One day in 1940, Rupert Hagrid, who was only eleven years old, saw a weird-looking guy.
It was raining heavily, and under the flashing lightning, a skinny figure stood in the rain. He had gray hair, earrings, a black vintage leather jacket, and black high-top boots.
However, the most eye-catching thing about him was his pale golden pupils, which shone brightly in the dark like an inextinguishable flame. He stared at him for three seconds, and that pair of eyes immediately hurt him.
Then, the boy bent down and extended his hand, saying, "Hey, are you okay?"
.....
Raindrops dripped down from the old neon lights, and in the damp and filthy alley, Hoffa reached out his hand to the big guy on the ground, who looked surprisingly young.
He felt that this person was familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
Rupert Hagrid looked at the boy who was still twitching and foaming in the garbage, and lowered his head even more.
"Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head, "You're a wizard, right?"
"I'm not … I'm not …"
The big guy covered his face in fear and stepped back, but there was a wall behind him, and there was nowhere to go.
Hoffa felt a headache coming on. It was rare for him to meet someone with magic waves, but this guy looked like an autistic child.
He stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed the big guy's shirt.
With a scream, Hoffa pulled him up. After pulling him up, Hoffa was stunned.
The other party was three heads taller than him and at least 1.9 meters tall. He was as sturdy as a bull, but at this moment, this frighteningly sturdy fellow was so frightened that he looked like a bullied little wife. His tears were blurred as he sobbed loudly.
As he cried, he took out a few crumpled notes from his pocket and handed them to Hoffa.
"Here … Here … Don't … Don't … Don't hit me …"
Huo Fa was dumbfounded. Did the other party misunderstand something?
He let go of his hand.
"I want to ask …"
Before he could finish, the moment he let go of the money, the tall and strange-looking boy threw the money away and ran away. He stumbled.
When he turned the corner at the end of the alley, he accidentally scared a stray dog that was looking for food in the garbage. The stray dog barked at him.
He was so scared that he rolled on the ground and then got up on all fours. In the blink of an eye, he ran away without a trace, leaving Hoffa standing in the same place, scratching his head.
His gaze turned to the banknotes on the ground, and he bent down to pick them up. They were Muggle coins, and there were about twenty shillings in total.
Does this guy think I'm a robber?
Hoffa tried to chase after him, but he found that the mana fluctuations were as thin as gossamer. The other party was suppressing his mana.
This made him somewhat hesitant.
Should he chase after them?
After pondering for a moment, Hoffa decided to go back and gather some information. This kid was a little strange. It wouldn't be too late to ask for money after he figured out his identity.
But when he returned to the door of the small restaurant with twenty shillings, he found that Aglaia was no longer at the door. Through the glass, he saw that Aglaia had sat down in the restaurant at some point and was gorging on food.
He saw her sitting at the table, holding a chicken wing in one hand and a spoon in the other. She picked up the borscht on the plate, her mouth full of grease. Next to her was a waiter serving her food.
Hoffa facepalmed. This guy was really an animal that lived in the moment. If he was upset, he would fight, if he couldn't hold it, he would run, and if he was hungry, he would eat.
He opened the door and sat across from Aglaia. Rainwater dripped from his hair. Aglaia moved the plate and said with her cheeks puffed out, "Don't drop water into my bowl."
Hoffa sneered, "I didn't get any Muggle money. After you finish eating, you can wash the dishes and pay for the restaurant."
Aglaia's eyes widened and froze for a second. Then she picked up a chicken wing at lightning speed and stuffed it into Hoffa's mouth. She said, "Now you've eaten, so you have to wash it with me."
Hoffa …
Aglaia retracted her finger, spread out her hands with her greasy mouth, shook her silver head and said, "At most, I'll pay Garen. Muggles can't not know about gold coins, right?"
"It's only three or four gold coins in total. If you pay one for each meal, how many meals can you eat?"
"We can eat more." Aglaia smiled.
