CHAPTER FOUR
❛Hagrid, the half giant❜

❝WITCH?!❞

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Harley raised a brow, the burning passion of violence burning in her. She clapped her hands, with a grin up her rose lip sticks.

They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake. "Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly. There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands - now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.

Ophelia's eyes widened at the object in Vernon's hand. Was not this dangerous?

"That man should be in a Mental Hospital!" Lois hissed.

"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you I'm armed!" There was a pause. Then SMASH! The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor. A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.

Bruce raised a brow, a slight glint in his eyes. He recognized that giant. Everyone did but only one shouted it out.

"That the giant!" Jon grinned, pointing at the huge black T.V with an unmatched enthusiasm. He even started to squealed
which made Damien winced with huge annoyance.

Noticing Damien's discomfort, Ophelia frowned and glared at Jon's lips. Out of the blue, a tap was glued to his lips.

"─hmfpp!!" Jon's eyes widened yet no one made a move to take the tape off.

Damian pressed his palm over his mouth, hiding a small smirk.

The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all. "Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..." He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.

"Tsk. all bark and no bite, stupid brat." Harley crossed her arms.

"Budge up, yeh great lump," said the stranger. Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.

Ophelia could not believe her eyes. Those were the people who made her life hell. A trio of cowards. Disbelief, was all she felt at the moment.

"An' here's Ophelia!" said the giant. Ophelia looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got yet mom's eyes." Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.

"Thats good to know?" Ophelia mumbled.

"I demand that you leave at once, sir!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"

"In a─what do we even call that?"

"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room. Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

"Anyway, Ophelia," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here - I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right." From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Ophelia opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Ophelia written on it in green icing. Her first birthday cake.

"Your first─" Jason clenched his fist. At this point, the Dursley was worse than any villain they ever met. Fucking hell, Jason wanted to smash something. Not because the girl was damn unfortunate enough to be his soulmate─no─its just a child that is being mistreated, starved, abused and is unloved. Any person will feel angry at seeing how those pigs of a family treated Ophelia Potter.

Ophelia looked up at the giant. She meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to her mouth, and what she said instead was, "Who are you?" The giant chuckled.

"Thats a normal reaction." Lois soothed the girl.

"True, I haven't introduced myself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and
Grounds at Hogwarts." He held out an enormous hand and shook Ophelia's whole arm.

"Hogwarts─i heard that somewhere." Bruce mused. His eyes went to a smiling Alfred.

"What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind." His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip bags in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn't see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Ophelia felt the warmth wash over her as though she'd sunk into a hot bath.

"Holy moly─magic!" Jon squealed. "Did you see Damian?" He asked eagerly to the emerald boy he self proclaimed as his best friend.

Damian would never understand how a simple thing could excited Jon so much when the boy himself has super powers and where was the tape? It need to stay on Jon's mouth.

"I am not even going to ask how." Duke said, disbelief written all over his face with a cheerful Dick behind him. Its was like a older version of Jonathan Kent.

The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and
began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."

The giant chuckled darkly. "Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."

Stephanie laughed out loud. "Oh my god! I like him!"

"I mean, he is right." Barbara grinned.

"Girls." Selina said trying to act nonchalant like Bruce but she snorted and end up laughing as well.

He passed the sausages to Ophelia, who was so hungry she had never tasted anything so wonderful, but she still couldn't take her eyes off the giant.

Suddenly sausages appeared on Ophelia's laps. She tilted her head, taking a piece in her mouth and her eyes sparkle. "Yummy."

Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, she said, "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are." The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts, yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course. "Er-no," said Ophelia. Hagrid looked shocked.

"Sorry," Ophelia said quickly.

"Stop apologising." Damian said.

Ophelia was far too interest in her sausages to have even heard him.

"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. "It's them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?" "All what?" asked Ophelia.

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!" He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall. "Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this girl- this girl! Knows nothin' abou' about ANYTHING?"

Ophelia looked up offend. "I am very smart!" When she realizing that everyone were looking at her because of her sudden ourburst, her cheeks redden.

"Cute." Harley mused.

Ophelia thought this was going a bit far. She had been to school, after all, and her marks were alwats straight A+. "I know some things," she said. "I can, you know, do math, science and I know Art."

"Impressive." Lois smiled, praising her like a mother would. Ophelia beamed.

But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world."

