"Rubeus Hagrid?"

"Mr. Hagrid?"

"That wrongly accused groundskeeper?"

"Wait, I remember, he seems to have re-enrolled?!"

Accompanied by Percy Weasley's voice, the discussions on the surrounding stands instantly exploded.

Decades ago, Tom Riddle, who had not yet become Voldemort, opened the Chamber of Secrets at the school, killing Myrtle and framing Hagrid for everything.

However, with the information that Peter Pettigrew "confessed" during the public trial, and the "Basilisk Extermination" operation that later took place at Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic withdrew all the lawsuits and punishments against Hagrid, returned all his application rights as a wizard at Dumbledore's request, and exceptionally allowed him to return to Hogwarts as a student and complete his unfinished studies.

In fact, in the understanding of most wizards, this was more like a symbolic "compensation" measure from the Ministry of Magic and the school.

After all, Rubeus Hagrid still held the positions of Hogwarts groundskeeper and key master.

Although he had regained his student status and resumed his studies, most of his courses were exceptionally waived, and often, due to work reasons, professors directly tutored him.

If compared to a more common method in the non-magical world, Rubeus Hagrid was less like a re-enrolled student and more like a special "adult self-study student" allowed to audit at a full-time middle school and participate in exams as a graduating student. Even the Gryffindor little wizards rarely regarded Hagrid as being in the same year - he was even older than their parents.

Of course, strictly speaking, Percy's suggestion of replacing him was also reasonable.

Because Hagrid's level was indeed fifth year after "reconnecting."

"...Mr. Hagrid? Okay, I understand."

Aileen blinked for half a second, nodded lightly, and a hint of excitement that she couldn't suppress flashed in her eyes.

So that's it, high magic resistance plus high toxin resistance, and also giant strength and simple casting ability.

Perhaps ordinary little wizards could not resist Professor Snape and others' potions hell, but it would be hard to say if it were Rubeus Hagrid.

"Then, the other contestant..."

"It's just me."

Mr. Hagrid's signature loud voice came from not far away, along with his heavy footsteps.

He was still wearing that oversized Gryffindor robe that had been washed a little pale, and under the midday sun, he looked like a red and white torch approaching.

"Slytherin cheating with poison is too despicable."

Hagrid strode onto the dueling arena, and Aileen subconsciously manipulated her broom to float up a lot.

"Well, I wasn't planning on getting involved in this at first - who knew they would play dirty, I can't stand that."

Hagrid looked at Aileen, whose head was floating at the same level as his, frowned, and his rough voice was as loud as thunder. Even without magical blessing, Hagrid's voice was still clearly heard around the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, and after Aileen's magic light screen broadcast, it even produced a duet like an echo in the valley.

"Everyone is dueling, poisoning is really too much, and doesn't this really count as cheating? Can poisoning...be considered magic?!"

Accompanied by Hagrid's signature voice "broadcast" from the magic light screens around the stands, the faces of the three Slytherin potions masters turned cold at the same time.

In contrast, Professor McGonagall's originally pursed lips relaxed.

Although she didn't know who came up with the countermeasures in such a short time, with Hagrid's appearance, Gryffindor completed the counter-kill in an instant.

Regardless of Hagrid's magical dueling skills, at least common toxins could hardly cause him any trouble.

When the seventh-year and first-year students were wiped out by poisonous mushroom soup, Hagrid ate a dozen poisonous mushrooms alone, but he was the healthiest of all the "victims."

Apart from being slightly dizzy and his face flushed for a while, his performance was no different from a hangover, and he jumped up and down after sleeping for half an hour - precisely because of this, Professor Sprout specifically marked a lot of "toxic" knowledge points in red in Hagrid's herbology tutoring, so as not to let this big guy answer questions randomly based on "common sense."

"Potions are certainly a type of magic, just as magical fireworks are also an aspect of magic..."

Aileen shrugged, not getting too entangled in this question. Gryffindor's response was not in violation of any rules.

As a fair and just head referee, she would naturally not damage her reputation specifically to promote potions.

What's more, Rubeus Hagrid's addition would undoubtedly add more entertainment to the match.

"In short, Mr. Hagrid, you can come on stage."

Aileen's gaze swept over the pink umbrella in Hagrid's hand, and she raised an eyebrow with interest.

"I heard that Mr. Ollivander helped you repair your wand, I hope you can use it well today..."

Since the Ministry of Magic withdrew all the verdicts against Hagrid, Ollivander's Wand Shop received a new order - to repair and create a new wand for Hagrid.

In Mr. Ollivander's initial thoughts, he originally wanted to re-select a wand for Hagrid, but Rubeus Hagrid refused Mr. Ollivander's proposal.

He hoped to repair the wand that had been broken, the one his father accompanied him to choose, his original wand... This request was originally technically difficult, but at the request of the largest shareholder of Ollivander's Wand Shop, combined with the alchemical progress of the Destiny Group, he finally created a somewhat special "wand-type" magical device.

Of course, all these things were done without Hagrid's knowledge, and even Dumbledore didn't know too many details.

For Rubeus Hagrid, he simply walked into the wand shop, handed over his old wand, and received a brand-new umbrella wand a few days later.

"Oh, of course, I've said it before - my grades in school were really not bad."

Hagrid glanced at Aileen not far away, grinned, and his small beetle-like eyes were full of smiles.

"Don't worry, I know how to go easy, and I will definitely not cause trouble for our head referee - "

Although Aileen, this troublesome little witch, gave him a lot of homework, and also dragged a bunch of little witches to supervise his study...

