Chapter 191: Hagrid's New Pet

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At the end of the month, the rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the sky began to clear. The bright sunshine dispelled the gloomy mood of everyone. The students who had been staying in the castle all this time came out to enjoy the activities, and the energetic Weasley brothers were already playing with Lee Jordan.

Near the hunting cabin, Hagrid was drying some moldy animal skins. When he heard footsteps approaching, he turned around and greeted the visitor, "Why do you look so tired?"

"Probably because I've been staying in the castle for too long, and recently, there's been a bit of academic pressure," Albert bent down, rubbed the head of his dog, Fang, and took out the prepared dog food to feed him.

"Look at you! You, under academic pressure?" Hagrid's hands stopped for a moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Hagrid had some understanding of Albert's situation. The famous genius at Hogwarts actually claimed to have academic pressure—it was truly unheard of.

"Yeah," Albert didn't say much, took out the Boomerang he made, and waved it in front of Fang before throwing it with force.

He came here this time to play with Fang. Playing with his pet was an effective way to relax his mind.

"This isn't like you. By the way, I just baked some biscuits. Want some?" Hagrid took out some other things he had prepared.

"I'd better not. My teeth aren't as strong as yours," Albert declined dryly.

"That's a shame," Hagrid sat on a wooden chair and placed the plate of biscuits nearby. He reached for one, took a bite, and the crisp sound of the biscuit could be heard from a distance.

"You're too demanding of yourself," he said with a mouthful of biscuit.

"Maybe," Albert took a Chocolate Fudge out of his robe pocket and slowly chewed on it.

Not long ago, Professor Brode's advice in his letter was to be focused. He believed that Albert should focus on doing one thing, such as studying Ancient Runes or improving the Protean Charm.

Albert understood Professor Brode's intention. The former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was actually suggesting that he slow down his progress. Sometimes, slowing down a bit would naturally overcome some obstacles.

In fact, Albert knew why he faced situations similar to Hermione's.

However, unlike Hermione, Albert had a safety net—the enhancement from the game system. Thus, his potential was quite high. But as he learned more and more, combined with his involvement in alchemy, his energy was not enough. That's why he felt academic pressure.

In essence, he was creating trouble for himself.

That was the consequence of being too greedy.

"By the way, did you curse that thing?" Hagrid asked, looking at the Boomerang flying back automatically.

"Yes, it's a kind of tracking charm," Albert did not deny it. There were many types of tracking spells and various ways to use them. The effect of the Boomerang he made was to make it return to its owner.

Of course, the spell's effect was not strong; the Boomerang itself would automatically return when thrown, but the spell allowed it to return directly to Albert's hand.

"It's a brilliant charm!" Hagrid couldn't help but exclaim. He himself didn't have much talent in magic.

Albert's expression was a bit strange. He had learned this charm when Fred and George went missing in the Forbidden Forest. However, the charm's disadvantage was that it had a short range. If it was too far away, it would fail.

While they were talking, Fang came back again, chasing after the Boomerang that had flown far away. Fang didn't understand why it came back on its own.

Albert reached out and touched Fang's head, then fed him something before throwing the Boomerang again. This time, Fang dashed after it, chasing it even farther.

"Hagrid, do you have a fishing rod?" Albert suddenly asked.

"What do you need a fishing rod for?" Hagrid looked at Albert in puzzlement. "Are you planning to go fishing?"

"Uh, just to relax," Albert replied.

"Relax? Then why don't you ride a broomstick and fly around in the sky?" Hagrid asked, still puzzled. "By the way, I heard Charlie say that you didn't join the Quidditch team."

"I have many things to do. Since I can't train with everyone else, I'd rather not join the team," Albert honestly said, "Besides, I want to go fishing mainly because I feel like eating grilled fish."

"So, you're planning to go fishing and grill the fish yourself?" Hagrid couldn't help but widen his eyes, unable to understand Albert's thinking.

"My cooking skills are actually pretty good."

"I have some fresh beef here, do you want it?" Hagrid asked.

"Your lunch?" Albert looked a bit surprised as he glanced at Hagrid, but he declined, "If I eat it, what will you have?"

"You're just a little guy, how much can you eat? Besides, I have plenty more." Hagrid said nonchalantly. He then took Albert to see the beef, which indeed had a substantial amount, though it didn't look very appealing as it hadn't been properly prepared.

"Can you eat that much by yourself?" Albert raised an eyebrow while looking at the beef in the iron bucket.

"No, I'll eat some and then take the rest to the Forbidden Forest to feed..." Hagrid suddenly stopped.

"To feed what?" Albert asked curiously.

"Dogs." Hagrid seemed determined to strengthen his argument.

"Dogs? But don't you already have one?" Albert's words had just fallen when they heard a loud bang on the wooden door, as if something had collided with it.

When Albert pushed the door open, he found Fang lying on the ground, biting the Boomerang. It seemed that he had finally caught the elusive little thing.

Because he temporarily closed the wooden door, Albert had forgotten about the Boomerang, which had hit the door and was subsequently caught by Fang.

"It really is Fang." Albert fed Fang some dog food, tilted his head, and asked Hagrid, "You already have one, right? Although he's a bit timid, Fang is still pretty good, isn't he? And what about the dogs you mentioned?"

"I keep it in the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said awkwardly.

"Why do you keep it in the Forbidden Forest?" Albert reflexively asked, but soon realized that there was something wrong with this situation. He repeated, "A dog kept in the Forbidden Forest? Isn't that dangerous?"

"No, not at all. Rubeus is not dangerous at all." Hagrid refuted anxiously.

"Rubeus?" Albert repeated, feeling that the name sounded familiar. It seemed like he had heard it somewhere.

"Hagrid, I've reminded you more than once. What you consider not dangerous may not be the same for others," Albert reminded Hagrid again.

"Don't worry, I'll keep him in the Forbidden Forest and won't let him appear in front of Hogwarts students," Hagrid reassured him. He knew Albert had good intentions and had taken his advice to heart, so he carefully considered and decided to keep Rubeus in the Forbidden Forest.

"Alright!" Albert raised an eyebrow, "You don't mind taking me to see your new pet, do you?"

"Well..." Hagrid hesitated.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Albert reassured him, "You know, I never blabber."

"Okay!" Hagrid finally nodded in agreement.

"Oh, by the way, do you still want to grill the beef?"

"Why not? It's a good time to marinate it for a while," Albert took out his wand from his pocket, flipped the beef in the iron bucket, and selected the parts suitable for grilling.

While doing so, he turned his head and said, "By the way, Hagrid, do you want some?"

"Yes."

Hagrid watched Albert use the cutting charm to cut two pieces of beef from the top, then cut each piece in half, and put them in a large bowl. He poured in some beer and added some seasoning, massaging it briefly, and then covered the bowl to marinate the beef.

"Is that it?"

"Muggle-style." Albert answered without hesitation, "I've always thought that Muggles are better at cooking than wizards. Don't be so quick to deny it, Muggles are better at enjoying life, even though the British's cooking skills have always been... average."

Albert went outside to fetch water and wash his hands while Hagrid divided the beef into four portions. One portion was for his lunch, and the other three were obviously for his new pet.

"Three portions." Albert raised an eyebrow, finally remembering what Hagrid's new pet was.

A few minutes later, Albert followed behind Hagrid, who was carrying the iron bucket, and headed towards the Forbidden Forest. Fang, who had been eating the beef, swallowed the last piece and quickly followed behind them.

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