"Okay."
Hoffa took out the twenty shillings from the strange boy from his pocket. "After this meal, accompany me to find the servant."
"Hey, didn't you get it?"
Aglaia looked at the banknotes on the table and asked curiously, "Why is this Muggle money wet?"
"I didn't get it."
Hoffa picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. "I snatched it."
"Ah! You!? "
Aglaia's face was full of disbelief. "What's wrong with you this year? You beat up your boss and snatched money from the streets. Are your hormones oversecreting?"
Hoffa rolled his eyes and didn't answer. He simply ate a few pieces of bread to fill his stomach. He got up and walked to the counter, intending to ask for some information.
Behind the counter of the small tavern, there was an owner who was wiping wine glasses. He was fat, had two tufts of beard, and yawned. When he saw Hoffa coming over, he seemed quite enthusiastic.
"Hello, are you paying the bill?"
Hoffa nodded and paid the bill with the wet banknotes. He asked, "Boss, do you know a place called Helzburg nearby?"
"Helzburg?"
The tavern owner was stunned. He raised his head and thought for a long time.
"That's strange. I've lived for more than forty years, and I've never heard of this place."
Never heard of it, huh … It was normal when he thought about it. The British wizards didn't have many skills, but their ability to hide themselves and eliminate their presence was top-notch. A Scottish Muggle wouldn't know about a place like Hogsmeade.
Hoffa then changed the question.
"Then, boss, do you have a strange guy who's very tall but looks very young here?"
The fat owner wiping the glasses widened his eyes. "You mean the big fool from Hagrid's house in the suburbs?"
Hagrid … When those two words drilled into Hoffa's ears, it was as if there was a bridge in his head that connected the past and the future, reality and illusion.
"Hagrid, Rupert Hagrid?"
Hoffa asked again in disbelief.
"Yes, Rupert Hagrid, that's a fool."
The owner said casually.
"Just like his father, Norbert Hagrid, they're both fools. Why, did he give you trouble? "
Hoffa's head still couldn't wrap around it.
Hagrid? That hybrid giant, a fanatic of magical animals, one of the most important supporting characters in the future Harry Potter era, he actually met him so casually? The world was too small. No wonder when he met him just now, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
But, he seemed to be a little different from the man in his impression. The Hagrid in his impression wasn't so cowardly.
Moreover, he was a wizard, how could he be beaten up by a few Muggle kids in the garbage dump?
Ever since he came to this world, he had only met a few people from the original novel. Whether it was Dumbledore or Tom Riddle, they acted exactly the same as in the original novel. But why was Rupert Hagrid so different from what he knew? He wasn't brave, he wasn't good with words, he was even scared by a dog and fell down.
Was this still the half-giant who raised a dragon in his house, spiders in the forbidden forest, and a big dog when he went out?
Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, the tavern owner continued, "Trouble is normal. Hagrid, that old drunkard, drank until his brain was broken. He didn't have a normal day. I guess his son's brain was inherited from him …"
Out of great curiosity, Hoffa pulled a chair and sat in front of the tavern owner. He asked, "Then where does he live?"
The tavern owner curiously stared at Hoffa's strange eyes. But when he saw Hoffa's vintage leather clothes, he felt that he wasn't a child from an ordinary family, so he said, "The two families live in a dark village.
"That father and son live in a dark house in the suburbs. I advise you not to go near that place. That family is very strange, very strange …"
"Strange?"
Hoffa didn't understand.
"Isn't it strange? Let me tell you, that kid called Rupert is only 11 years old this year. He's even taller than the tallest relative in my family. He must have eaten something abnormal. "
"It is quite strange."
Hoffa agreed absent-mindedly. For a Muggle, it was indeed strange. But of course, he knew why Hagrid was so tall. It was because he had a giant mother. Now, 1.9 meters was still considered short for him. When he became an adult, he would be more than 3 meters tall.
