Harry shifted impatiently from foot

Harry shifted impatiently from foot to foot before leaning over to hiss in Draco's ear: "I thought Care of Magical Creatures was optional and began in third year!"

"No. The Governors changed it last year. Father didn't say why. Now it's mandatory and begins in first year."

Harry disgustedly rolled his eyes.

"It's not that bad, Harry," Hermione chimed in. Ravenclaw had Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins instead of with the Hufflepuffs, though Harry couldn't fathom why. He had thought it was mandatory that the Slytherins and Gryffindors be in class together, so as to incessantly feud and not learn anything.

"I read my course book on it and it seems really easy," she continued eagerly.

"I know it's easy but-"

"Mister Riddle!" a loud voice boomed. Harry glanced up at Professor Hagrid with a blasé look on his face. Truthfully, he'd been very surprised to find out Hagrid was an actual teacher, but he supposed it didn't take much brain to talk about animals all day long.

"Yes, Professor?" he asked dutifully.

"Stop talkin' an' pay attention! Since you seem to know so much abou' magical creatures that ya don't think you have to listen, why don't you tell me what a hippogriff is?"

"A hippogriff, professor, is a creature with the body of a horse and the head of a bird. They have a wingspan of about twenty or more feet and weigh a bit less than half a ton. They're very touchy and demand respect. You have to bow to them and keep eye contact before you try to approach them." Practically everyone in the Wizarding World knew what a hippogriff was; for his sixth birthday he'd tried to convince Bellatrix to get him one, but his father had said the very notion of it was absurd.

Hagrid made a disgruntled noise, and Harry thought that if he'd wanted him to not know the answer he should've asked a more difficult question.

"Ten points from Slytherin fer talkin', Riddle, and a detention with Professor Snape."

Harry seethed, tempted to make some scathing remark, but he reasoned that that would just lose more house points. But the whole confrontation made something crystal clear - Rubeus Hagrid had singled him out. And that begged a question - Why?


"What's his issue?" Harry spat out as he and Draco sat down at lunch.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe the Dark Lord did something to him and he recognizes your name. Who knows who all your father pissed off? Look at McGonagall, for Merlin's sake!"

Harry pursed his lips. He'd have to write his father about Hagrid. McGonagall might've hated him, but she wasn't fond of any of the Slytherins. Hagrid, meanwhile, was nice to everyone except him.

"Hey, you guys."

Harry looked over his shoulder at the hesitant greeting and found a bushy haired brunette girl hovering behind him. "Hermione? Shouldn't you be at the Ravenclaw table?"

"Yeah," she began, glancing over in the direction of the Ravenclaws, "but I thought that since there's no rule saying I can't . . . I might like to eat over here. If you're okay with it, of course," she added quickly.

Harry scooted over and patted the bench. Hermione wordlessly sat down, looking relieved.

"What was that professor, Hagrid, on about?" she asked after a moment of awkwardness, glancing up at the staff table. "You weren't really doing anything, just talking."

Harry nodded grimly.

"He singled you out for no-" Hermione trailed off as a loud hooting filled the air. "What's that?"

"Mail's here," Draco said excitedly.

Tons of owls flew into the Great Hall, dropping packages as they went. A well groomed tawny owl dropped a package in Draco's lap. Seconds later, a coal black owl delivered a letter and a neatly wrapped present into Harry's lap, along with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

Harry ripped the letter open first.

Harry,

I heard that you were sorted into Slytherin. The news comes as a relief since I admit, I had my doubts. One of my spies reported that, as expected, the old Headmaster did interrogate you. I hope you weren't too intimidated. He portrays himself as a senile old fool but be assured that he is not. Always be cautious around him and make sure he never gains an upper hand over you. But, my spy did say that you handled everything - the train ride, the Sorting, and the questioning - very well.

On the other hand, my spy has also reported that you are associating with a Ravenclaw mudblood girl. What have I told you about doing such things? What will it be next? A Gryffindor? A Hufflepuff? A muggle? Stay away from her.

Other than that, I am very pleased with you. I might send Nagini to check on you in a few days.

See you at Christmas, and please do burn this letter as soon as possible,

Your Father

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Something wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"No. It's just my father being my father." Harry carefully tucked the letter away into his robe pocket and began to tear away at the brown paper wrapping on the package.

"What is it?" Draco demanded, idly scanning his own, very long letter, which Harry was sure his mother wrote. Lucius Malfoy usually didn't have that much to say to his son, while Narcissa had a tendency to gush at times.

Harry held up the small mirror that had been in the package. It was very plain, with bland silver trim around the edge.

"Is he trying to tell you to keep up with personal hygiene?" asked Draco, blinking a bit.

Harry shook his head as an image slowly began to form in the center of the mirror. Ronald Weasley was sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table, chatting to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan and shoveling food into his mouth.

Harry glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Sure enough, there was the redhead, talking with the two other boys.

"It's a foe-glass, I believe," Harry began. "I've heard of them. It shows what its owner's enemies are doing." Harry glanced in the mirror and then back at Weasley. His eyes narrowed. Discreetly, he pulled out his wand and whispered, "Pilo."

