Chapter 737 - Frost Moon Ⅳ (2/2)

A Bend in Time EsliEsma 36400K 2022-07-25

Rowan almost spits out the tea, she had in her mouth. That hideous creature from Potter's time! It was an extremely evil-tempered creature with gray, shiny armor with a poisonous tail and that expelled fire from its backside. Why in heavens name did Hagrid want to bring forth such an atrocity to life!

Taking a deep breath, Rowan tries to be kind with her wording but decides in the end that subtly is wasted on Hagrid. ”Hagrid,” she solemnly said, ”forcefully creating a creature has never brought anyone joy to the creation and only served to herald far more trouble to the wizarding world than its worth.”

”What da ya mean, Rowan?” Hagrid protested in bewilderment. ”I ain't aiming to harm anyone that's for sure!”

”Then let me ask you this, Hagrid,” Rowan gravely continued. ”Herpo, the Foul created the Basilisk. Yes, indeed one of the most incredible and marvelous creatures to behold, but just as deadly. A creature hated on sight and hunted for its mere existence. Tell me, Hagrid, do you believe that a Basilisk lives a joyous or even a fulfilling life?

Hagrid opens his mouth to speak but is unable to as Rowan speaks right over him. ”On the contrary, Basilisks live in cruel confinement most of their lives usually slaughtered before entering a.d.u.l.thood and growing far too dangerous to control. There is a large black market on Basilisk parts and venom as they are considered rare and useful, and the Ministry of Magic can only do so much to prevent illegal transactions. For where there is a buyer, there is always a supplier. More importantly, will you condemn an entire creature's existence for your own self-satisfaction, Hagrid? I thought you better than that.”

Hagrid lets out a weak protest but is unable to deny Rowan's words. A flush of shame appears on his ruggedly attractive face as Hagrid wilts with embarrassment. ”I guess, I was jus' so excited, Rowan that I forgot myself,” he murmured before pulling his head up and recovering.

Pounding on his muscular c.h.e.s.t, Hagrid loudly declares, ”But it won't happen again, Rowan, no sire! I ain't going to repeat the same mistakes of the past! We're here to protect the magical creatures of the world because that's what a true wizard and witch does!”

”Precisely,” Rowan murmured in approval, before pulling out her silver engraved watch to glance at the time. ”It is getting rather late, Hagrid, and though I very much enjoyed our discussion, I best be heading back.”

”Of course,” Hagrid hastily said as Rowan rose to her feet and slipped her pocket watch back into its place.

Pulling up her hood, Rowan pauses and turns to gaze at Hagrid for a moment. ”Before I go and lest I forget Hagrid, how is your family and Aragog doing?”

”Great!” Hagrid exclaimed with a beaming expression. ”'Dere have been a couple of mishaps 'ere and 'dere, but nothing to worry about. M' mum's been really good at hunting, and m' stepdad, Filfor, is not too bad. And m' brother, Grawp, he's so bright, Rowan! It was hard at first, but now he's learning to speak and even to write!

”Well, I'm glad,” Rowan murmured truthfully. No doubt, Grawp was easier to control at this present age and with his two parents still present. There was very little doubt in her mind that by the time Hagrid found Grawp in Potter's time that Grawp had been orphaned at a relatively young age. Under such circ.u.mstances, Grawp grew up neglected and subjected to violence from the other giants, Grawp's potential to learn had largely been squashed to smithereens from his rough childhood.

Hagrid happily mumbles about his family for a bit, before scratching his face. ”Aragog and his kin are doing jus' fine, Rowan, thanks for asking. They're a bit annoyed by m' family, but they're alright since Aragog said so.”

”Hmm,” Rowan hummed for a moment, before lying, ”Well, thank you for tea and the prepared sweets, Hagrid, they were lovely.”

”Oh, well, if you like dem so much, Rowan, I can pack up a few to take!” Hagrid enthusiastically replied much to Rowan's distress.

”No, no, there is no need Hagrid,” Rowan hastily said. ”I'm certain that your brother will enjoy the sweets.”

”Blimey, how'd you know, Rowan?” Hagrid asked in utter astonishment.

Rowan's face carefully goes blank not to reveal her inner thoughts. ”Just a guess,” she said aloud, while internally thinking that only Giants would have a taste for such rock-hard food that or Trolls. They must have a rock-hard indigestion system, because otherwise such sweets were guaranteed to plug anyone else up if not straight up kill them from constipation!