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"Oh dear oh dear." Hagrid was tugging at his beard with one hand and scratching the ears of his huge boarhound Fang with the other. Neither gesture seemed to comfort him very much.
His guest shifted in his chair, put down the mug of tea and looked over his half-moon spectacles at Hagrid. "Is there any chance that this is all a misunderstanding?" "Misun'erstandin'? It's a DISASTER!" Hagrid took a long drink of something considerably stronger than tea. "Beggin' yer pardon, Headmaster. I know yer don' like me ter be drinkin' on the groun's." "It's understandable under the circumstances, Hagrid. Has he done anything more than talk to her yesterday in the greenhouse?"
"But talk's bad enough, innit? With her husban' an' chil' right here an' all." Hagrid took another long drink. "Hagrid, I said that your drinking was understandable. However, drinking that much is not a very good idea. It certainly won't help the situation. Leave it to me and I'll sort it out in a day or two at the most. I quite agree that we can't let this go on."
Dumbledore walked back to the castle, thinking about the irony; that, although he loved the giant like a second father, he couldn't tell Hagrid exactly why Snape's behavior couldn't go on. There were the obvious reasons, of course, including the row the Governors would make if they got wind of this. They would accuse Dumbledore of letting it happen and setting a bad example for the students. Lucius Malfoy would see to that. But that wasn't the only reason.
Dumbledore had no way of knowing, when he stopped by Hagrid's hut, how much the giant had already drunk that day. It was enough that, after another quart and half an hour, Hagrid rose and marched unsteadily toward Hogwarts.
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VERY interesting chapter.
"Oh dear oh dear." Hagrid was tugging at his beard with one hand and scratching the ears of his huge boarhound Fang with the other. Neither gesture seemed to comfort him very much.
His guest shifted in his chair, put down the mug of tea and looked over his half-moon spectacles at Hagrid. "Is there any chance that this is all a misunderstanding?" "Misun'erstandin'? It's a DISASTER!" Hagrid took a long drink of something considerably stronger than tea. "Beggin' yer pardon, Headmaster. I know yer don' like me ter be drinkin' on the groun's." "It's understandable under the circumstances, Hagrid. Has he done anything more than talk to her yesterday in the greenhouse?"
"But talk's bad enough, innit? With her husban' an' chil' right here an' all." Hagrid took another long drink. "Hagrid, I said that your drinking was understandable. However, drinking that much is not a very good idea. It certainly won't help the situation. Leave it to me and I'll sort it out in a day or two at the most. I quite agree that we can't let this go on."
Dumbledore walked back to the castle, thinking about the irony; that, although he loved the giant like a second father, he couldn't tell Hagrid exactly why Snape's behavior couldn't go on. There were the obvious reasons, of course, including the row the Governors would make if they got wind of this. They would accuse Dumbledore of letting it happen and setting a bad example for the students. Lucius Malfoy would see to that. But that wasn't the only reason.
Dumbledore had no way of knowing, when he stopped by Hagrid's hut, how much the giant had already drunk that day. It was enough that, after another quart and half an hour, Hagrid rose and marched unsteadily toward Hogwarts.
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