He cried as hard as he had the night of the Yule Ball.

"Harry," muttered Hagrid, "I, I can't--"

"You can't drink anymore." Harry held down his arm that was about to grab another bottle of wine. "Cry it, just cry a few more times."

Hagrid cried even harder.

After a while, his sobbing gradually subsided, and the other guests in the Three Broomsticks who were planning to drink for a while were scared away by his crying.

Madam Rosmerta silently moved a stool over and sat quietly aside.

With her experience as a boss lady for more than 30 years, this is a perfect time to eat melons.

"Harry, Ms. Maxime hates me." Hagrid covered his face, looking very painful.

Madame Rosmerta took out the prunes that she had already washed.

Harry waved his wand and a few prunes flew into his hand: "Didn't you get along well before? Even if the confession failed, you shouldn't..."

"No, it's not just the confession that failed." Hagrid sobbed, "Harry, do you remember what you said when we first met?"

“That’s the sentence…”

Harry repeated it without Hagrid's prompting: "Is Hogwarts a school that accepts non-humans?"

Hagrid nodded heavily, his head drooping further with each nod.

"Harry, I, I actually lied to you." Hagrid sighed and slammed the table.

Rosmerta shivered in fear, but she didn't feel too bad. After all, she could afford to compensate the wealthy Hagrid for the damage.

"You're a half-giant." Harry deadpanned.

Hagrid was surprised and raised his head sharply: "When did you, others have already..."

"First year, I knew it in first year," Harry said softly.

Hagrid was even more surprised.

"You know, I'm not someone who trusts others easily." Harry explained simply, "When I was reading about magical creatures in my first year, I noticed giants."

"Hermione should also know that there are some senior students, especially your favorite ones."

Hagrid's eyes widened. "You mean Diggory and the others?"

Harry nodded.

Hagrid liked Harry very much, but that was a friend to friend, not a professor to student. Among all the students, his favorite was Cedric Diggory.

Just as the mischievous Gryffindors are good at Transfiguration, the kitchen-loving Hufflepuffs are good at magical creatures - herbs or magical beasts.

Diggory had a talent for this.

He always knew what Hagrid meant intuitively, just as Harry did, and took seriously everything Hagrid said in class - except for the silly things like "Ah, look how cute these Thestrals are."

Apart from the professors, there are only four people in Hogwarts who recognize Hagrid as the "Master of Magical Creatures", besides Harry and the other three, the other person is Cedric.

"But Diggory respects me very much, he shouldn't know." Hagrid shook his head, unwilling to believe it.

"He knows," Harry interrupted. "Do you think we should dislike you just because we know you're a half-giant?"

Rosmerta ate a prune, her eyes wide open.

"Who isn't a freak?" Harry smiled slightly.

The question he asked in first grade.

Now he has the answer.

Hogwarts is a school that embraces all. It does not reject any studious student, including werewolves, half-giants, witchers, these "freaks" who are very different from normal humans, and even bald mushrooms.

Hagrid didn't know what to say, so he just sat there, staring at Harry.

"Let's not talk about that. What happened between you and Ms. Maxime?" Harry waved his wand, and the fruit cores on the table disappeared, and a few more prunes flew over. "She seems to be a half-giant, too."

Rosmerta listened more carefully.

Hagrid nodded. "She is, but she doesn't like her identity very much."

"I confessed to her that night, and as soon as I mentioned it to her, she got furious and refused to see me again."

"what do I do?"

"Professor Dumbledore tried to persuade her on my behalf, but it didn't work."

Harry handed over a few prunes. "Hagrid, you take your half-giant identity too seriously. It may be important, but it is not important at all to you right now."

Hagrid tilted his head and held the prunes carefully, afraid that he would crush them if he used the slightest force.

He didn't understand what Harry said.

Why doesn't it matter now?

When I was in school, I was often ridiculed for my "big head". Even now, the ridicule has only become smaller but has not completely disappeared.

"When you had nothing, you only had the title of a half-blood giant." Harry explained patiently, "But now you have many things that are more precious than the half-blood giant identity."

Hagrid hesitated. "You mean the professorship at Hogwarts? It's just that Professor Dumbledore felt sorry for Silvanus, so he let me, a half-giant with thicker skin, take the position..."

Harry interrupted again, "No, it's not."

"Hagrid, you are the Master of Magical Creatures. Diggory respects you because of your abilities."