She even instigated the professors to expand a terrible study in his hunting lodge, specially used for doing homework and reading, as if she was the most demanding academic devil.

But Hagrid, in addition to complaining, was more moved and at a loss for gratitude - as one of Dumbledore's most trusted wizards, he was fortunate to know a lot of inside information.

Whether it was the basilisk, Peter Pettigrew... Aileen's figure was behind most of the important events that allowed him to clear his name.

More importantly, unlike most professors and students, Hagrid also knew a secret about Aileen.

In a sense, Aileen was the same type of person as him: a half-blood wizard.

"Well, you can try opening the umbrella when casting..."

Aileen shrugged noncommittally and gave Hagrid a meaningful look.

Without continuing to chat, she gently patted the broom under her short skirt and floated lightly to the very top of the dueling arena, like a feather.

"The second match of the tag team duel, ready to begin!"

"Ten—"

"Nine—"

…………

"Open the umbrella when casting...?"

Rubeus Hagrid frowned, thoughtfully looking at the somewhat heavy new wand in his hand.

In the past few decades, he often secretly used the wand hidden in his umbrella to cast spells, such as turning a pig's tail or lighting a fire.

Similarly, since this "umbrella wand" came back, he still used the same casting method as before - directly waving the umbrella as a large wand.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the new wand even surpassed his state when he was studying at Hogwarts in terms of casting fluency and stability.

With the help of this new "wand," he stumbled through the Hogwarts fifth-year "leveling assessment," and even Professor Flitwick was a little surprised.

However, speaking of which, he really hadn't tried to cast a spell with the umbrella open.

If he opened the umbrella... wouldn't he not be able to see anything?

"Three—"

"Two—"

"One! Begin!"

Just as Hagrid was still pondering the meaning of Aileen's words, the magical countdown in the sky gradually reached zero.

Before he could look up at the front, two bottles of potion reagent fell at his feet.

Bang—

The dark green potion poisonous fog instantly enveloped Hagrid... 's chest.

Then, an ominous grayish-white color quickly spread upward along the ankles of this half-giant.

"Success! Professor Snape's potion is still effective!"

At the other end of the dark green poisonous fog, the two Slytherin students exchanged a surprised look.

Even if the opponent was Hagrid, who looked like a giant, the two Slytherin little wizards did not intend to give up.

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In the magical world, being large does not necessarily mean being strong. Wizards have too much magic to solve those behemoths - although the hypothetical enemy temporarily became Hagrid, in the eyes of most Slytherin little wizards, their chances of winning were still not small: even if Hagrid had a way to be immune to toxins, in the face of magic attacks, his huge body would instead become the biggest burden.

"Don't give him a chance to breathe, spells! Quickly take advantage of the gap when he is controlled, and end the battle in one go!"

Not far away on the stands, the Slytherin prefect commanded loudly, wishing he could appear on the field below.

The Gryffindor side was anxious.

In fact, no little wizard had ever seen Mr. Hagrid fight.

In the eyes of many people, Percy Weasley's temporary replacement was more of a protective defense.

The thick-skinned Hagrid was already like this, if replaced by other ordinary students, they would obviously suffer a great deal in the face of Slytherin's despicable "poisoning" tactics.

"Stupefy!"

"Stupefy!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

In a haze of various colorful potion fumes, the two Slytherin little wizards used spells alternately.

Rubeus Hagrid's figure was too easy to identify. Even if four or five kinds of potion poisonous fog completely covered him, that shadow could still be vaguely recognized.

Compared with the little wizards who had undergone secret training in fast casting, Hagrid's clumsiness and slowness, who was still under the "old era" education system, were too obvious.

He didn't even have time to release the first spell, and three or four spells hit him through the dense potion poisonous fog. Perhaps the casting speed of these two Slytherin students could not be compared with the few lower grades who had appeared earlier, but when facing the slow-moving Rubeus Hagrid, the gap under the result of that cross-generational education was still overwhelmingly demonstrated.

Not to mention, that kind of magical firepower suppression, like a concerto, shocked every student parent watching the game.

"...Such a fast casting speed."

"These Hogwarts kids seem to be much better than we were back then."

"I heard that the content taught in school has changed a lot now?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore is still different after all."

This time, the student parents on the surrounding stands finally had time to discuss and observe.

The burly Hagrid was like an excellent target, standing there and enduring a barrage of spells from the front.

Although they were not very willing to admit it, many people knew in their hearts that if they were in the dueling arena below, the final result might be the same defeat without any resistance.

"Whew..."

At the same time, in the professors' viewing area.

Horace Slughorn glanced at the black shadow that was frozen in place below and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why hasn't Miss Kaslana announced the end of the match yet? Well, those little guys are really not gentle enough - "

He tapped the pipe in his hand, turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, who had a serious expression, cleared his throat, and asked tentatively.

"Do you think we should intervene a little? Mr. Hagrid may have fainted, but because he is in the poisonous fog, we can't see it for the time being. For safety reasons, I suggest that you temporarily announce the end..."

"Oh? Sorry - I don't think so."

Before Professor Slughorn could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall's tightly pursed lips suddenly relaxed.

On the other side, the Gryffindor side not far away also erupted into cheers.

"Hmm?"

Professor Slughorn was stunned, and his eyes quickly moved to the dueling arena.

In a dense, seemingly dangerous poisonous fog, the huge black shadow that was frozen in place slowly moved.

Those seemingly fierce magic attacks had no effect on that huge figure, as if they were just a performance with light effects.

If you only looked at the actual results, it was even more like a fake match than the single match in the second game just now.

This...

Magic immunity?

This is too outrageous!

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Yay!