"Oh please no─"

"What world?" Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode. "DURSLEY!" he boomed.

"Kill them!"

"Off with their heads!"

Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Ophelia. "But yeh must know about yet mom and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."

"For making a dangerous man disappeared."

"What? M-my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?" "Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Ophelia with a bewildered stare. "Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally.

Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice. "Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sit! I forbid you to tell the girl anything!" A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.

"You never told her? Never told her what was in the letter Dumbledore
left fer her? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from her all these years?"

"The man is seething." Barbara pointed out.

"So are we."

"Kept what from me?" said Ophelia unsurely.

"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.

"S9o they do know." Bruce tsked.

"Know what?" Harley whined. "I am the onky clueless one here?"

"Its called being stupid." Damian snorted. "Jon shared that with you."

"Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Ophelia- yet a witch." There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

"WITCH?!"

"What? You guys find this out now?" Tin asked lazily.

Stephanie's eyes twitched. "You knew?"

"How many humans do you know that can turn into a cat or fly on a flying motorcycle?" Tim taunted.

"Asholle."

"Language."

"Now, that's not very nice." Ophelia frowned.

Ophelia blushed. Well the Ophelia was right though. Being called a witch is not nice.

"Not a witch-witch, ya r'eal Witch! o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter." Ophelia stretched out her hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Miss. O. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on- the-Rock, The Sea. She pulled out the letter and read:

"Why is his wordv like that?" Damian exclaimed with annoyance.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,

"So thats where I heard it!" Bruce sat up straight. "What do you mean?" Selina looked at her husband.

"Well I know witches and wizards exist. I just never unknowledge it. I heard the name Hogwards somewhere. I also know that there is another school for magical folks somewhere in France." The others listened attentively.

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

"Its the cat-woman." Jon oointed out.

Selina founs it silly. She was Catwoman.

Questions exploded inside Ophelia's head like fireworks and she couldn't decide which to ask first. After a few minutes she stammered, "What does it mean, they await my owl?" "Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl - a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl - a long quill, and a roll of parchment.

With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Ophelia could
read upside down: Dear Professor Dumbledore, Given Ophelia his letter.
Taking her to buy her things tomorrow. Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well. Hagrid.

Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone. Ophelia realized her mouth was open and closed it quickly. "Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight. "She's not going," he said.

Ophelia was surprised. They don't want me with them and they don't want me to leave neither. Her jaw clenched. Its very hypocritical of them.

Hagrid grunted. "I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," he said.

"A what?" said Ophelia, interested. "A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call nonmagic folk like thern. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on."

"Oh." Harley was relieved that she was given the meaning.

"Am I a muggle?" Jon asked cluelessly.

"We swore when we took her in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said Uncle Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of her! Wizard indeed!" "You knew?" said Ophelia. "You knew I'm a witch"

"Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course! We knew! could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!" She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.

"Jealousy is a dangerous thing." Lois said. "Its eats you from the inside out and make you a bitter person."

Ophelia look at her fingers.  She was usually jealous of Dudley. Who would not? Specially in her living condition. No love. No parents. No money. No attention. She had only animals for herself.

"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"

Blown up. It made Ophelia so angry. Fortunately Thanatos canceled any ways for her or the meta humans to use any abilities and magics.

Ophelia had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said, "Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!" Her eyes burning a darker and brighter color than emerald green. "You lied to me!" She hissed angrily, the fire that Hagrid created died out. Luckily Hagrid quickly lighted it up once again.

"Damn." Tim said, looking at the screen.

"Like damn!"

"She is quiet powerful fir her age." Bruce whispered. Dark brown hair. Dark green eyes. Dark past with trauma most probably. No parents. And a witch.

Adoption paper.

"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Ophelia Potter not knowin' her own story when every kid in our world knows her name!" "But why? What happened?" Ophelia asked urgently.

"Well you must be a super star in the other world." Ivy told little Ophelia.

The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious. "I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know. Ah, Ophelia, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh - but someones gotta - yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'." He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.

"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh - mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it...." He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins, I suppose, with - with a person called - but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows -" "Who?"

"Well I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does." "Why not?"

"She is very curious." Duke mumbled with a smile.

"Gulpin' gargoyles, Ophelia, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..." Hagrid gulped, but no words came out. "Could you write it down?" Ophelia suggested.

"Na can't spell it. All'ight Voldemort."
Hagrid shuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too, some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days, Ophelia. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him - an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know- Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway."

