"First-year students! First-year students! Come over here and follow me!"
A half-giant, dressed in a drab gray robe, holding a lamp, with messy hair and looking nearly four meters tall, shouted at the train that had already stopped.
After a day's work, the train, moving at a snail's pace, finally came to a stop in front of a village with trees on one side and stone walls on the other.
Agarth let out a long breath, straightened his robes, pushed through the crowd, and jumped off the train.
My ears were practically sprouting all the way there.
It's bad enough to just listen to Fred and George arguing, but you also have to answer Percy's questions every now and then.
'I really can't understand why such a diligent and inquisitive guy wasn't assigned to Ravenclaw.'
As soon as he got off the train, he could vaguely see a few lights illuminating the road ahead in the dim light. Not far away, the half-giant was still shouting loudly, gathering a group of first-year students.
The twins, who got off the bus with Agarth, looked around curiously. "Charlie, aren't we coming with you?"
The group watched Charlie and Percy walk in another direction.
Charlie nodded to his brothers and led them to the front of the big guy.
"Hagrid, good evening."
"Oh, Charlie, are these three your brothers?" Hagrid finally noticed Charlie, his deep voice reaching their ears.
"These two are my twin brothers, George and Fred, and this is Agarth, Professor Dumbledore's child."
Charlie winked at Hagrid and pointed in Agarth's direction.
"I know him, the child Professor McGonagall mentioned, Merlin." Hagrid said, pulling a handkerchief from his bosom and wiping his eyes. He wasn't crying, he just wanted to see more clearly.
Agarth's face bears a striking resemblance to Professor Dumbledore now that he has shaved his beard, not to mention his striking blue eyes and red hair.
"Ah, Agarth, may I call you that?" Hagrid took a few steps closer to Agarth, holding up the lamp.
"Of course!" Agarth squinted, looking up at the half-giant Hagrid before him. The descriptions in the books were far less impressive than what he had seen with his own eyes.
The tall, half-giant looked at him with sincere eyes, and although he looked so rugged, his pupils flashed with deep kindness.
Agarth hadn't received such kindness in a long time, without putting in any effort.
'The Scamanders and Weasleys I've met only showed this kindness after we've spent time together.'
But the person in front of him, who could flatten him with one hand, stood awkwardly in place and asked hesitantly, "Really?"
But Agarth sensed a different kind of kindness.
"You're the capable assistant Albus mentioned, Hagrid, right?" Although Albus hadn't mentioned it, Agarth was certainly not lacking in social skills.
Hearing Agarth's reply, Hagrid became even more excited and happy, and patted Agarth on the shoulder with both hands.
"Really? Professor Dumbledore really said that to you? Am I really, really the professor's right-hand man?"
'That hand strength is really no less than Lackey's. Is the difference between a hybrid giant and a troll really that small?'
Agarth gritted his teeth and looked at the ground beneath his feet, which had sunk slightly.
George and Fred quickly took a few steps back, they didn't have Agarth's freakish physical abilities.
"Really." Agarth lifted Hagrid's large hands with both of his and casually shoved an egg into his hand.
Brewster stole the egg from his tribe, saying he wanted to hatch a female dragon so that she could become his own dragon mate and he could bring her out to help him. Agarth borrow (stole) the egg.
He wondered if the dimwit would be grateful. Oh well, Agarth just hoped the dragon wouldn't cry.
Meanwhile, Brewster, thousands of miles away, had been howling for over a month, and the surrounding animals were too frightened to approach.
"A gift." Agarth said, mouthing a dragon egg shape before shouting, "Hagrid, take us to Hogwarts!"
Hagrid hurriedly clutched the egg, which was no bigger than his palm, tore his clothes to wrap it, and then glanced at the growing number of children gathered around him.
He cleared his throat. "First-year students, follow me!"
"Agarth".
Is it fun?
Sharp-eyed George and Fred sandwiched Agarth between them, and the group followed behind Hagrid, their mouths constantly asking questions.
Agarth shook his head, then nodded.
"It's not fun now, but it will be fun later."
Watch your step!
Ahead, Hagrid was holding a lamp and shouting.
The group passed through Hogsmeade Station and came to a steep and narrow path. The muddy path made the new students following behind suffer in silence.
With each step, the splashed mud clung to the hem of their robe.
Before long, the children, who had gotten off the bus neatly and cleanly, were now disheveled and sweating profusely.
"Hang in there, kids, we're almost there."
Hagrid glanced back at the scattered group behind him, pointed to the lake ahead, and said, "Everyone, please note that we will be boarding boats in a moment, and each boat can only hold four people!"
Agarth and his two companions nodded, and didn't compete with the freshmen who were scrambling to get on the ship, since they weren't in a hurry.
When there weren't many people on the shore, the three of them slowly boarded a boat. Just as they sat down, Agarth heard a loud shout from the side, "Agarth!"
Agarth turned his head and laughed.
'That short, curly-haired fellow with his dirty robe—it's none other than my good friend, Rolf!'
"Rolf! Get on board!" Agarth shouted as well.
Rolf, who was initially unsure whether the person in front of him was Agarth, heard the response, grabbed the cumbersome hem of his robe, and boarded their ship.
He had been observing from the shore for a while, and this was the only boat with red hair.
In addition, the light was too dim at night, so it was impossible to identify who was who, and they could only shout randomly based on their voices.
"Agarth! Why have you never replied to my letters!" Rolf began to complain as soon as he sat down.
Agarth scratched his head. He had only received one letter from Rolf from beginning to end, and it was just a letter saying that he was going to see Hogwarts. Was it even necessary to reply?
"Speaking of letters, this is the only one I've received." Agarth took out the letter he had received that morning from his hidden ring and handed it to Rolf.
"Who said that! I send you letters every month, but you never reply to them."
Rolf tidied his messy robes as he retorted.
Agarth paused for a moment.
"When you sent the letter, did you sign it Scamander?"
"Of course."
'The case is solved.'
'I'm afraid some stingy old man burned all the letters.'
'No wonder Kaka sometimes looks at me with a hesitant expression, as if he wants to say something but doesn't.'