Laughter erupted around the Great Hall. Ron Weasley's now bald head flushed with anger. Weasley-red hair covered the floor around the Gryffindor table.

"Teach him for calling me a lackey," Harry muttered under his breath.

Hermione gulped. "Harry . . ."

"It'll grow back," Harry replied nonchalantly.

"Remind me never to make you mad," Draco murmured quietly.

Harry shrugged and unfolded his copy of the Daily Prophet. "Oh," Harry exclaimed, surprised. "This is odd."

"What?" asked Hermione and Draco simultaneously.

Harry shoved the paper in their direction.

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 1 August, widely believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out of it if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"The book I read said Gringotts was impossible to break into," said Hermione excitedly as soon as she'd read the last word.

"It'd take someone almost with your father's resources to do something as big as that," Draco said to Harry thoughtfully.

Hermione looked between them in confusion. "What does your father do, Harry?"

Harry surreptitiously glared at Draco before answering. "He's . . . very wealthy. I'm not really sure what he does," he lied, crossing his fingers under the table.

Hermione seemed to accept it, shrugging and going back to her food. Harry absentmindedly chopped his potatoes to bits, lost deeply in thought. He and his father had went to Gringotts on August first. Was it intentional that his father had 'forgotten' the money they needed for shopping? Had he wanted an excuse to be in the bank that day? And why did he take such an interest in Hagrid, a seemingly unimportant groundskeeper and professor at Hogwarts? What did the giant have to do with any of it? Which vault was broken into?

And, most importantly, what was in the vault?

It's a bit longer than the last chapter. I hope you like it!

EDIT: Added Snape's speech, which is quoted directly from the book. Don't know why I left it out in the first place.


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Harry chuyển impatiently từ chân vào bàn chân trước khi nghiêng trên để kêu xì xì tại của Draco tai: "Tôi nghĩ rằng chăm sóc sinh vật huyền bí là tùy chọn và bắt đầu trong năm thứ ba!""Số Các thống đốc đã thay đổi nó cuối năm. Cha không nói lý do tại sao. Bây giờ nó là bắt buộc và bắt đầu trong năm đầu tiên."Harry disgustedly cán mắt của ông."Nó không phải là xấu, Harry," Hermione chimed tại. Ravenclaw đã chăm sóc của các sinh vật huyền bí với Slytherins thay vì với Hufflepuffs, mặc dù Harry không thể hiểu được lý do tại sao. Ông có nghĩ rằng nó là bắt buộc rằng các Slytherins và Gryffindors trong lớp học với nhau, để không ngừng mối thù và không tìm hiểu bất cứ điều gì."Tôi đọc cuốn sách khóa học của tôi vào nó và nó có vẻ như rất dễ dàng," cô tiếp tục hăm hở."Tôi biết nó là dễ dàng nhưng-""Mister Riddle!" một giọng nói lớn bùng nổ. Harry glanced lên tại giáo sư Hagrid với một cái nhìn nhàm trên khuôn mặt của mình. Trung thực, ông đã rất ngạc nhiên để tìm hiểu Hagrid là một giáo viên thực tế, nhưng ông coi nó đã không mất nhiều bộ não để nói về động vật tất cả các ngày dài."Vâng, giáo sư?" ông hỏi dutifully."Ngừng nói an' chú ý! Kể từ khi bạn dường như biết rất nhiều abou' sinh vật huyền bí mà ya không nghĩ rằng bạn có nghe, sao anh không nói với tôi là những gì một chiếnvới? ""Một chiếnvới, giáo sư, là một sinh vật với cơ thể của một con ngựa và người đứng đầu của một con chim. Họ có sải cánh khoảng hai mươi hoặc nhiều chân và cân nhắc một chút ít hơn một nửa một tấn. Họ đang rất nhạy cảm và nhu cầu tôn trọng. Bạn phải cung để họ và giữ cho mắt trước khi bạn cố gắng tiếp cận họ." Thực tế tất cả mọi người trên thế giới tồn biết những gì một chiếnvới; vào sinh nhật lần thứ sáu của mình, ông đã cố gắng để thuyết phục Bellatrix để có được anh ta một, nhưng cha đã nói các khái niệm rất của nó là ngớ ngẩn.Hagrid đã thực hiện một tiếng ồn bất mãn, và Harry nghĩ rằng nếu ông muốn hắn không biết câu trả lời ông nên đã hỏi một câu hỏi khó khăn hơn."Mười điểm từ Slytherin fer nói, câu đố, và một trại giam với giáo sư Snape."Harry seethed, cám dỗ để làm cho một số scathing nhận xét, nhưng ông lý luận rằng đó sẽ chỉ mất thêm nhà điểm. Nhưng các cuộc đối đầu toàn bộ thực hiện một cái gì đó tinh thể rõ ràng - Rubeus Hagrid đã chỉ anh ta ra. Và đó begged một câu hỏi - tại sao?"Vấn đề của ông là gì?" Harry nhổ ra khi ông và Draco ngồi bữa ăn trưa.Draco shrugged. "Tôi không biết. Có lẽ Dark Lord đã làm một cái gì đó để anh ta và ông nhận ra tên của bạn. Những người hiểu biết ai tất cả cha cô pissed off? Nhìn McGonagall, vì lợi ích của Merlin!"Harry pursed đôi môi của mình. Ông sẽ phải viết cha về Hagrid. McGonagall có thể đã ghét anh ta, nhưng cô ấy không thích bất kỳ của các Slytherins. Hagrid, trong khi đó, đã được tốt đẹp để tất cả mọi người ngoại trừ anh ta."Hey, you guys."Harry looked over his shoulder at the hesitant greeting and found a bushy haired brunette girl hovering behind him. "Hermione? Shouldn't you be at the Ravenclaw table?""Yeah," she began, glancing over in the direction of the Ravenclaws, "but I thought that since there's no rule saying I can't . . . I might like to eat over here. If you're okay with it, of course," she added quickly.Harry scooted over and patted the bench. Hermione wordlessly sat down, looking relieved."What was that professor, Hagrid, on about?" she asked after a moment of awkwardness, glancing up at the staff table. "You weren't really doing anything, just talking."Harry nodded grimly."He singled you out for no-" Hermione trailed off as a loud hooting filled the air. "What's that?""Mail's here," Draco said excitedly.Tons of owls flew into the Great Hall, dropping packages as they went. A well groomed tawny owl dropped a package in Draco's lap. Seconds later, a coal black owl delivered a letter and a neatly wrapped present into Harry's lap, along with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.Harry ripped the letter open first.Harry,I heard that you were sorted into Slytherin. The news comes as a relief since I admit, I had my doubts. One of my spies reported that, as expected, the old Headmaster did interrogate you. I hope you weren't too intimidated. He portrays himself as a senile old fool but be assured that he is not. Always be cautious around him and make sure he never gains an upper hand over you. But, my spy did say that you handled everything - the train ride, the Sorting, and the questioning - very well.On the other hand, my spy has also reported that you are associating with a Ravenclaw mudblood girl. What have I told you about doing such things? What will it be next? A Gryffindor? A Hufflepuff? A muggle? Stay away from her.Other than that, I am very pleased with you. I might send Nagini to check on you in a few days.See you at Christmas, and please do burn this letter as soon as possible,Your FatherHarry rolled his eyes."Something wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked."No. It's just my father being my father." Harry carefully tucked the letter away into his robe pocket and began to tear away at the brown paper wrapping on the package."What is it?" Draco demanded, idly scanning his own, very long letter, which Harry was sure his mother wrote. Lucius Malfoy usually didn't have that much to say to his son, while Narcissa had a tendency to gush at times.Harry held up the small mirror that had been in the package. It was very plain, with bland silver trim around the edge.
"Is he trying to tell you to keep up with personal hygiene?" asked Draco, blinking a bit.

