MM Racing Chapter 11 Hagrid the Silly, and His Bizarre Spellcasting!
Chapter 11 Hagrid the Silly, and His Bizarre Spellcasting!
Hagrid was completely oblivious to Dudley's provocation and immediately pulled a small pink umbrella from his coat pocket, wanting to prove himself.
This little umbrella couldn't even cover Hagrid's head, so it wasn't meant to keep him dry.
In fact, the key part is the umbrella handle.
[Oak wand nurtured by magic (Grade C)]
[Item Description: 16 inches long, oak staff with a unicorn tail hair core. Owned by Rubeus Hagrid, it has been nurtured by his magic for many years and has been used with a small number of spells, resulting in a slightly higher rating. It was once broken but was repaired by an extremely powerful restoration spell.]
Since the host has not yet become a wizard, it is impossible to assess the compatibility with wand-type magical items. Fusing with a wand with high compatibility will grant stable wandless spellcasting ability, and...
Hearing the identification information from the system prompt in his mind, Dali became even more confident in his idea of quickly mastering powerful spellcasting abilities.
In addition, he confirmed something.
Hagrid is really a simpleton.
Hagrid held up his umbrella wand, the tip of which was pointed at the interior of the Dursley's house.
This startled Petunia and Vernon, who rushed over to shield Dudley and Harry and pull them deeper into the house. However, Dudley used his magically enhanced strength to drag the whole family outside into the rain.
"Dali, what are you doing?"
Vernon was confused, as was Petunia, but only Harry seemed to understand his cousin's intentions.
"Shh!" Dudley gestured for everyone to be quiet and watch the goofy half-giant's actions silently.
"Let me think... what was that spell again? 'Seamless... Seamless Extension,' yes, it's 'Seamless Extension'!"
Hagrid found the spell to expand space in his distant and limited memories of learning magic, a spell he had learned by chance from older Ravenclaw students during his years as a gamekeeper.
Although he hadn't used it many times, given Dumbledore's trust in him, he was bound to be able to pull it off... right?
Hagrid was thinking this when he forgot that he had accidentally uttered the spell aloud while recalling it.
In an instant, invisible magic surged from Hagrid's body into the umbrella wand in his hand, transforming into a strange, crooked beam of light that shot out from the tip of the wand and struck the space on the first floor of the Dursley's house.
Once the light subsided, the house appeared undamaged and stood firmly in the wind and rain, so it was relatively safe.
Dali led his family back into the house.
Upon entering, everyone immediately sensed the strange changes in the interior scenery.
Penny had just turned on the lights, and now they could clearly see that the ceiling had been raised several meters high, tilted like a zigzag line, and all sorts of furniture were overturned and misplaced. Most notably, the walls on the first floor had become twisted and wavy.
"No, I can't use magic! Besides, the Ministry of Magic doesn't seem to allow this spell to be used privately!"
In the midst of the storm, Hagrid suddenly remembered that he was still a criminal.
He looked at the house, which appeared normal on the outside but whose interior space had been warped and expanded. He then glanced around at the wind-swept, deserted Privet Road and felt a wave of fear wash over him. He quickly stuffed his umbrella and wand back into his coat pocket.
"I misunderstood you, Mr. Hagrid, so powerful and adorable! Your magic is truly amazing!" Dudley praised Hagrid against his will. "Come on in! Don't get soaked in the rain!"
"Oh?! Really? I'm a powerful and adorable... gentleman?"
Hagrid, head bowed and body turned sideways, squeezed through the Dursleys' front door. "Nobody's ever complimented me like that before! Dudley, huh? You're a fine Muggle!"
The Dursleys were rolling their eyes so hard they were practically flying to the sky. If Dudley hadn't praised Hagrid, they would have been cursing him out right now.
They were heartbroken to see their room ruined like this.
"Is this a wizard's spell? How amazing!"
Harry, who had never seen the world before, exclaimed in genuine amazement, which made Hagrid even happier, his beard trembling with laughter.
“When will our house return to normal? It can’t stay this strange forever, can it?!” Vernon muttered as he asked.
Hagrid's smile froze: "Um... well... well, maybe..."
"Oh! You're celebrating Harry's birthday! A two-tiered chocolate cake! Looks like my gift was a bit excessive, but you can try my cooking too!"
Hagrid didn't know how long his strange, unseen stretching spell could last, so he couldn't answer Vernon's question. He stammered a few words and then decisively changed the subject.
He then pulled a round, cookie-shaped brown paper package from his dirty overcoat and untied it in front of Harry.
"It got squeezed on the way here and is a little deformed, but the taste should be the same!"
As Hagrid spoke, he placed the cracked, pink cake with a blessing written on it in green jam on a parchment paper into Harry's hands.
Happy birthday, Harry!
The half-giant's eyes glistened with tears, filled with tenderness.
Harry looked at the birthday present Hagrid had given him, then looked up at Hagrid's rough, large face, and a thought flashed through his mind:
"You're the one who took me to my aunt's house, on that flying motorcycle, right!"
"Oh, Harry! You remember, you remember!"
Hagrid was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down his face. His massive body trembled, shaking off the rainwater that had seeped into his coat.
Dudley's eyes flashed, and he immediately said, "Hagrid, your coat is wet. Take it off and wash it in our washing machine!"
"Washing machine?" Hagrid's attention was drawn to the new term.
"Yes, the washing machine. You can think of it as our Muggle magic. You've shown us wizarding magic, so we should repay you, shouldn't we?"
Dali spoke very naturally, logically and with evidence, showing no sign of ill intent.
"Alright! I can't cast any more spells, that's fine! Thank you, Dudley!"
Hagrid walked to a low table in the living room, and from the pocket of his coat, he pulled out an umbrella wand, a ball of yarn, many broken cups, a piggy bank, some copper knit coins, a string of soft sausages, and a few crumbly dog biscuits...
Place them one by one.
Finally, they even pulled out two dormouses, an owl, a quill pen, ink, and parchment.
"Oh, right! I should write back to Dumbledore and tell him I've found Harry!"
Hagrid muttered to himself, picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, scribbled a few words on the parchment, folded it twice, stuffed the letter into the owl's claws, and released it.
Only then did he take off his huge, heavy, worn-out, dirty and wet woolen coat.
It was obvious that Hagrid hadn't used magic to take care of his personal hygiene in a long time, and as the gamekeeper of Hogwarts and a trusted follower of the greatest wizard in history, he was rather destitute.
Perhaps he doesn't care about money.
Dudley took Haig's coat with remarkable ease, his arm sinking slightly as he walked towards the family's large bathroom, calling out to his parents, whose faces were somewhat pale, as he went:
"Mom and Dad, don't worry, our living room will be back to normal. Today is Harry's birthday, let's invite our guests to sit down and chat while we eat!"