The small conflict happening not far away among so Little Wizards didn’t attract much of William’s attention.
Even though throwing gloves is considered an act of war both among dieval English nobility and Wizards, the atmosphere and setting are not serious, which ans this matter will only beco dinner-talk for so Little Wizards when they return ho for the holidays.
William lay in the warm sunlight, listening to the wind blowing through the Forbidden Forest, until... he felt the sunlight disappear.
"Oh... hello?"
Grabbing Kabuda, which was serving as his blindfold, William finally saw the Giant who was blocking all his sunlight—alright, probably only Hagrid in the entire Hogwarts Castle could manage that.
"Hello... um, am I blocking you?"
Hagrid sheepishly scratched his head. He put down the large water bucket he was carrying and sat next to William.
"Yes, but now it’s better... What is it?"
William shook his head, put the already fast-asleep Kabuda back over his eyes to block the incoming sunlight.
"Uh, I’ve encountered a problem that can’t be solved..."
Hagrid hugged the bucket and continued, "It’s Argo. Since returning from the Forbidden Forest, it often refuses food, and its spirit becos increasingly despondent, even ignoring its forrly favorite smoked jerky. I suspect... suspect it’s the Magic’s fault?"
Hagrid’s face turned slightly red, though it was subtle. After all, in his view, William’s help was given without any reward (Hagrid never considered the Forbidden Forest’s Acromantula colony his private property). Now he’s asking for after-sales service, which was naturally embarrassing for Hagrid.
"...What do you usually feed it?"
"Oh, at first, I let it eat with , but I found it didn’t like it and always wanted to play during als, so I switched to regular bloody at, which I confird is on the Acromantula’s diet list—what’s wrong?"
By this ti, William had sat up, looking at the bucket where the spider was almost starved flat, unable to suppress a slight twitch of his mouth.
"Did I ever tell you that for safety reasons—I’ve removed its fangs?"
"..."
"Probably starving, without its fore fangs to help, it can’t ingest smoked at, large beef chunks, and during als ’playing around’ with you... Could it be, just possibly... it’s actually trying to scratch you because it’s extrely hungry?"
"..."
Hagrid’s gaze shifted between Argo and William’s face until Argo’s forelegs trembled and raised. Only then did Hagrid understand William’s words, looking at the weak, seemingly soon-to-die spider, Hagrid was as helpless as a sixty-year-old child—
"Take it to the kitchen..."
William patted the Giant’s shoulder with a solemn expression.
"Ah, but spiders don’t taste good—"
Hagrid, lost in grief, was montarily out of it.
"...I an, have the House-Elves make so at puree for it."
William felt sowhat powerless.
"Oh, oh—"
Upon hearing the reminder again, Hagrid finally realized and prepared to run to the castle with the bucket, but was held back by William at the waist... couldn’t reach the shoulder.
"Don’t rush."
William sighed, holding Kabuda in one hand, while his other hand fumbled continuously in the Niffler’s belly, soon finding a gray stone embedded with blue Magic Runes.
"What is this?"
"Swoosh—"
Hagrid heard the sound of a strap snapping, followed by a distortion of reality, and the two figures instantly disappeared.
...
"Swoosh—"
Hagrid staggered out from the air, through the recent journey, he felt stuffed into a soft pipe, with soone on the other end using a plunger repeatedly pulling, until extracted from the pipe. Given his size, it was clearly an impossible task—
"Ugh—"
William’s face was also not looking good, glancing at the Magic Rune Stone in his hand, now completely devoid of luster, he helplessly frowned.
Long-distance travel seed to be a bit difficult.
"Mr. Richard—"
A Little Elf nad Lack quickly ran up from the side, but before it reached William, it was ’pushed’ by William toward Hagrid, "He will tell you what to do... cough cough, I need so rest."
At Hogwarts, Apparition is impossible, everyone knows, and William is no exception. Therefore, he was always looking for a loophole, and this loophole ca quickly—the Apparition of House-Elves is entirely unrestricted by the castle’s Anti-Disillusionnt Array.
And conveniently, he possessed a House-Elf of his own—
By observing the Magic flow during Dobby’s spell casting, using Ancient Magic for tangible replication, marked onto a Moonstone. It sounds simple, and practically, it isn’t difficult, given the advantage of Ancient Magic. But issues arose beyond William’s expectations.
This Magic Pattern Stone created through House-Elf Magic seed to have a rejection reaction for humans, even for short one-way travel, the discomfort and blockage it caused—uhh, to put it simply, William once thought long-distance Apparition was painful enough.
Now it seems, that’s heavenly compared.
Initially, William thought it was due to the Hogwarts environnt problem, till he tried once in Hogsade and found under controlled variables, that it had nothing to do with environntal factors, the clash ca from the House-Elf Magic differing from human Apparition, though effects are similar.
Now on a look—turning back to see Hagrid displaying the spider to the House-Elves, it’s clear, the Half-Giant also can’t entirely avoid this sense of rejection, potentially more severe.
"Whew..."
Noting down this "test result," William stood, greeting Hagrid, "I’ll take my leave now, rember not to feed it dry at anymore, putting old folks without teeth through such a thing is unbearable."
"Wait, I have one more thing... no, two things."
Seeing William ready to leave, Hagrid quickly turned around, halting William’s steps.
"...What?"
William, about to leave, turned back.
"Uh, it’s like this, Professor Kettleburn is retiring soon,"
"?"
William’s pupils slightly contracted, he sowhat anticipated the upcoming plot, but please don’t ruin it for ...
"Professor Dumbledore wants to take over as the professor of the Magical Creatures Class..."
"Tut."
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