I am Voldemort's friend

 Chapter Fourteen. Hagrid, the beginning and end of school

If anyone thinks that having a harem is cool, they are deeply mistaken. At least in my case. I wasn't mature enough yet, and although "technically" my "equipment" worked, I had nothing interesting to offer my wives. The size was still childish, and in terms of duration... half a minute was enough. And I didn't feel right yet... Not to mention that ONLY Elena and Venus could boast of attractive appearances.

In general, there were no orgies or other debauchery. So, once a day, I climbed on top of each of my wives (and in the case of Lotta, who was disfigured by curses, it was a real feat) and... jerked off. Lotta was the first to get pregnant, which was a relief for both of us — the woman felt that she wasn't very attractive to me as a sexual object. And sex out of a sense of duty, especially with someone who has the physiology of a child... Not great, in general. 

The others also "retired" as soon as they got pregnant. The exception was Elena, who took great pleasure in coming up with all kinds of erotic entertainment — mostly of a teenage nature. You know, strip cards and stuff like that... But it wasn't passion, just banal curiosity and a desire to play with a new... toy. It suited me.

The changes in appearance began quite quickly, so that when I had to leave for school, even Lotta was almost... normal. 

Apart from bed, there were other aspects of married life, first and foremost housekeeping. The wives enthusiastically set about improving the World and the Manor — both the True World, which concealed the Entrance to the World, and the Secondary World, which was essentially the "antechamber" of the True World*. 

And so it began... additional security systems...

 "I am a shaman," Venus says calmly, "and spirits can do many things. They can warn, confuse... and in England, they don't know how to communicate with spirits.

 "I am a heraldry expert after all," says Cephes shyly, "we are often underestimated. But with Manor's defence systems, I can do a lot.

 "A blood mage, my dear, this is serious," Marina informs me.

 "A potion-maker on his own turf can prepare some very unpleasant surprises," Irma suggests.

 "You're not bad at Rituals yourself, but I'm still a Master, I can improve a lot," says Lotta.

Well, Elena helped everyone... her sisters (?)

And here we are again at the School. To be honest, I came here with a heavy heart. I don't remember the details and exact dates anymore, and I'm not sure if this is the same Reality, but... I know that in early September, Germany will attack Poland and it will BEGIN. It's true. Poland's role in this story is also not pretty**, but those are just details.

News of the outbreak of war in the Muggle world did not reach Hogwarts until the fourth of September... 

 "Ahem," Dippet cleared his throat at lunch, drawing attention to himself, "dear students, I hasten to inform you of some very unpleasant news — another war has broken out in the Muggle world. The state of Gi...

The old man looked at the newspaper...

 "The state of Ger-ma-ni-a has attacked Polt-shu. This does not concern us yet, but later on, some complications may arise for wizards. Thank you for your attention.

Most of the students reacted indifferently to the news, but those who followed politics even a little were alarmed — the connection between Grindelwald and Hitler was no secret. So it was clear that the war could turn from a "local Muggle mess" into a truly global one — including for wizards. In fact, it already was — Grindelwald's troops were already "making noise" in Europe. Another thing was that magicians were individualists and simply did not connect "separate" events to the System. And Grindelwald's propaganda and counterintelligence were quite good. 

To remind my students about me, I reactivated the "Indians" game. My peers eagerly joined in; after all, at the beginner level, they would be, if not chiefs and shamans, then at least highly respected warriors. 

Similarly, I told a "big secret" to a few "trusted" first-years about the treasures at Hogwarts. And... it worked very well. Even the arrival at the castle is extremely impressive — a whole day's journey by train, and then, when the children are tired, a boat or a carriage drawn by festrals... The effect is powerful, and Hogwarts is perceived as something so wonderful and unusual... That treasures and such things were taken for granted. In short, I just managed to weave my intrigue into the ancient scheme of the school's headmasters.

 "There he is, there," the schoolchildren pointed to an overly large boy with an unusual face and figure, wearing a Gryffindor robe.

 "Half-giant? Yuck..." A group of girls from all the houses watched with friendly horror as the clumsy boy, who was already as tall as most of the older students, walked by.

Hagrid didn't notice the attitude — he was, in fact, exceptionally... unskilled. And not only was he unintelligent — he even thought differently! Despite his upbringing, genetics still had an effect. It wasn't anything you could point to and say, "That's not human," but there was something almost imperceptible — Hagrid would inhale deeply at the sight of a dead bird covered in maggots, or say things like, "Hagrid understands, Hagrid did it..." 

Personally, I was rather indifferent to the situation with Hagrid, but... It was THERE that the acromantula was, which seemed to have killed the whiny Ravenclaw girl. And here, Reality had already begun to change little by little, and who knows who might die or what might happen... And besides, I felt sorry for the half-giant.

Yes, yes, I'm a Slytherin, and we've always had tense relations with the descendants of the Fomorians (especially the degenerate ones!). But in this case, there weren't any particular problems — different courses, different faculties... And encounters in the corridors... I'll survive. 

Another thing is that he simply doesn't belong here: a stupid half-giant won't be able to cope with his studies — even if they didn't kick him out in his third year, he still wouldn't make it to the fifth. Not only is his way of thinking... peculiar, but his magic is also DIFFERENT — and that's without even taking his intelligence into account. Wouldn't it be better to send him to another school? There are schools that specialise in vocational training from childhood. 

If Hagrid had a profession... a zootechnician or something, he would have been relatively happy. An employee like that would be eagerly hired by a nature reserve, a dragon sanctuary, or a farm breeding hippogriffs. So what if his magic is flawed and he's not very bright? He can subdue a hippogriff with his bare hands!

That's why...

 "Yes, he's definitely half-giant," Felicia Lee grimaces, pressing her back against the mighty Brian's chest, "There's a drop of Sid blood in my family. Not much, but I react to him with disgust and horror. 