"But you haven't told me where he lives," Hoffa repeated.
"Why do you care about this?" The tavern owner said, "You're so soft and tender. You're obviously a child from a respectable family. Don't ruin your future because of curiosity."
Hoffa smiled and said, "It's okay. You can just tell me."
"You're quite brave." The tavern owner pursed his lips. "Guess what Rupert ate to grow so big?"
"What did he eat?"
The tavern owner looked around and whispered mysteriously, "He ate people."
"Huh?" Hoffa was shocked.
The tavern owner shook his head. "You don't believe me? Look at how you dress like an outsider. Let me tell you, a few years ago, we often had people go hunting in the mountains behind the town, and nothing happened.
Later on, ever since that crazy old Norb Hagrid moved in, the hunters started disappearing one after another. Our mayor brought people to look for them. After many days of searching in the forest, they only found a head. Guess where they found it?
"Where is it?" Huo Fa moved closer.
"In shit."
Hoffa: Σ (?) □? ;)
"There was a pile of shit the size of a dining table in the forest, and there was an undigested head in it."
The tavern owner spread his arms and gestured. He said with lingering fear, "It was scary, extremely scary. We caught that crazy old man and interrogated him. He refused to admit that he did it, but when we went to his house, whoa, there were all kinds of messy equipment. It looked like a laboratory."
"Scientist?"
Hoffa asked quickly.
"Bullshit scientist. Being a scientist is a very respectable profession. Only someone like Sir Isaac Newton can be called a scientist. That man is a lunatic, an alcoholic, a murderer, and a cannibal."
The tavern owner paused, pointed at Hoffa and said sternly, "So, I advise you not to go near that place. This is not a children's adventure story. Otherwise, if something happens, don't say I didn't warn you. "
"Since you said so, why didn't you arrest him?"
"There is no evidence."
The tavern owner returned to his absent-minded state and shrugged. "Norbert Hagrid, that cunning old man, must have used some unknown method to fool the police."
Hoffa's eyes drifted to the fire in the fireplace, and he muttered to himself. If he remembered correctly, Hagrid's father should also be a wizard.
He did not remember much about Hagrid when he was young. He only knew that he had a giant mother.
However, from what the townspeople said and the scene he saw earlier, this wizard father and son were not welcome in this town. Not only were they not welcome, but they might also be burdened with some unproven crimes.
However, based on his current situation, he had to find out more about Hagrid's hunting grounds.
He needed to see the future Keeper of the Game of Hogwarts. Among other things, he still owed Hagrid twenty shillings. More importantly, if Heiltsburg was a wizard's secret realm, it would be useless to ask these muggles. The best choice was to find an adult wizard and ask.
He raised his head and looked at the tavern owner. "Can you please tell me the specific address?"
The fat tavern owner was a little annoyed. "Young man, don't disobey an old man. Otherwise, you'll be the one who loses out."
Hoffa shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I still hope you can tell me his address."
The tavern owner put his hands on his waist and put his cup on the table. "I won't stop you if you want to die. Go forward, turn left, and walk until you reach the bend of the river. You'll see a black house in the woods. That's it."
Hoffa jumped off the table and nodded to the tavern owner.
"Thank you."
At this time, Aglaia also finished her meal. She wiped her mouth and came to Hoffa. "Let's go. Let's go."
Hoffa shook his head. "I need to find someone and return the money to him."
Aglaia was stunned. "You really robbed the money?"
"Not really, but I need to go."
Aglaia looked at the pitter-patter of rain outside and said hesitantly, "I'm not sure if I have enough time. When I took this job, they only gave me a month. Now, there are only a few days left."
"All the more reason to go," Hoffa said. "We don't know the way."
"You don't know this tavern owner?" Aglaia asked.
"You don't expect a muggle to know about wizard's secret realm," Hoffa said. "Come with me."
Aglaia nodded. She was curious. "Hoffa, who gave you the money?"
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