"Me? Master of Magical Beasts?" Hagrid raised his finger and pointed at himself. His expression and tone were extremely exaggerated, as if he had heard some terrible joke, and his expression was distorted to the point of disbelief.

Harry nodded, "Yes, you are."

"How could I!" Hagrid immediately shook his head in denial.

A half-giant who was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year would be a master of magical creatures?

Another joke in the Daily Prophet.

"I remember that the person you admire most is Professor Dumbledore?" Harry raised his hand and rubbed his head painfully.

Hagrid nodded.

Harry sighed: "Stay away from Professor Dumbledore in the future. You are a little confused to begin with. If you stay with him for a long time and are infected by his brain, you will be even more..."

Hagrid didn't hear any sarcasm. He was innocent and asked worriedly, "Is Professor Dumbledore sick?"

Rosmerta covered her face.

To be honest, it was really hard to convince her with Hagrid's performance.

"No, he's not ill." Harry said more bluntly, "For the next six months, you are not allowed to speak to Professor Dumbledore or stay with him for more than three minutes."

"I'll help you and Dumbledore explain why."

"Learn more from Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout."

Hagrid shuddered. "Harry, Professor Sprout is fine, but Professor McGonagall..."

Even though he is a professor now, the person he fears most in Hogwarts is still Professor McGonagall.

"If you don't want to contact Professor McGonagall, you can talk more with Professor Snape." Harry said expressionlessly.

Hagrid immediately agreed, "Of course, no problem. I will work hard to be as reliable a professor as Professor McGonagall."

"If you still don't believe that you are a master of magical creatures, you can write to Mr. Scamander for advice." Harry continued, "I remember that you are friends, and Norbert is still with him. He will give you the answer."

Hagrid nodded and wrote down the words carefully.

"And, most importantly." Harry tapped the table, "Professor Hagrid can give me and Hermione a detention."

"Why should I give you detention?" Hagrid was surprised. "You are both excellent students. Hogwarts does not prohibit dating. If you want to date..."

"No, it's not a date," Harry interrupted. "It's tutoring for you."

"Me? Tutoring?" Hagrid thought it was ridiculous.

"To teach you how to speak human language." Harry said with some resentment, "Your class is very good, very good, but sometimes you say things that most people can't understand."

"Even Hermione had to have me translate for her after class."

"I'm pretty sure I spoke English," Hagrid swore.

"Yeah, but it's not precise enough. You need more vocabulary and a better understanding of grammar." Harry emphasized.

Madam Rosmerta, who was eating melon on the side, nodded: "I agree with you, Mr. Potter. We are old friends, but I still find it hard to understand what you say sometimes."

Hagrid scratched his head. "Is my English really that bad?"

"Crookshanks and Hedwig are better than you," Harry confirmed without hesitation.

Hagrid crushed the prunes in his hand, and the juice splashed all over his beard. "They are cats! Oh, a half-breed cat-kneazle and an owl."

"But they can make others understand what they want to express." Harry calmly waved his wand and wiped the juice off his face.

Hagrid sighed, "Okay, but this will make Ms. Maxime..."

"Don't worry, Hermione and I will help you." Harry comforted him, "When the time comes, you can publish a few papers, especially your idea of ​​hybridizing blast-tailed skrewts, and become a recognized master of magical animals."

"When the time comes, take the thesis to Ms. Maxim and tell her that status is not important, what matters is ability. Then she will definitely look at you with new eyes."

Hagrid pointed at himself, his expression once again becoming ridiculous: "Me, thesis?"

"Harry, stop joking. How can I write a paper? That has to be done by Professor McGonagall and the others..."

"No kidding," Harry interrupted. "You have to believe in yourself."

"Hagrid, honestly, you are very capable, but you are a little naive and simple. You don't realize what kind of person you are. Take courage."

Hagrid hesitated. "Can I?"

Harry nodded.

Rosmerta put the fruit basket aside and said, "Hagrid, if you become a master of magical creatures, I will treat you to a drink of the most expensive dragon's blood whiskey."

He took a deep breath, challenged something in the void, and nodded heavily.

Wait till Monday.

A jaw-dropping piece of news came that Professor Hagrid, who was the least like a professor, actually put students in detention, and those were the three best students in the fourth grade - Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

every Tuesday afternoon until the end of the school year.

No one thought this would be extracurricular tutoring.

Professor Hagrid doesn't look like he has that ability.

Only Cedric was envious. He wanted it too! As a Hufflepuff, it was really sad that he didn't get the favor of the professor of Care of Magical Creatures.