Anyways who knows if he has more of those fantastic treasures hidden some where in his hut, huh? So why go ahead and taunt him, when I could get some more good stuff from my good old pal. I looked on, at Hagrid with a radiant smile plastered to my face, and spoke in the cheerful voice."I do not mean to pry into your business, but I was wondering if you had any more remains of those creatures? Do not worry Hagrid, I will not take it from you, for nothing. I will make sure to pay you in an equal amount, a fair trade if you must word it."
Hagrid looked at me with a stick eye, and asked me in a dry tone, hinted with suspicion. "Wha" do you even have, that can match the remains of these four great magical creatures, huh?"
I just smiled at his question and took out a flask, which glowed red and gold in the bright. It was the flask that contained the phoenix teardrops, which I cheaped from Professor Dumbledore. "Would this interest you? It contains phoenix teardrops inside, it is 90 ml, which is 9 teardrops!"
Hagrid eyes widened when he saw the glowing, warm flask. With his beard trembling, he asked me, "How did yeh even get yeh hands on it? This is a ver" rare find, indeed!" He ripped his gaze from the flask, and I saw that it pained him greatly to be away from the brilliant, golden, calming tears.
He looked at me, up and down with his eyes near to slits and asked me in a grave tone that made his voice sound even deeper than what I thought could be ever possible. "Where did you get this from?" He said with his voice filled with suspicion. "Did you steal it?"
I had the decency to look very offended when I hear his question. Let me tell you something about myself. I do not steal per say. I just help by unloading the burden that these weary people are carrying, like filch for example. The twins and I helped the overworked man by cleaning out his room. The man was cranky, and that must be because he did not need all those burdensome items, they were weighing him down, so we took it off of him.
Now in my books that is a great service that deserves to be recognized and appreciated, but I am ever so the gentlemen. So, it would be unbecoming of me to go around prancing about my great achievements. Sigh! It is a difficult duty I shoulder silently and in the shadows, but the work must go ON.
Now, it breaks my heart and brings tears to my eyes to be suspected and mistrusted like some criminal or a ruffian, Ack! Why must this be happening to me, a kind-hearted and generous soul?
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Laminating the unfairness of the universe and its cruelty, I spoke to Hagrid as first, shock played on my face then it turning into sadness. I did that so that Hagrid could see how hurt I was by his accusation that he flung at me. In a weak voice filled with bitterness and sorrow, I said, "No."
That replay was no pitiful, especially on a face such as mine. It was like Hagrid had just killed off the cutest little kitten. If somebody was around, he or she would think that this half giant is nothing more than a devil, a creature of pure darkness and malevolence.
The half giant must have felt ashamed at his accusation that he made, since when he answered back, it was in a voice that was shakey and unsure. "I did not mean that. It is just tha" phoenix teardrops are so rare. They are nearly impossible to procure and are very useful, considering that they could bring back those that are nearly dead with just one of it.
Now I did not mean to accuse you of stealing it. It is just that..." Hagrid continued on with his ranting. The man must be trying to banish the guilt he was feeling. Ha! That should teach him a lesson, I thought wickedly, maybe I should add in a single fake tear or a choke up. Ah, those always lead to some great results.
As my time as a little child, I learned a very important lesson and a very deadly weapon, a child"s tears. This weapon is able to let you bypa.s.s a whole lot of things and make life a great deal smoother, especially with a face as cute as mines. It is a weapon that can melt the coldest of hearts and the toughest of veins. Who wouldn"t want to cuddle and pinch the cheeks of a cute child, and what sort of Field are you if you make them cry.
I love my mother for a whole lot of thing, and near the top would be the genes she pa.s.sed me down. In my last look, I had an above average look, I was not a looker or anything but I was not so half bad as well. But in this life, I know for sure that I will be able to flutter the hearts of some girls, when I grow up. But right now the immediate effect is that Thank G.o.d for that, it just makes my weapon ten times more effective.
I chuckled to myself as those thoughts of childrens" tears ran in the back of my head, it truly seems like I did not waste my time as a child. I learned much as a child and a very important weapon of any child, their tears. All I have to add is, woe be to any child who would be mine"s, their crocodile tears will not work on me at all since I have mastered this technique quite well.