a car tire, dripping green and bloody.
”Hagrid, you don't want this?” Ron said he leaned over the table and looked at the meat. ”It looks like it's poisonous.”
”It just looks toxic, it's dragon meat,” Hagrid said. ”Oh, I won't eat it!”
He picked up a piece of dragon meat and patted it gently on his left cheek. When he let out a satisfied groan, the green blood was dripping down his beard.
”It's much better. They're very effective in healing wounds.”
”You should have told me in the letter so that I can give you some medicine, Hagrid.” Fanlin said,
”so, will you tell us what happened to you?” Harry asked
”no, Harry, it's top secret. My job doesn't allow me to tell you”
”did the giant hit you, Hagrid?” Hermione asked calmly.
Hagrid's Dragon fell on his chest.
”Did you tell them?”
”It's no secret.” Hermione confessed, ”we're at the order of the Phoenix headquarters, but you've never been here.”
”So the giant did it? But Fanlin didn't tell us when he came back that you were hurt... ” Harry asked quickly.
”And it looks like some new wounds!” Ron went on.
”And Gloop, who is he?” Hermione asked again.