"Oh, why did you think to ask about that again?" Hagrid was a bit surprised.
"It's quite important," Harry nodded, "Do you know anything? Also about Sirius and Pettigrew."
"Hmm, well, about Professor Snape, I don't know much. You know, many people in Slytherin are very arrogant, of course, except for you two."
Draco curled his lips into a somewhat smug smile, as if saying, 'I'm not like those idiots.'
"But I heard it also has something to do with your mother," Hagrid said, dropping a bombshell.
Immediately, Draco and Hermione's gazes focused on Harry's face, their mouths wide open.
"This..."
Apparently, they had already imagined a grand drama.
"But about your father, and those other boys, I do know about that," Hagrid continued.
"At that time, your father and three other people, Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.
There were four of them in total. They were the star figures of Gryffindor, and they even had a nickname, the Marauders. Very impressive, right? Haha."
"Lupin?" Harry recalled the people who frequently appeared in the photos Hagrid had sent him.
A tall, thin person with a patched robe came to mind.
"Yes, that's him." Hagrid confirmed, then spoke of many interesting anecdotes about them.
For example, they would often run into these boys in the Forbidden Forest, or how James liked to pretend to fall into the water in the summer, actually wanting to be tossed into the air by the giant squid for a big dive.
But...
No, no! This wasn't what Harry wanted to know.
"Hagrid, do you know the story of my mom and dad?"
"Oh, I don't know about that." Hagrid shook his head, "I only know that they seemed to suddenly get together in their fifth or sixth year."
"Alright." Harry nodded helplessly. Just then, Norbert darted out of the forest and affectionately rubbed Harry's head.
He didn't ask any further questions; Hagrid clearly knew very little.
They didn't bid farewell to Norbert and Hagrid until close to afternoon classes.
On the way back, Draco was still heartbroken over Norbert's injuries.
Beside him, Hermione was talking to Harry.
"Harry, perhaps you should ask other Professors?" she suggested.
Harry shook his head, "No, Hermione, the Professors... they probably don't know much either.
Just like the Professors don't know how many pranks Fred and George have pulled."
"Alright." Hermione felt there was indeed some truth to that.
Suddenly, Harry had an idea, "We could ask familiar classmates' parents."
As he spoke, he first looked at Draco.
"Oh, I can't do that." Draco shook his head; his father was fed up with Harry.
"Right." Harry nodded, "Perhaps we can ask others, from Gryffindor. Ron's mom and dad won't work; their oldest child already graduated."
As he spoke, the three children walked back into the Castle, hurrying upstairs.
Around them, most were classmates rushing to class.
"That guy might know." Draco suddenly patted Harry, pursing his lips, motioning him to look at the stairs upstairs.
At this moment, Neville was coming down the stairs, accompanied by Seamus and Ron.
"The Longbottom family is considered a Wizarding family. His parents must have also studied at Hogwarts, and they might even have been in the same year as your mom and dad," Draco explained.
Harry nodded understandingly and quickly walked over to him.
"Neville!" he called out.
"Oh, Harry. Is something wrong?" Neville looked at Harry, his chubby face smiling.
"Uh, I wanted to ask if your parents used to be in Gryffin—" Harry asked.
However, the next moment, his words stopped.
"Uh, excuse me, if I'm offending anyone..." Harry hesitated.
After hearing Harry's words, Neville's face changed rapidly, his smile abruptly disappearing, and he didn't hide it like Draco had last night.
"Harry... I... if you want to ask about my parents, I can tell you. You've helped me many times; you're a good person."
But the next moment, he looked at Draco, and with a determination no one had ever seen on his face before, he said, "But... I won't tell him!"
"Wait?" Draco was both confused and angry, "What does that have to do with me? Did I offend you?"
"I... I..." Neville stammered, his face flushed, seeming a bit flustered.
"Wait! Is there some misunderstanding? Uh... maybe let's go to class first." Harry quickly said, wanting to temporarily halt the topic.
Neville's state seemed a bit off.
"You don't deserve to know!" Neville suddenly shouted, as if gathering all his strength.
Immediately, the surroundings quieted down, and surprised gazes were cast their way.
No one knew why this usually gentle and even timid Neville was angry.
At this moment, the people who had come here included not only students of the same year but also many older students auditing classes.
Many of them instinctively cast hostile glances at Draco.
"Malfoy, what did you do again?"
"Is the Little Slytherin bullying people again?"
Draco took a sharp breath, feeling wronged and ridiculous. He didn't understand why Neville suddenly took such a stance, when he hadn't done anything.
"Wait! What do you mean? How did I offend you? Explain yourself!" Draco growled angrily.
The entire corridor instantly became tense.
Suddenly, a calm voice containing a hint of displeasure interrupted them.
"Class time has started. Are you blocking the way because you want to rebel?!"
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