Chapter 187: After All, He Is a Slytherin
Kyle and Kanna were making their way toward the castle when they spotted Hagrid carrying a fir tree through the grounds.
"Finished with class?" Hagrid called out with a smile, poking his head out from between the branches. "Go on, have a look in the Great Hall—it's a real treat this year."
"No rush," Kyle replied, walking up to examine the tree. "Are there more? We can help carry some in if you'd like."
"Thanks, but this one's the last," Hagrid winked at Kyle. "And I didn't forget Christmas this year."
"Forget Christmas?" Kanna asked, confused. "How could you forget Christmas? Last year, the hall looked amazing—I saw twelve Christmas trees, just like the one you're holding."
"Well, yes... for some reason... that was, uh, a bit of a blunder on my part," Hagrid stammered. "But, thanks to Kyle here, we got it all sorted in the end."
Losing his memory was an embarrassing story that Hagrid preferred to keep under wraps, so he mumbled an excuse and quickly changed the subject. Fortunately, Kanna didn't press him for details.
As the three of them continued toward the castle, they suddenly stopped when voices called out ahead. It was Harry and Ron.
"Hey, Hagrid! Need any help?" Ron asked.
"Where're you taking that massive tree?" Harry added.
"No, no, I've got it, thanks," Hagrid answered, poking his head out between the branches. But just then, a slow, sneering voice sounded from behind them.