Novel & Cerita Hagrid Carrying Harry

Seeing Harry crying, he hugged him and asked softly, "What's wrong, son?" "Hu hu hu... Hu hu... Hu hu hu..." Harry laid his head on his shoulder and sobbed, speechless. Carwyn, realizing that Nadia was standing beside Grainne, frowned and asked her: "Grainne, what's wrong? Why is Harry crying?" Grainne said nervously, "I don't know either! He was like that when he saw Nadia just now, for some reason he was crying!" Harry sobbed for a moment and then sobbed, "Daddy... Dad, she's a bad person, can you... can you arrest her? Hu hu hu... Harry was scared... Hu hu hu..” People had begun to gather around them curiously, and Carwyn asked, "What is Harry afraid of? Don't be afraid anymore okay? I ha

rushed to the chest like a madman, wanting to open it, but was too scared to find a way. Fortunately, Carwyn Levi stepped forward to help her open the trunk lid. The chest was opened, there was a boy in it, it was Harry! The boy sat huddled in the chest, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, to prevent him from screaming for help, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. At this moment, the boy saw his mother and beloved uncle Levi appear, but he did not react, because he was almost unconscious, his forehead was covered with sweat, his hair was messy in front, and his face was pale. , extremely weak. Grainne saw her son's dire state, her legs went limp, and she fell to her knees beside the t

Harry screams running toward the kitchen. "Wait ,what do you mean?" " come in the kitchen and See for yourself" he says so i go to the kitchen and see harry holding two pieces of bread in his hand . Scratch that , he is holding two pieces of burnt bread. I go and check the other two pieces but they are in the same condition . I take toast in my hand , showing him and then shrug. I wait for harry to frown or get angry because i just ruined his breakfast but instead he looks like he is trying to hold his laugh .

I thought to myself. I signalled to my warriors to observe as the figure gets closer and closer to the boundaries of my pack . Immediately as they reached the stranger, they had charged towards him, immediately he identified himself, they let off their guard and followed him to the building in which I was. I looked on in order to identify who it was and at that moment, I was impressed. Harry is back and what would he had brought for me. He had carried a person up in his hands and the more I see it, the more I wondered how he could have done it.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

Before I reached the street, Harry appeared, carrying a large bag over his shoulder. He was holding his phone in the other hand, and I could already imagine who he was talking to. I slipped the letter back into my bag and hid it behind my body. Harry noticed my movement but said nothing. He set the bag down and approached. “I gathered some things. The driver will take you to a safe place. I have to stay and monitor Miss Shaw until the Boss arrives.” His voice was no different from usual—cold and professional, as if handling just another problem for Cassian.

The house was in view, looming quietly in the late afternoon light as Caspian and I made our way back from the park. I’d planned on heading inside, hoping to get a few moments to myself to digest everything, but before we could stop, Harry walked out of the house and stopped seeing us. His face lit up with a bright grin when we walked out of the car. “Hey!” He was holding a riding helmet in one hand and waving us over with the other. “Hey, where are you off to?” I asked, amused.

I cried harder. ‘They said they will keep trying though, Ok.. so… so just..’ Jackson didn’t even finish the sentence. I didn’t want to hear it, it would just be false hope ‘I-I-I need to s-see him!’. I sobbed. I was almost blind, I couldn’t see anything through my tears. I felt a strong hand touch my hand and pull me to my feet. ‘I’ll take her’. It was Harry. ‘Ok, be safe’. I heard Ron warn and I wiped away my tears, clearing my vision, to see Harry holding out his spare helmet. I took it, thanked him and climbed onto his bike.

He clicks on a file, pulling up a grainy video, and we all lean in closer to the screen. In the footage, we see Harry, clearly recognizable, strolling around a quiet park in the early morning. He’s looking around every so often, glancing over his shoulder, as if checking to make sure no one’s following him. He’s carrying something bundled up, and even though the footage isn’t clear, my heart pounds, hoping for something, anything, that might confirm my instincts. James zooms in slightly, his fingers tapping the keyboard with a steady rhythm. “Watch this part,” he says, pointing to the screen. “Right here, he’s just walking, minding his own business, but then… look.”

Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy. Soon, I was led into the secret chamber beneath the altar and laid on a cold stone bed. Kael brought a bowl of black potion that smelled bitter. It was a sedative to knock a wolf out. The liquid slid down my throat. My consciousness blurred rapidly, and my limbs became heavy. Through my heavy eyelids, I saw Kael change into a white ceremonial robe. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here."