章 64: Year Three - Chapter Fifteen
If a giant could walk on eggshells, then Hagrid would be the world champion. Sure, the lessons following the unfortunate event with the hippogriff herd had happened in a more subdued form, and with flubberworms and salamanders as the main teaching material, but he hadn't looked so down, and had tried to keep up a cheerful smile to most of the students.
"Ah," he said as he realized I had been the one to knock at his door. "Bout time ye showed up," he continued, "Gotta say, I didn't expect ye to scare the Hippogriffs that a'way, but I don't blame ya for Fleetwing's death. Buck always was a bit of a hard head." He hung his head, "Guess there's also the apology I should give ya," he added, "Made an awful mess of a teacher, didn't I? Got ye hurt and ye even went ahead to make sure I didn't get punished for it. I donnae deserve this."
"Why are you using the past tense?" I asked. "You didn't do that badly with the next lessons, did you?"
"Yeah, I didn't," Hagrid muttered, "but I wanted to be the cool teach," he sat down, prepping the tea tray and the rock cakes, the deliciously edible rock cakes. "Not the boring one. Flobberworms and Salamanders, that kind of stuff, it's boring. Manticores and Firecrabs, those are darn cooler."
I made a hesitant and awkward smile. "It's not that you can't be cool, Hagrid. It's that rather than a herd and a pet the hippogriff day, you could have brought only one to begin with, get the class familiarized with it. Like, Firecrabs? They're really cool, and I even heard their shells are used as cauldrons for certain specific potions."
"Aye," Hagrid said, sniffling, "There's a colony further down the river that goes from the lake to the sea, and there's even a couple of manticores I was planning on convincing to come over and sing near the year end, they're-"
"Manticores are nigh immune to charms, dangerous and ferocious beasts that softly sing only to the victims they are about to eat, and sometimes eat them alive for the sheer pleasure of it," I said as quickly as I could, "Listen Hagrid, I understand that to you the deadly sting of a Manticore is maybe cause for concern and some balm, but for any other wizard, especially us squishy little children, you need to think smaller and cuter."
"I could get a Quintaped," Hagrid said. "They're small and got cute little legs-"
"Something that isn't a known Wizard killer," I stressed on. "How about Fairies, Hagrid? Or Augureys? We could make a nice, happy lessons with Augureys'."
I nibbled on a Rock Cake and sipped tea together with it, and all was right in the world once more with the friendly giant from a land of horror and despair. I even went as far as make a list of Hagrid's suggestions, rank them in a matter of years, and then also add the appropriate number of them.
I walked out of there with a thousand mile stare, neared the castle's doors and patted the shoulder -which was quite comical by itself- of a seventh year with a Care for Magical Creatures book in his bandaged arms. Those were the recognizable ones. As long as they had some part of their bodies bandaged, they belonged to the elite few mad enough to have Hagrid in their final years. "Be strong," I said. "I brought him down to just one Manticore, but you're still going to have to rub its belly to pass the exam."
The seventh year looked at me, and then fell on his knees holding me tightly in a hug that revealed all of his pent-up emotions and fears. He cried like a newborn baby, sobbing near-hysterically as he finally settled his composure only a few minutes later. "You are a hero," he said. "Thank you so much." Then, he walked happily yipping happily.
It was good to share some nice and wholesome cheer with the school.
That wholesome feeling lasted the time it took for me to dimly realize that the Hogsmeade trip was coming up soon enough, and I didn't have any money I could use. It wasn't like...
My steps brought me to the Room of Requirements, where hopefully no one else was already using it. I needed money. I needed gold. I needed Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. I needed anything of worth that the Room of Requirements could give me.
It opened up, and I sprinted for it, prying open the door and closing it behind me. There were...objects. Lots of objects. There was the Diadem of Ravenclaw in a corner of the room, and that made my heart turn to ice, but also other precious jewels that could either be cursed, or otherwise lost into some of Hogwarts' rooms by previous owners, never to be found again.
There also was a nifty pile of all the money the students had forgotten over the years.
This was quite the treasure, all things considered, and as I quietly floated the coins up and in a large sack, making me feel slightly like a thief, I also quietly stared in the direction of the Ravenclaw's Diadem. I couldn't leave it here. It wouldn't take much for someone to make two plus two and think about making some easy money with the Room of Requirements. If they ended up finding the Diadem in there, the things would turn sour, and quickly.
There was only one choice I could make.
I was the Phantom Thief, the Arsenic Wolf, Doctor Death, and I should probably cheerfully add on to that list 'Magic Detective'.
I swiped the diadem into a pristine new sack, not even bothering to touch it, not even wanting to touch it, and then grabbed a pair of gloves to drag it away into the newly opened door for my sanctum at Hogwarts.
The Chamber of Secrets would become the Hall of Shadows, without the creepy thunderclap in the background, as soon as I got down the transfiguration of Salazar's statue into something a bit more useful and practical, like a giant throne, or a giant dragon which I'd then work on making into a Gargoyle. Yeah, I could go with the dragon theme now that I thought about it. It was a great idea, a nice way to keep myself prepared for any possible, utterly horrendous situation that might arise.
Also, I'd have a giant stone dragon, and wouldn't that be awesome too?
It was even Hogwarts' motto, though no one even bothered reciting it anywhere.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
Never tickle a sleeping dragon...
...he may just wake up, and swallow the world whole.
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