"I can't take the name seriously─" Tim grinned. How could someone be scared of such ridiculous name but them again names have powers.

"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know- Who never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side."

"Loyal and noble." Ophelia's eyes sparkled as she get to know more about her parents.

"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' - an' -" Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn.

"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad -- knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find - anyway..." "You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing - he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Ophelia. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."

Her smile faded away. She wants to ask why. Why did they come for her family?
There must be a stronger reason behind that.

Clark was going to have an headache.
Too damn similar.

Something very painful was going on in Ophelia's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, she saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than she had ever remembered it before and she remembered something else, for the first time in her life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.

"Holy mother─!!" Jason freaked out. "What was that ugly high laugh!?"

"The color." Damian said firmly. "Its the same as your eyes." He turned to look at Ophelia whose eyes shine as bright as the one on the T.V.

Hagrid was watching her sadly. "Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..." "Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Ophelia jumped; she had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.

"Now, you listen here, girl," he snarled, "I accept there's something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion - asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types - just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end-"

Probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured.

"Let me kill that motherfucker."

"I am in!" Harley lifed up her bat.

But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley -I'm warning you - one more word... " In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent.

"Coward!"

"Scaredy cat." Cassandra signed.

"That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor. Ophelia, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them. "But what happened to Vol-, sorry, I mean, You-Know-Who?"

"Good question Ophelia, Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see...he was gettin' more an' more powerful - why'd he go?" "Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don reckon they could've done if he was comin' back."

"That a dark story. Its is clear that the man named Voldemort is a dangerous person." Selina exclained.

Thanatos nodded, his eyes twiching. A pest that cheated death. I will make him pay for a million of lifetimes. He thought to hinself.

"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Ophelia, There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on - I dunno what it was, no one does - but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."

Hagrid looked at Ophelia with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Ophelia, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A witch? Her? How could she possibly be? She'd spent her life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if she was really a witch, why hadn't they been turned into warty toads every time they'd tried to lock her in his cupboard? If she'd once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick her around like a football?

Ophelia looked down. It was true. If she was a witch then she can protect herself no?

Damian sighed and pinched Ophelia's cheek. "Stop thinking. You are being loud."

"Hagrid," she said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a witch." To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled. "Not a witch, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"

Ophelia looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it... every odd thing that had ever made her aunt and uncle furious with her had happened when she, Ophelia, had been upset or angry .. chased by Dudley's gang, she had somehow found herself out of their reach dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, she'd managed to make it grow back... and the very last time Dudley had hit her, hadn't she got his revenge, without even realizing she was doing it? Hadn't she set a boa constrictor on him? And the fire that just died out.

"That actually so cool!!"

"I have to agree." Damian mused half heartly.

Ophelia looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at her. "See?" said Hagrid. "Ophelia Potter, not a witch - you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts." But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight. "Haven't I told you she's not going?" he hissed. "She's going to Stonewall High and she'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and she needs
all sorts of rubbish - spell books and wands and-"

"Oh. My. God. Shut the fuck up!" Harley felt like riping the man's eyes right out. Once she had that pig in her hands, he is going to cried for death.

Whom will surely help her instead.

"If she wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop her," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter's daughter goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. Her name's been down ever since she was born. She's off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and she won't know herself. She'll be with youngsters of her own sort, fer a change, an' she'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled--"

"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM
MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon.

"I have a bad feeling─" Said Richard Grayson or known as Dick.

But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "INSULT- ALBUS- DUMBLEDORE - IN - FRONT- OF- ME!" He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley - there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Ophelia saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.

The room was once again full of laughter. The image of the brat being turned as a pig by Hagrid made them happy.

Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other
room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door
behind them. Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard. "Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do."

"Can we have him?" Jason grinned.

"No." Bruse declined.

"Party popper."

He cast a sideways look at Ophelia under his bushy eyebrows. "Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he said. "I'm - er - not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff - one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job."

"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Ophelia.

"I supose it case normal person like us could find out and use it against the magical folk." Lois said.

"Oh, well - I was at Hogwarts meself but I - er-got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as game keeper. Great man, Dumbledore."

"Why were you expelled?" "It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."

"Change of subject. Suspicious." Bruce pointed out.

He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Ophelia. "You can kip under that," he said. "Don' mind if it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."