Harry shook his head as an image slowly began to form in the center of the mirror. Ronald Weasley was sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table, chatting to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan and shoveling food into his mouth.

Harry glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Sure enough, there was the redhead, talking with the two other boys.

"It's a foe-glass, I believe," Harry began. "I've heard of them. It shows what its owner's enemies are doing." Harry glanced in the mirror and then back at Weasley. His eyes narrowed. Discreetly, he pulled out his wand and whispered, "Pilo."

Laughter erupted around the Great Hall. Ron Weasley's now bald head flushed with anger. Weasley-red hair covered the floor around the Gryffindor table.

"Teach him for calling me a lackey," Harry muttered under his breath.

Hermione gulped. "Harry . . ."

"It'll grow back," Harry replied nonchalantly.

"Remind me never to make you mad," Draco murmured quietly.

Harry shrugged and unfolded his copy of the Daily Prophet. "Oh," Harry exclaimed, surprised. "This is odd."

"What?" asked Hermione and Draco simultaneously.

Harry shoved the paper in their direction.

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 1 August, widely believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out of it if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"The book I read said Gringotts was impossible to break into," said Hermione excitedly as soon as she'd read the last word.

"It'd take someone almost with your father's resources to do something as big as that," Draco said to Harry thoughtfully.

Hermione looked between them in confusion. "What does your father do, Harry?"

Harry surreptitiously glared at Draco before answering. "He's . . . very wealthy. I'm not really sure what he does," he lied, crossing his fingers under the table.

Hermione seemed to accept it, shrugging and going back to her food. Harry absentmindedly chopped his potatoes to bits, lost deeply in thought. He and his father had went to Gringotts on August first. Was it intentional that his father had 'forgotten' the money they needed for shopping? Had he wanted an excuse to be in the bank that day? And why did he take such an interest in Hagrid, a seemingly unimportant groundskeeper and professor at Hogwarts? What did the giant have to do with any of it? Which vault was broken into?

And, most importantly, what was in the vault?

It's a bit longer than the last chapter. I hope you like it!

EDIT: Added Snape's speech, which is quoted directly from the book. Don't know why I left it out in the first place.


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