"That's right," Kael said. "Not only that, you also need to instruct the owl to take a big detour when sending the letters, creating an illusion of coming from different directions."
Hagrid was even more confused, completely unable to fathom Kael's purpose for doing this.
But Kael didn't explain, he just took out a thick stack of parchment and handed it over, saying, "These are the letters you need to send. Just write your name as the recipient."
Hagrid took the parchment and couldn't help but glance down.
Strangely, though these were all given to him by Kael, the handwriting in each letter was completely different.
Hagrid looked at the first letter, the handwriting on it was very scrawled.
"I'm very willing to accept your invitation, Albus. How about meeting at our usual spot, we can discuss that matter you mentioned in detail then."
"Is this a letter to Dumbledore?" Hagrid thought.
But isn't Kael right here at the school? If he wants to discuss something with Dumbledore, why not just go to the Headmaster's Office directly? Why go through the trouble of writing a letter?
Hagrid looked at the second letter.
The writing here was much neater, completely different from the first, like it was written by another person.
"Professor Dumbledore, I have forwarded your message to my uncle, and he expressed his full support for you.
Moreover, my friends and I share the same thoughts, we truly look forward to this Christmas vacation passing quickly."
Did Dumbledore have a new decision? How come he didn't know? Also, when did Kael get an uncle...never heard that Chris had a brother.
Hagrid continued to flip through, the handwriting changed again.
"You should have done this earlier, Albus, see you on the twentieth."
Is there any action planned for the twentieth?
The more Hagrid looked, the more bewildered he felt, a rush of puzzling thoughts flooded his mind.
Right now he felt like he was hit by a Forgetfulness Charm, remembering nothing at all.
"Don't look anymore Hagrid, I made all this up." Kael patted Hagrid's arm and said: "And they're not meant for you to see either."
Hagrid lifted his head, feeling inexplicably relieved.
"Are the letters meant for Professor Dumbledore?"
"Not really." Kael shook his head, "They're meant for those who wish to peek at the letters.
Hagrid, remember to pick an owl that's not too diligent when sending them, preferably one that drops the letter and runs at the first sign of danger."
"That's not easy." Hagrid said, "Owls are all diligent, at least I've never seen the situation you're talking about."
Realizing he couldn't guess Kael's intentions, Hagrid simply decided not to bother thinking about it... whatever Kael said, he'd just follow.
"It's okay, ask around, maybe there's one." Kael said.
The two discussed some more details, mainly Kael instructing Hagrid on what to do, until a faint burnt smell rose from the big pot nearby, causing Hagrid to swiftly put out the fire with soil.
"Kael, I need to go feed Grawp lunch now, shall we continue this afternoon?" Hagrid glanced towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest, "I'll make sure to return quickly."
"Grawp?" Kael raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you just say this was for Fluffy?"
Hagrid shut his mouth suddenly, looking at Kael in a panic.
"It's, it's for Fluffy yes." he stammered, "Grawp... is a new name I gave to its middle head."
"Oh, I see." Kael said nonchalantly, "I thought Grawp was a giant's name."
"Of course not..." Hagrid felt even more guilty, unconsciously clutching his coat, "How can there be giants in the Forbidden Forest, right."
"You're right." Kael smiled and said: "Then you go ahead, that's all for my matter.
"Oh by the way, also the most important thing, remember to choose encrypted mail when sending, let the post office put a small anti-Muggle charm on the letter, which requires a spell to open."
Kael took a handful of Galleons out of his pocket and handed them to Hagrid, "This is for the postal fee."
Hagrid instantly became unhappy.
"What are you doing." he said displeased, "Take it back, just sending letters, would I take your money?"
Kael wanted to say something, but Hagrid's face was growing increasingly sour.
"Alright then." Seeing he was starting to get angry, Kael could only shrug and put the Galleons back in his pocket.
"That's better." Hagrid then smiled and said: "I'll go to the Owl Post Office this afternoon, rest assured."
"No rush." Kael said, "Better to send two or three letters a day, don't send too many."
"No problem." Hagrid promptly agreed.
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