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Hagrid didn't just "know" James; he literally remembered this lawless bad boy.

Even his little puppy remembered James's footsteps, and would bark irritably and restlessly whenever he approached.

But for some reason, James Porter seems to possess a kind of magic that Edmund could neither see nor understand.

Or perhaps, charm?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Anyway, according to James himself, Hagrid's expression was not so bad when he went to bother him for the third time; when he went to see him for the fifth time, "the big guy" even brought out the giants' special delicacies to entertain him.

"...What?" Edmund asked in surprise.

"Dumbledore actually allowed him to eat human flesh?"

James seemed to hesitate between punching Edmund and bursting into laughter, but Edmund quickly walked away from him.

"I really can't stand this kind of dry humor from you Germans..." James said weakly.

"And giants don't eat human flesh, um... they don't, right?"

He hesitated for a moment before telling Edmund:

The specialty he described was a dark, sweet biscuit with unparalleled deliciousness and a unique texture.

Edmund was very skeptical of this.

"Tell me more about Mr. Hagrid," he enticed. "I'm very curious about him and want to know what kind of person he is."

James didn't take it seriously and was completely unaware that he had been tricked into revealing information.

In his description, Hagrid, the keykeeper of Hogwarts, was as wide as five Professors Slughorn and as tall as two Professors McGonagall stacked together.

He had strong arms, a steady gait, and a dignified appearance. His eyes, which seemed small on his face, were as black and bright as a beetle's.

"I heard he and Dumbledore are on very good terms," ​​James said, his tone beaming.

"I think he might be a magic agent—you know what an agent is?—Mary McDonald from our academy told me that only agents need such a thick beard because they have to conceal their identity at all times and carry out secret missions."

Edmund nodded perfunctorily. He thought to himself that these girls were even trying to tease him; it seemed James was indeed quite popular within the academy.

"But his personality... isn't as intimidating as his appearance. He's the Forbidden Forest Guardian, the Forbidden Forest, you know?"

James gestured, his eyes filled with longing.

"He's cool and down-to-earth! If that word weren't so disgusting, I'd say he's gentle, even a little bit..."

James swallowed the word "lonely," for some reason, even he knew it wasn't appropriate to say that to an adult.

"Anyway, I told him I'd bring a friend to visit him next time... and that friend is you, Edmund!"

Edmund nodded:

"He sounds like a good person."

Then he gave a fake smile.

"While I appreciate your introduction, James, this isn't quite right, is it?"

He chuckled strangely.

"How could you be so kind? With such a good thing happening, you think of me first instead of using it to make peace with your good buddy?"

This hit James right where it hurt.

The boy's face darkened, and his lips tightened.

James looked away, as if preparing to avoid the topic. But less than three seconds later, he forced himself to turn his head back:

"You talk too much."

Edmund chuckled, but when he spoke again, his tone was full of concern.

"That's because I know you, James. You're not that petty—so it seems the petty one is someone else!"

...Tsk.

Upon hearing this, James was visibly even more displeased. Even without brushing aside his bird's nest-like hair, Edmund could tell that his brows were furrowed.

"...He refuses to come."

That's a rather conservative estimate. It's not that Sirius refused to come.

He simply pretended not to hear, as if he couldn't see James. He completely ignored the other party's invitation for peace, leaving his good brother standing there.

James was furious and immediately went to invite Remus Lupin.

The tall boy caught in the middle was terrified. He made several excuses, both amused and exasperated, before finally declining James's "kind" invitation that disregarded the lives of others.

Lupin suspected that if he actually agreed to James's offer, he might one day be smothered to death with a pillow by Sirius Black because he stepped into the dormitory with his left foot first.

"..."

Edmund understood the underlying meaning and was speechless.

Having been subtly tricked by James, he was tempted to sow discord between the two.

But upon closer reflection, if these two really fall out, he might have to take in James, whom he feels is "birds of a feather" with;

They also have to deal with Sirius, who is usually silent but tries to kill anyone he does speak.

What kind of hell is this?

It's even worse than hell. In hell, he could still see old acquaintances. Prematurely detonating those two hidden bombs would not only bring no benefit, but would also deprive him of a lot of fun.

Although he seems to get along well with James, he doesn't actually have much interest in people like James.

As food, it doesn't taste good; as a battery, it's not powerful enough.

Edmund could already see the hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He took a deep breath and softened his voice.

"To be honest, since you've already sought peace, it's definitely his fault for still holding onto this petty resentment."

Hearing him say that, James was pleased for a second, but what he said was:

"I brought up old grievances too."

He hesitated.

"We...we've already argued once before. But I haven't let it go, and I've brought it up again..."

Edmund nodded perfunctorily, showing no interest in who was right or wrong between the two.

"Then it seems you're mostly in the wrong. Next time this happens," it definitely will. "Either you wait a while, clear your mind, and then talk to him again; or you don't say anything at all, so it doesn't seem like you're shirking responsibility and just blaming him."

After Edmund finished speaking earnestly, James nodded with difficulty.

He suddenly changed the subject, asking in a light and quick voice:

Are you satisfied?

James was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Edmund smirked and raised his voice:

"I'm asking that bastard who was squatting over there eavesdropping, secretly so angry he wanted to bite my throat open... Are you satisfied with what you heard?"

Sirius.

Seeing that he had put it this way, Sirius knew he couldn't hide it anymore.

A black-haired, gray-eyed boy emerged from the bushes in front of the cabin, his lips pressed tightly together.

The two Gryffindors gazed at each other, neither speaking first, yet both harbored a longing for reconciliation.

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Edmund ignored them and strode forward, knocking on the wooden door of the hunting lodge.