Taking On The Magical World 81 Chapter 80: Discord Between Man & Beas

Hagrid spoke up in his usual large bellowing voice and said to me, "Come on now, have a seat while I finished up with these small little tasks." He finished with as he pulled back one of the chairs for the round wooden dining table, and then he patted the chair he pulled back, clearly gesturing for me to sit down on this one.

I nodded my head to him in a motion that conveying my thanks and approval, then I walked over to the table and sat down on the chair Hagrid pulled out for me. Hagrid went away and left me to my own devices as he did, with nothing to pa.s.s the time I started to smooth out the wrinkles that I noticed on my robe, but after a while at that, it started to become quite boring.
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I started to gaze around the place, but I have looked upon this place dozens of times already thanks to the consistent visits I make on the weekends to collect my magical ingredients from Hagrid. But with nothing else to occupy my attention except toodling with my fingers, I decided that there must be something new in the hut or that I just missed last time.

I looked around in boredom, my eyes landed upon the small bundle Hagrid was carrying around with him when I first saw him, I must have forgotten all about it in my ill temper mood, I thought. Hagrid had placed the bundle on the round side table next to the dark brown leather chair, now that my mind was clear and turned away from the blood boil mood, I was now able to put 100% of my attention towards the bundle now and its mystery.

Hagrid went on to through the archway and into the next section of the hut, seeing that the coast is clear now. I got up from my chair and started to walk towards this mysterious bundle, so that I could have a closer look at it, since I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I should know who or what, for that matter, is in that heap of blankets. And it does sort of look very familiar to me, now that I have had a closer look at for the second time up close and personal.

Just as I was standing right over the bundle on top of the round side table, I reached out my arm to pull over the sheets covering my mystery, I hear a loud bark. Must be from Fang I presumed to myself, as that thought flashed through my mind and left as quickly as it had come. Taking absolutely no head of the bark Fang let loose, which I later learn was a warning, I continued on head long with my goal, trying to figure out and solve this enigma that is no seriously plaguing my mind.

My hand was outstretched and in reach of the bundle, I was nearly about to unroll the blankets and be in full sight of whatever was hidden for me, then I heard Fang once again and I paused. Because this time, he sounded very menacing, instead of the bark that he made, this time he let loose a low threatening growl that sounded like "Grr!" Not the type of sound you want to hear at all from a creature that has a complete set of gleaming, sharp, rows of teeth and some drool falling to the ground.

I stepped back once unconsciously and looked over at the dog, up and down, not once or twice but three times. What is wrong with this little mug today, I mused to myself, I am 100% sure that this little pup is nothing more than a big old coward, but today it is like somebody instilled into him a great big dosage of courage and gut. Curse that person, I reflected in my head, they are giving me nothing but trouble!

I thought about testing and trying out the dog's patience and its will to commit to whatever goal it has set out for itself, but I am not a fool at all, and I am not going to put myself in danger when I do not know the full story.

I looked at the dog once more, and swear to get back for the insolence, but first I have to ask Hagrid what is going on with his dog today. And while I am at, it might be much more easier if I just went up to and asked Hagrid who or what is underneath all those blankets, on the round table.

The young wizard with the golden blonde hair, walked back slowly from the round table with the bundle laid, all the while keeping a careful eye out, on the accursed black dog. The young wizard walked all the back to the chair Hagrid had pulled out for and sat down while never taking an off the Neapolitan Mastiff, and waited for Hagrid to come back.

The dog nodded its head to itself when it saw that I backed down, it too sat down, upon all four paws, and I swear I think I saw the black dog shake its head to itself smugly when I sat on my chair. Before I could act upon this rudeness that I just witnessed, Hagrid had come back from completing his ch.o.r.es in the side hut.

It seems like it did not take long for Hagrid to be done with the other section of the hut, since it only took as long as our confrontation had taken to a come to a close. Hagrid walked into the main hut from the side hut and looked at me and his dog with his eyebrow raised in surprise and confusion, since you could feel the discord on the tip of your fingers in the room, between the dog and me.