"Haha…" Michael chuckled. "Wade's really good at that Spell, and he even got permission from the Ministry of Magic."
"I'm so jealous… I want to learn…" Astoria asked eagerly, "Will the Spell Study Group teach it in the future?"
"If there's an opportunity," Wade said. "Alright then… shall we get to work?"
Across the room, Hagrid frantically clutched his beard. "Wait, wait! This beard has been growing since I was eighteen… At least leave me a little bit!"
Daphne said coldly and without mercy, "What are you keeping it for? To raise lizards?"
"No…" Hagrid said weakly, "Don't you think my beard looks nice? Dumbledore has a beard too!"
"White beards look clean," Daphne said, holding up scissors. "Your beard… I always suspect the soup splashes in it will grow mold."
"How could there be soup?" Hagrid argued. "I wash it every day."
Daphne's eyes scanned him up and down, asking suspiciously, "Really?"
"At least three days… occasionally five days… I do tidy it up…" Hagrid stammered.
Daphne's hair practically stood on end. She silently waved her Wand, and the scissors swiftly glided past Hagrid's chin.
"Oh—" Hagrid let out a shriek, as if he himself had been cut.
Wade waved his Wand, and various items in the room that were barely still functioning flew out—a chair with a broken leg, a chipped bowl, a broom tied with straw and vines, a fur coat full of wormholes, and a mess of animal specimens.
Hagrid stuffed everything he thought he might use, or find useful later, into his hut. He was also a muddled person, often forgetting where he put things and rarely cleaning.
In fact, Wade suspected that the grime in certain places might have accumulated for fifty years, enough to breed several nests of Fairies.
Everyone else pitched in. The Scouring Charm was familiar to all of them; even the youngest, Astoria, could use it skillfully.
For particularly stubborn areas, they used detergent, a magical potion that also made animal fur smoother and softer, leaving everything looking brand new after a good cleaning.
Meanwhile, Hagrid on the other side occasionally shrieked under Daphne's ministrations—
"My hair!"
"No, put the knife down… Wait, are you trimming my eyebrows too?"
"This is my new coat, Miss Greengrass!"
"This is my special hair oil, not shoe polish… It's very useful, please spare it…"
While others scrubbed teacups, tidied wardrobes, and repaired tables and chairs, Wade stroked his chin, surveying the room, which now looked a bit emptier after most of the clutter had been thrown out.
Hagrid, plus the few of them, and Fang gnawing on a bone in his dog bed, practically filled all the space. People often bumped into each other when moving around.
If Hagrid invited Madame Maxime to visit…
Imagining the two large figures sitting by the fireplace, the air in the room already felt crowded.
Recalling the various materials Hagrid had generously given him in the past, Wade waved his Wand and cast several Undetectable Extension Charms on the hut.
Hermione picked up a tray with a clean teapot and teacups, intending to put them in the cabinet.
As she turned, she instinctively drew her arms in, only to find that everyone around her was at least two feet away.
"Huh?"
The girl felt a little strange, but when Astoria raised her hat to put it on a shelf, Hermione forgot the peculiar feeling and put down the tray to help.
Harry and the others were even more careless. When they realized the space seemed to expand, their hearts immediately filled with a sense of accomplishment.
"Wow, just tidying up like this, and the house feels bigger."
Ron turned to Hagrid and said loudly, "Hagrid, don't pick up so much rubbish again! Of course, if you see unicorn tail hair, you can't miss a single strand."
He carefully cleaned a bunch of unicorn tail hairs and hung them by the window. The light streaming in from outside seemed to become purer.
"Aww…" Hagrid said to Ron, looking heartbroken at his hair and beard scattered all over the floor, "If you like them, you can have them all. I'll go pick up more later."
"Really?"
Ron was overjoyed, but after he reached out, he only counted a few strands of tail hair, then gave one to everyone, keeping one for himself.
"Consider this our payment for today," Ron said with a grin. "The rest, you can sell and buy Madame Maxime a Christmas present."
Wade looked at him in surprise, suddenly realizing that, in places he hadn't seen, Ron, who was often insecure in the original story, had also grown.
Perhaps Fred and George had given their brother some financial assistance, so he was no longer anxious about poverty?
In any case, Ron's Wand was now new, his robes were no longer faded, and his smile seemed much more open.
"Christmas present…"
Hagrid frowned deeply, lost in thought, not even noticing that Daphne had thrown his trimmed hair and beard into the fireplace to burn.
The room was instantly filled with the smell of burning kerosene. Michael quickly opened the window, and Wade conjured a whirlwind to send the strange smell out.
…
Two hours later.
Hagrid stood in the brand-new-looking room, awkwardly touching his hair, then his chin.
"Feels like I'm not wearing any clothes…"
He muttered uncomfortably.
His long, shoulder-length hair had been cut to just an inch, and Daphne had even asked Wade to turn up the heat on the Warming Charm to curl it.
His beard was almost entirely gone, leaving only a hint of stubble to frame his face. Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Hagrid, I never knew you looked like this!"
"Tell me about it!" Michael said, stroking his chin. "You look thirty years younger!"
"Really?"
Hagrid lowered his hand, delightedly picked up a mirror to examine himself, then touched his face and his neck, which could finally see sunlight.
Without all the messy hair, Hagrid's facial contours appeared softer and younger, his rugged muscles were clearly defined, and his black beetle-like eyes were bright, with a clear innocence.
"Seriously, you look amazing like this!" Hermione said. "Before, you looked a bit like... like..."
She waved her arms in frustration, unsure how to describe it.
"—Like a wild man?"
Hagrid asked nonchalantly; he knew some students privately called him that.
"No, I was going to say a pine cone," Hermione said with a laugh.
Everyone remembered Hagrid's previous appearance: his unruly hair lined up perfectly with his shoulders and arms. When he wore his heavy fur coat in winter, with his belly protruding and his arms unable to lie flat against his body due to the bulk of his clothes, he really did resemble a chubby pine cone.
Everyone burst into laughter, and even Hagrid couldn't help but reveal a smile that was no longer hidden by his beard.
Daphne then picked out a dark blue suit, a white linen shirt, a tie, ankle boots, and a belt from the wardrobe, urging Hagrid to go change in the bedroom.
"I promise, you're going to completely surprise Madame Maxime," Daphne said. "If she didn't look at your height, she'd think the school had a new gamekeeper!"
This time, Hagrid took the clothes without resisting their disdain for his sense of style, and changed readily.
When he awkwardly tugged at his tie and walked out, Daphne let out a long sigh, as if a great weight had finally been lifted from her mind.
"I should have done this ages ago," she whispered to her sister. "You know, every time we have Care of Magical Creatures class and I see Professor Hagrid's outfit, it feels like an ant is crawling on my foot, it's so uncomfortable."
Astoria, hearing this, sat nearby and giggled.
Afterward, it was said—though only said—that when Madame Maxime went to check on her Abraxan, she saw the transformed Hagrid and unconsciously wrapped the reins in her hand two more times.
A few days later, everyone noticed that the two of them had started taking walks by the Black Lake.
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