Essay The ' Hagrid Boomed '
Hermione, always the bleeding heart when it came to magical creatures, did not like his lecture so far at all. One day, she promised, she will end the systematic abuse and exploitation of every last category of sentients.
“No, the Seelie and Unseelie Court are as intelligent as you an’ me. And a lot more powerful. ‘Course, none of this is known for sure. It’s all myth and rumour. They say only the Queen possesses a wand, although it’s more like a scepter. It doesn’t stop them from moving faster than you can blink. Or account for their supernatural strength.”
“Really,” Draco began, “you’ve got to be kidding. It’s a fairy, for Merlin’s sake. I have dozens plastered around the Manor. They can’t be that bad. Or the Ministry would have done something.”
Hermione bristled at the Manor comment, but Hagrid corrected him before she had the chance to erupt. “Just like the Ministry treated the Dementor problem, heh? Or how they handled the Goblins?”
Hagrid shook his head and strolled to the other side of the clearing, peering with his keen eyes into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Harry could have sworn he saw a hint…