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Sir_Spots 100 Giant Tales of Hagrid - Sa13+ 1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination |
#93 Chicken “I’ll take a bit mo, if ya don’t mind,” Hagrid said to the fat lady who was ladling out copious amounts of stew onto his plate, which was the size of a bin lid. “Thas right,” he said smoothly as she slopped out the last bit and turn the bowl over. “There’s no more in the back either Hagrid,” she said in disgust as she turned to walk away from him. “Besides, I dunno how you can eat that stuff, most of our customers turn up their noses the minute it’s offered,” she added. “They just don’t know how to appreciate a delicacy I spose,” Hagrid answered, “they’re only Cornish Pixies after all, actually taste like chicken if ya ask me.” |
#44 Ford Anglia The crashing of his footsteps was sending creatures in every direction, fleeing for their lives or be crushed as he moved through the forest. “Out of the way, out of the way!” he yelled as a few Thestrals gathered to see him, thinking that Hagrid might be bringing them a dead cow or some roosters for a treat. Finally he came upon the thing that he’d been searching for. “How in the dickens did you git here?” he asked, as if expecting an answer from it. It wasn’t until he noticed a broken off spider’s leg dangling from the back door window that Hagrid realized what he was looking at. “Oh, dear, you must be that Ford Anglia that Harry and Ron used to get to school.” The car growled at these words of recognition. “Now, don’t go taking that tone with me,” Hagrid cautioned. |
#55 Dare “Come on Hagrid, it’s your turn,” the man in the bandages exclaimed as he was loosing his patience. “Are you going to play your card or not?” he asked in desperation. “Now don’t go hurrying me,” replied Hagrid, as he spilt more mead down the front of his jacket. “Ooo, I dunno if I dare,” came Hagrid’s answer, but something in his eye indicated that he might have been bluffing. “Okay…… I’ve got a two,” he said finally laying down the card. “Jumpin Hippogriffs,” yelled the man as he lay down his six, “you win again.” “Ha!” Hagrid said loudly enough that several of the other customers turned in their seats to look at him. “I mean,” continued Hagrid, his voice lowered. “then I’ll be takin that egg from you now, right?” |
48. Leprechaun After watching him try to replace the door the second time, Tom, the bar keep of the Leaky Cauldron finally told Hagrid to leave it. “I’ll fix it after you leave,” he said. “Sorry bout that,” Hagrid apologized. It wouldn’t be a problem if ya made these things a bit bigger ya know,” he said. “I’m not a Leprechaun, if ya haven’t noticed.” He proceeded to walk over to the bar and sit upon the nearest stool which collapsed in a tremendous crash. “That’s it, I’ve had enough,” he announced, and he got up and walked out letting the door fall once again behind as him exited. |
21. Veela “Hey tall, dark and handsome,” came the voice from inside the doorway of the small shop at the end of Diagon Alley. Hagrid stopped for a moment and looked around, “scuse me?” he asked. “How bout a good time,” she repeated, indicating that she wanted Hagrid to come inside the shop. Hagrid looked at the woman who was talking to him in such a sweet, attractive voice. His eyes met hers and he was overwhelmed with the feeling that he’d want nothing better than to go inside with the girl for a while. Suddenly his head seemed to clear as he heard his name called out. He turned to see Harry approaching him. “Hagrid, you DO know they only employ Veela here?” Harry asked. |
# 46 Dungeon “Troooollllll in the Dungeons,” shouted Professor Quirrell as he passed out on the floor of the Great Hall. Harry and Ron ran off towards the dungeons to rescue Hermione since she’d been crying in the girls’ bathroom for most of the day. “Looks like its left the Dungeons,” Ron said as the large, dark figure lumbered slowly along in front of them dragging his club near his feet. As it entered the bathroom door they heard a girl’s scream. “Ron, Hermione’s in there,” shouted Harry as the two ran towards it drawing their wands. As it swept the club back to smash the stalls Ron turned on the light. The tall figure turned around, “Hagid?” Ron exclaimed, “What in bloody hell?” “Ahh, come offit you two, why should the trolls git all the fun?” Hagird said sheepishly. |
# 7 Care of Magical Creatures “Hagrid?” came the voice from behind the shed. “Hagrid, a letter’s come for you, said the wizened dirty man standing near the fence line. “A letter?” boomed the answer from the stable hand as Hagrid came around the corner carrying a feed bucket the size of a water barrel under his arm. The man looked up almost ten feet into the air to see into his eyes which were, at the time, covered in mud and straw. Hagrid took the letter with his name penned in quite fancy script and read, “I would like you to be our new Professor for Care of Magical Creatures.” |
#34 Parseltongue “Hagrid watch out!” shouted Harry as the snake whipped its razor-sharp tail wildly around trying to take their heads off. “Remind me again why Professor Sprout wanted the venom?” he asked. “Says it’s the key to growin them blubbering blue bonnet thingies now didn’t she,” Hagrid answered as he finally got ahold of it’s head and began to squeeze the sticky liquid out the 3 inch fangs. “I don’t think that snake’s very happy with how you’re handling it Hagrid,” Harry said cautiously as the snaked hissed loudly. “Well I don’t reckon I needed to be a parseltongue to work that out Harry,” replied Hagrid. |
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