"Philosopher's Stone?"
Kael raised an eyebrow, looking very interested.
"Is it the one made by Mr. Nicolas Flamel... Is Hogwarts really hiding such a gem?"
"Don't ask, Kael. I won't tell you anything." Hagrid said solemnly: "This belongs to the top secret, not something you young wizards should know."
"A secret..."
Kael shrugged indifferently and said, "If that's the case, I won't ask."
Hagrid was suddenly stunned, not expecting Kael to give up so easily. Harry had pestered him with questions for a long time earlier.
The two chatted for a while, and Kael seemed genuinely uninterested in the Philosopher's Stone, never bringing it up again.
Hagrid suddenly sighed and absentmindedly said, "Honestly, if Harry were more like you."
"Potter? What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing, nothing..." Hagrid quickly shook his head and said, "I mean he just came by."
"That's a good thing, Hagrid." Kael said with a smile, "It shows he cares about you."
"Yeah..." Hagrid nodded.
Being cared for felt nice, but if Harry could be less curious and stop asking about Fluffy and the Philosopher's Stone every time he saw him, that would be even better.
"By the way, when did Potter come by?" Kael asked.
"About an hour ago." Hagrid thought for a moment and said, "They only had one class this morning, so they came early."
"They?"
"Hermione and Ron as well." Hagrid said: "The three have been spending a lot of time together lately."
Saying this, Hagrid stood up, stirred the pot with a spoon a few times, then tasted it.
This made Kael's stomach turn, and he forced himself to endure the discomfort and said, "By the way, Hagrid, has anything strange happened in the Forbidden Forest lately?"
"Forbidden Forest?"
Hagrid held the spoon, thought for a moment, and shook his head.
"I don't know. Due to Fluffy's situation, I haven't been in there lately.
Why are you asking?"
"It's nothing, just suddenly thought about it." Kael said: "The person who used Dark Magic on Fluffy clearly had an intention, but after alerting Professor Dumbledore, they probably can't touch Fluffy anymore, so I'm worried they might target the Forbidden Forest instead."
"So you're saying they might target the fantastic beasts in the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid jumped in fright, and the spoon in his hand clattered onto the ground.
"It's just a guess."
Kael maintained a steady expression and said: "After all, there are many dangerous fantastic beasts in the Forbidden Forest – werewolves, eight-eyed giant spiders, or unicorns..."
"If they suddenly go berserk and come out of the Forbidden Forest, it would still greatly affect Hogwarts."
Hagrid picked up the spoon from the ground and paced back and forth, finally saying in a serious tone: "You're right, I'll go take a look in the Forbidden Forest later."
"Stay safe." Kael reminded: "The wizard who used Dark Magic on Fluffy might be as strong as a professor, so when you go to the Forbidden Forest, you must be cautious."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Hagrid instinctively touched his delicate pink umbrella, walked to the rack in front of the house, and picked up a stone bow hanging there, making a few gestures with it.
In the Forbidden Forest, this thing worked much better than magic.
"But Kael, you were wrong about one thing."
Hagrid put the stone bow back on the rack and said with a laugh: "Unicorns are not dangerous. They're pure and gentle fantastic beasts, and although their attack capabilities are limited, even if they go berserk, it's hard to harm anyone.
Just be careful not to get poked by their horn."
"That's debatable." Kael rebutted: "Don't forget Professor Kettleburn. He went to St. Mungo's last summer after being gored by a unicorn..."
"Ah..." Hagrid was momentarily at a loss for words.
He wanted to say Professor Kettleburn was an exception because any normal person wouldn't try to hug a unicorn's head when it's angry.
According to Professor Kettleburn, he was comforting the unicorn, trying to calm it down.
This reasoning was still puzzling to Hagrid.
Whether the unicorn calmed down, Hagrid didn't know, but Professor Kettleburn was quite calm while being treated... He was unconscious.
"Furthermore... A unicorn's means of attack aren't limited to its horn." Kael continued: "Don't forget its blood is equally deadly. If it suddenly explodes in a crowded area and splashes on people,.
it doesn't even need to be consumed; just touching the lips is enough... That curse is very hard to remove."
"Huh?" Hagrid was flustered again.
This suggestion was far more outrageous than Professor Kettleburn's impalement.
A unicorn exploding... How could that be possible?
"Don't forget Fluffy, Hagrid."
Kael said with a serious face: "They even dared to go after such an adorable three-headed dog, let alone a unicorn."
"Ah... Right, you're making a good point."
Hagrid's expression became serious and meaningful as he nodded and said: "I will keep an eye on those unicorns. Fortunately, I know where they often hang around."
Kael stayed a little longer before bidding Hagrid farewell and returning to the castle.
The main reason was that the scent from the pot was getting more pervasive. Kael feared that if he stayed longer, he might regurgitate his lunch.
The afternoon class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
When Professor Quirrell entered the classroom, everyone noticed a bandage wrapped around his arm.
"Professor, are you hurt?" someone asked.
"Just a... small injury," Professor Quirrell stammered: "Watching the Quidditch match... someone knocked me off the stand, and I broke my arm..."
"But Professor, that was days ago, wasn't it?" another student mentioned: "Last year during Flying Class, I broke my arm and went to the Hospital Wing, and Madam Pomfrey fixed it in a second."
"It's different..." Professor Quirrell blushed and said: "I was... cursed by a vampire... hard to recover from..."
"But Professor, didn't you say last time that a vampire's curse only makes you afraid of the wind?"
"Maybe... I forgot to mention..."
Professor Quirrell seemed unwilling to discuss further. He ignored the questions from other young wizards and forcibly shifted the topic to the class.
Today's lesson was on identifying and dealing with Red Caps.
These pesky creatures resemble goblins, and can be found wherever there's bloodshed, typically lurking in castle dungeons and battlefield trenches to ambush those who get lost.
However, Professor Quirrell seemed unable to find a Red Cap, substituting with a large lizard instead.
The lizard was an old performer in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, having played the Hinkypunk last time; it could be considered a teaching assistant.
"Let's assume... this is a Red Cap..."
Professor Quirrell held the lizard on his shoulder, nervously reading from the book.