 "Ask those whose lineage comes from the Seeds," Brian Boru joins the conversation with rehearsed words, "I'm sure they feel the same way.

 "I do, but only slightly," Alma Morgan says, "even though the Sid blood runs strong in us.

Felicia nods friendly to her friend...

 "It's obvious — just look at you!

Alma blushes at the compliment — she really is very pretty, a slender blue-eyed blonde with a slightly "foreign" look. 

 "What you don't feel," continues Lee, "is the artefact Hagrid has, that's what's 'knocking you off balance'. But Sid blood awakens differently in everyone, no amount of Essence-Hiding artefacts will suffice.

The "information leak" was successful, and if before he was called a "half-giant" more out of a desire to offend him (and Hagrid gave plenty of reasons for that — he wasn't the most pleasant person), it was because "everyone knows" that non-humans are not accepted at the School! "It can't be, because it can never be." Period.

Now some began to have doubts, while others became convinced... Finally, the senior students went to Dippet.

 "The headmaster said he's not half-giant," announced a senior Gryffindor student loudly during dinner, pointing his finger at the red-faced, extremely embarrassed Hagrid. The incident could have been over for a while, but...

 "Those were his exact words?" asked fifth-year Ravenclaw student Mikhail Longin, nudged by the weak Mental from my side.

They thought about it... And it turned out that no, not those words, but...

"Ha-ha-ha," Dippet laughed with a rattling old man's laugh, "Half-giant! There hasn't been a single non-human at Hogwarts until now! Where did you get such ideas?

 "So that's it," said Duncan Smith, a Gryffindor with a half-Muggle father, scratching his head in embarrassment, "he's... well... 

 "Everyone looks different... Get those thoughts out of your head — let the boy study in peace."

 "So the headmaster DIDN'T SAY that Hagrid isn't half-giant, right? Dippet just changed the subject...

Mikhail nodded contentedly and raised his chin slightly — with his speech, the Ravenclaw had risen significantly in the unofficial student rankings at the castle. And as for the headmaster being dissatisfied... The boy had no intention of studying at Hogwarts after his fifth year — he was going to become a personal apprentice to one of the Master Artfactors in independent Ireland and then marry the Master's daughter (the engagement had already been arranged), thus joining his family, which made the student's judgements very independent.

And the situation began to heat up. If Longinus hadn't asked Duncan about his conversation with the headmaster, Dipett could have dismissed the curious with a wave of his hand, saying, "I've already said everything, what more do you want to know?" And no one would have bothered to pry details out of a wizard of SUCH a level weeks, months, or years later...

But now the word had been spoken, and the word had been understood in the way it needed to be understood. Unrest began at Hogwarts — many Houses had grievances against the giants and their descendants. Most hereditary magicians had Seeds and representatives of other Magical Peoples**** among their ancestors, and even though the Seed Blood slept in most of them, no one was going to tolerate inhumanity*****.In addition to the purely physical animosity of the descendants of the Sids, the Elves and other fairy folk towards the giants, there was also the problem of their parents. For example, if Hagrid had been the unfortunate victim of a mad chimeraologist, he would most likely have been pitied... although he would still have been expelled from the School. But information surfaced about the existence of a father who voluntarily (!) covered up a young (but still huge) giantess. Considering that giants differed from humans not only in height, but also in body proportions, facial features, smell... Not to mention their low intelligence and uncleanliness. 

So it was safe to say that Hagrid's father was a rare pervert. The magicians rightly believed that "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," so they feared the descendant of a pervert twice as much.

In early October, the sobbing half-giant left Hogwarts. 

 "I almost feel sorry for him," said Aver Malfoy quietly, looking out the window.

 "Pity," agreed one of the senior students with the dean, "but we feel even more sorry for ourselves. And he wouldn't have been able to finish his studies here anyway.

"The True's 'pre-hall'"* For those who don't remember, let me remind you: Mc has two Manors. The first is the "pre-hall" and the second is the True. The system is set up so that you can only get to the True from the "pre-hall". And, accordingly, you can only get to the World from the True. Such is this paranoid security system.

Poland's role in this story is also unsavoury**" Few people know this, but before World War II, Poland played the role of a provocateur and did everything possible to start the war. So, in addition to diplomacy and bellicose rhetoric, in 1938 Poland, TOGETHER with Germany, attacked Czechoslovakia and carved off a piece of its territory. 

Unwise*** Even the canonical Hagrid is a rare imbecile. Remember Aragog, the poisonous spider at the school, who was not a familiar that could be controlled! Not only that, but he then took him to the Forbidden Forest and picked up a female... In other words, he bred dangerous creatures next to the school. The story with the hippogriff in the FIRST lesson... 

Dudley's pigtail... 

He didn't help Potter get home, leaving him with his shopping in the middle of London — with a huge trunk and a snowy owl!

All in all, no matter how you look at it, he's a stupid jerk. And as for "loving animals" and "kind"... That doesn't stop him from being a stupid jerk, whose "kindness" affects those around him.

Magical Peoples****" In my interpretation, these are magical races that are inseparable from magic. Roughly speaking, if a mage loses their magic, they become a muggle, and if a sid loses their magic, they simply die. 

Non-humans*****" I understand that the word "non-human" sounds a bit strange, especially when pronounced by descendants of the Magical Peoples. But there is no contradiction here — "non-humans" are representatives of the "wrong" side. That is, the Sids are more or less "one of us" (although the attitude towards purebloods would be VERY suspicious), and goblins are filthy scoundrels. Simply put, "non-humans" are representatives of races with whom humans have been unable to coexist normally, whose habits or needs (often innate) cause rejection or disgust. For example, giants are even considered cannibals in the canon, perceiving humans as food.

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