Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Chapter 347

“Well done, Hagrid!” Professor Kettleburn waved his fist and shouted, “Just do it! Smash its waist! Break its waist, hit its nose! Blow its head!”

The Weasley twins stared at the gentle and cute little old man in the past with wide eyes, feeling like they almost didn’t recognize this professor.

But Hagrid didn’t do anything. He reached out and grabbed the werewolf’s tail, pressed the furry head, and then seemed not to know what to do.

The werewolf roared and clawed at the stone pavement.

“Oh! You soft-hearted brat!”

Professor Kettleburn patted George’s back anxiously and shouted: “Take me over there! I’ll kill that beast!”

George was not afraid at all, and ran that way with Professor Kettleburn on his back, and Fred quickly followed.

The old professor raised his wand.

“Wait, Professor.” Hagrid quickly stopped: “This is-“

A flash of fire suddenly flashed, stopping Hagrid’s words.

Dumbledore, still wearing pajamas and a pointed nightcap, suddenly appeared on the streets of Hogsmeade. Fawkes, the phoenix, flashed and disappeared from the place.

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid, the werewolf he was holding down, and the surrounding situation, and then asked: “Thank you, Hagrid, Sylvanus, is anyone injured?”

Hagrid recalled it carefully and shook his head.

“Why not?” Professor Kettleburn said angrily, “Aren’t you the one?”

Hagrid wiped the dirt and blood on his face with the back of his hand and said nonchalantly: “It’s nothing. Norberta made it worse before. Dumbledore, this werewolf…”

Dumbledore raised his palm to stop him from continuing, and then said: “Take him to the Pig’s Head Bar to wait for me -“

“Okay.” Hagrid agreed.

He lifted the werewolf up to the sky, thus perfectly avoiding being hurt by the werewolf’s claws or teeth. But the werewolf didn’t seem very satisfied, roaring angrily and struggling.

This level of resistance is like Fang (Hagrid’s hunting dog) acting like a spoiled child to Hagrid. He consoled him in a good voice: “Don’t worry, I will relax when you return to normal.”

“roar–“

The werewolf didn’t appreciate it and roared angrily.

When Hagrid ran to the Pig’s Head Bar, he saw that the owner, who was still wearing a gray robe in the summer, was standing outside the door and looking around. When he saw him holding the struggling werewolf over, the owner’s face looked like he had eaten shit. Just as ugly.

“I…” Hagrid explained the purpose of his visit nonchalantly: “Dumbledore asked me to come here to wait for him…”

The gray-haired wizard looked even more angry. He said coldly: “Don’t bring this kind of thing into my tavern, you will scare away the guests!”

“oh……”

Hagrid thought so, but he had to wait for Dumbledore, so he held up the werewolf and stood next to the Pig’s Head Bar, looking as weird as possible.

Werewolf: “Ouch——”

Shopkeeper Aberforth: “…”

“Forget it, come in.” Aberforth said helplessly: “How could he, a smart man like you, find a fool like you to work for?”

…

Watching Hagrid leave, Dumbledore said again: “Sylvanus!”

“What are you doing?” Professor Kettleburn said vigilantly: “I am no longer a professor in the school, you have no right to accuse me of what I did!”

“I don’t mean to accuse you.” Dumbledore said calmly: “Please help send these two Mr. Weasleys back to school. Tonight is not a suitable time for them to wander outside.”

Although Kettleburn only had one arm and half a leg left, when Dumbledore sent him to deliver the Weasley twins, he had no intention of caring for the disabled.

Professor Kettleburn didn’t have any objections and muttered: “That’s not bad – luckily Minerva isn’t here.”

He waved his magic wand, and a flat wheelchair rolled over from nowhere and stopped in front of the little old man.

Professor Kettleburn tapped the wheelchair with his wand, bringing it back to its original position, and said, “Put me down, kid.”

Without saying anything, George put Professor Kettleburn back into the wheelchair. Fred also pulled the blanket stuck in the armrest and covered the old professor to his knees.

“Come on, good boys,” said Kettleburn.

The wheelchair began to turn, and Fred was still reluctant to leave, but when Dumbledore was there, they still chose to be good children.

George took the initiative to push the wheelchair. After walking a certain distance, he turned back and saw that some shopkeepers in the village had gathered around Dumbledore, and the principal spoke to them gently.

“Professor, what happened? Can a werewolf transform on a night that is not full moon?”

Tonight is the last quarter moon, only half a circle. What’s more, the moon hasn’t even appeared yet!

“I said I didn’t know either. Do you believe me?”

Kettleburn was equally puzzled and said: “I was watching the mirror at home, and the crazy werewolf broke in, and then Hagrid – that reckless guy stepped on my wheelchair and almost caused me to be caught by the werewolf. Take a bite!”

“So…if you want to know the whole story, you have to ask Professor Hagrid.” Fred nodded and concluded.

“Yes, that’s it!” Kettleburn added: “Of course, although Dumbledore came last, he must know something.”

…

“Don’t look at me like that, I don’t know how this happened.”

Faced with Aberforth’s questioning, Dumbledore said calmly: “If you give me time to check, I might be able to give you an answer.”

“Humph!” Aberforth snorted and said angrily: “It’s better to take them all away quickly! I don’t want to have anything to do with these troubles! Haven’t you bothered me enough because of this kid?”

He lifted the dirty door curtain and walked away.

Dumbledore paused at the door before walking in.

After seeing the werewolf, most of the guests in the Hog’s Head ran away, and the remaining two or three were also driven away by Aberforth. At this moment, there were only a few of them in the store.

Hagrid tied up the werewolf, and wrapped the werewolf’s claws with a towel to prevent him from scratching himself.

Dumbledore waved his wand, making the werewolf fall asleep, and then said: “Tell me what happened, Hagrid.”

“Professor, I don’t know how this happened…”

Hagrid said blankly: “Lupin and I just had a drink at the Three Broomsticks and talked about how to be a professor…”

“It was fine when we separated, just a little while… just a little while… I swear it was only two minutes… and then I heard screaming…”

“Don’t be nervous, Hagrid, it’s not your fault.”

Dumbledore used his wand to push aside the dense gray hair on the werewolf, and his eyes sank.

The broken metal needle was hidden in the hair, and it would not be found without careful observation.