Chapter 8

Gomez took a breath on his cigar and said. "Ahh! It's exclusive… How about you Director Fury, how was your days in Howling Commandos."

*

There was a big dog growling.

"Hagrid? Are you there!" Charles was currently at Hogwarts, he came here through the Forbidden forest.

Forbidden my arse, this place look as safe as my backyard but they should've clean the acromantulas infestation here.

Those little buggers can destroy an ecosystem if they don't have a caretaker, Charles don't know whether to commend Hagrid from his bravery or stupidity.

"Down boy! Down! Charl's? Is tha' yeh? Just c'mon in, don' mind the mess, I still 'ave some visitors!" Hagrid shouted inside his shacks.

You can hear Hagrid mumbling about his dirty place and no place to sit.

While the dog just pull back into the darkness.

Charles walked in and saw three kids sitting in the sofa awkwardly, "Won't you introduce us Hagrid?"

"Oh! Righ'! This kids are students from Hogwarts, left to righ' is Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and kids this is Charles he owns the Charcuterie pub in Hogsmeade. Yeh should visit when yeh are third years!"

"Uhmm.. Hagrid, about your dragon…." interupted by the ginger headed kid.

Charles frown at the impolite tone of the kid and just observes them while Hagrid just smile and look at the egg in the fireplace.

"Don' worry 'bout it Ron! Got it cove..."

"It's not about whether you got it cover or not Hagrid, you're shack is not for a dragon, the government forbids of owning dragon!"

'If I remember it right, her name is Hermione, still carrying a bag of books. Erudite qualities? Maybe, the ginger kid doesn't strike me as the smart one and the saviour kid is just observing'

While everyone in the room was arguing about the egg, Charles decided to intervene, "Hagrid, you should to a reserve once it hatched, keeping a dragon here is dangerous and in a reserve the dragon would be properly taken care off."

Hagrid just nodded unwillingly, "If I remember it righ' yer brother is working for the dragon reserve righ' Ron? Won' yeh owl him fer me."

The three kids was stupefied, the man just spoken a few words and manage to convince the stubborn half-giant.

"Sure Hagrid, I'll owl Charlie for you" The ginger kid just smiled at his friend boastfully like his the one who manage to convince Hagrid.

"How you manage to do that?" The saviour kid ask.

"Kid you should introduce yourself to someone first if you're not acquainted. It's common courtesy."

"Ah! Ummm… I'm Harry Potter."

"Stick your hands for a handshake and hold it firm, and say your full name. I'm Charles Addams" Charles said and taking the kids hands firmly while shaking his hands slowly.

Harry just nodded his head.

"That kid is common courtesy of proper etiquette. Remember it well or you will offend everybody here." Charles said while shaking his head.

While the erudite kid who was listening to the two stuck her hands out, "I'm Hermione Granger Mr. Charles, it's nice meeting you."

"The pleasure is mine young miss." Charles shook the little hands, and just look at the ginger head kid who is still boasting his brother to Hagrid.

It took awhile for the kids to decide to go back to school.

Hagrid send the kids out and when he came back he said, "How did yeh get here Charl's? Hogwarts spells is infallible."

Hagrids word made me raise my eyebrow, "I came from the Forbidden Forest Hagrid. No need to be wary."

"Sorry 'bout tha', I'm still jumpy about the attacks to the unicorn in forest yeh see."

"About the unicorn attack Hagrid, I saw one bleeding when I was coming here. But the centaurs are already tending the wounded unicorn."

"Bloody heck, if I have fluffy with me I could have checked it out."

Fluffy? That cerberos his talk about in the pub.

"How about the big dog outside?"

"Fang? Fang is currently sick, and I usually keep him here to guard the shack"

"I can check it for you if you want, attacking unicorns is a huge taboo and Lady Magic is not very happy about it."

Hagrid just nodded and was happy about the help.

*

Director Fury froze just from the few words from Gomez.

Eric look stumped, while looking at his Director, 'You were a Commando? No wonder you're old.'

"How did you.." Director Fury's steely gaze is boring into Gomez.

"Know? It's easy when you know how to look."

Gomez was still sipping his mead and tapping his tobacco to cut the ash out.

"So let's get to the points shall we? What did you came here for?"

*

"What's your name again darling?" Morticia ask the woman beside her, while the chaperone in their back was looking all over the place.

"I'm Natasha Romanoff ma'am!"

Natasha said too loudly, she didn't know why she was having this feeling. She really wants to bolt out of this place.

Natasha subconsciously took out her handkerchief and wipe the cold sweat out of her hands.

When they suddenly heard a loud noise beside their room.

"Oh dear me, would you excuse me for a minute darling. The kids are getting rowdy" Morticia stood up and move gracefully while gliding across the floor.

"Are you okay Nat?" Coulson asked worryingly.

"I'm okay Phil, this place is just giving me the vibes."

"Have you seen anything unusual?"

"Like those armours or bladed weapons? How about the smell of gunpowder in this place? Or the kids in the garden playing?"

Phil frowned about the kids part, he could understand the first three but not the kids part so he looked outside the window and gape at what he saw.

Phil saw the chubby kid was tied to the tree while girl was hoisting an axe while wearing a blindfold.

He was going to run and stop the girl when a hand suddenly stop him, when he looks back and was about to shout at Nat for stopping him, he almost stumbles back.

"You stopped at this room dear, Nat is already in the next room." Morticia was currently very close to him and putting her hand at him.

"About the kids madam?" Phil wants to ask how she can manage to sneak up on him.

"Oh? About the axe? Don't worry dear, it's a toy. It won't hurt a fly. Let us move on to the next room shall we? I already heated some water."

When they arrived at the next room, Nat was already sitting in the table holding a teacup in her hands.