Hagrid widened his eyes.
"Fake, passed out—went a bit overboard, though, this Blast-Ended Skrewt is much more obedient now."
William shook his head, gently clapped his hands, and the Blast-Ended Skrewt moved again, swallowing the goblin whole, "Now it's dead." William wrinkled his nose; the Blast-Ended Skrewt's eating manners were really unsightly, but Hagrid beside him seemed not to notice this scene—
In fact, he really didn't see it. In the giant's eyes, the goblin was taken away by the suddenly appearing little elf, Dobby.
Actually, the goblin was indeed scared to death, but Hagrid needed some consoling.
William didn't really want to taint the heart of this rare, pure-hearted Half-Blood Giant with killing, especially since he didn't trust the supposedly "locked" mouth of Hagrid.
After the traces of the goblin completely disappeared, William lifted the Blinding Technique in front of Hagrid, and the two turned to leave the small hut.
"How have those goblins survived for so long?"
Hagrid caught up with William, lifting a lantern hanging nearby, curiously asked, "And right in the Forbidden Forest, even the Centaurs don't know of their existence."
"Wizards can live for hundreds or thousands of years, let alone goblins. As for where they're hiding in the Forbidden Forest..." William shook his head, "I don't know." That was a lie. In the past three to four months, if he hadn't pried anything out from those goblins, he would have wasted thousands of years of torture techniques.
Of course, William didn't want to talk about this now, so, "By the way, what's the situation between you and that Maxime? You know, I originally didn't want to concern myself with others' romantic issues—"
The speed at which he changed topics was like an owl swooping over the treetops. Hagrid's movement froze instantly, his giant figure appearing somewhat forlorn, the lantern in his hand dropped to the ground with a "plop," the flame flickering, and Hagrid had no mind to pick it up, drooping his head, squeezing his hands tightly.
"She… sigh..."
Hagrid's voice was low and aggrieved, like a giant badger soaked by a storm, "You know my identity, right, William, I'm a Half-Blood Giant." Hagrid's voice was a bit anxious, as if the moment he uttered those words, William would just turn and leave.
But fortunately, William didn't. He just nodded, "Of course, it's not like you were hit with an Engorgement Charm in the womb, right?"
"Well, I knew you wouldn't. This society is very discriminatory against Half-Bloods, even though, even though Professor Flitwick doesn't seem to mind his own identity—"
Hagrid muttered somewhat dejectedly, "Well, in any case—after that ball, I confessed my identity to Olympe. I thought she was like me—but, she said she was just big-boned—William, I've never seen a wizard with a bigger skeleton than me—"
"Yes, clearly she's lying to you."
"But, why? I finally met someone, someone so much like me—"
Hagrid covered his eyes with his big hands, looking extremely dejected. This was obviously not as simple as the end of love, but rather, after enduring discrimination, this Half-Blood finally found someone of his kind, only to be shut out by them.
Noting that he seemed to have touched Hagrid's scar, William sighed, watching the over three-meter-tall "big baby" cry into a mess of tears, he couldn't help but start weighing the pros and cons in his mind—
At times like this, is it better to seriously comfort him or simply use an "Obliviate" on him?