Rubeus Hagrid Halloween Uncle Coat
Halloween was a bewitching time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a night filled with eerie
tales and magical encounters. For Rubeus Hagrid, the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts,
Halloween held a peculiar memory involving none other than Uncle Harry Potter’s coat.
On this particular Halloween evening, Hagrid had been bustling around the grounds, ensuring the
magical pumpkins were properly enchanted and that the Forbidden Forest remained undisturbed. The air
buzzed with excitement, students giggling as they hurriedly prepared for the annual feast in the Great
As Hagrid made his rounds, a gust of wind swept through the grounds, carrying with it a peculiar sight—a
billowing, oversized coat, drifting aimlessly in the breeze. Now, Hagrid was no stranger to odd
occurrences, but this was certainly unexpected.
Approaching the coat cautiously, Hagrid’s curiosity piqued. It was a rather mundane-looking piece of
clothing, one that seemed out of place in the mystical surroundings of Hogwarts. But Hagrid knew better
than to dismiss anything as ordinary, especially on Halloween night.
Just as he leaned closer to inspect the coat, a faint rustling echoed from within its depths. Hagrid
furrowed his brow, his magical senses tingling with anticipation. With a flick of his wand and a muttered
incantation, the coat began to shiver and squirm.
To Hagrid’s astonishment, the coat transformed before his eyes, morphing into a bewildered Uncle
Vernon Dursley, looking more rumpled and disoriented than ever. The Dursleys had long distanced
themselves from the wizarding world, and Uncle Vernon’s sudden appearance at Hogwarts was nothing
short of a mystery.
Uncle Vernon sputtered in disbelief, his eyes wide as he tried to comprehend his unexpected
surroundings. Hagrid, ever the gentle giant, approached cautiously, offering a hand to assist the
“Blimey, what’re yeh doin’ here, Mr. Dursley?” Hagrid boomed in his deep voice, his concern mingled with
Uncle Vernon stammered, attempting to regain his composure, though his face reddened with
embarrassment. “I-I was in a hurry, you see. Must’ve taken a wrong turn… ended up here somehow,” he
muttered, clearly flustered.
Hagrid chuckled knowingly, leading Uncle Vernon back toward the castle. “Well, yeh better come along
now. Can’t have yeh wanderin’ ’round Hogwarts without reason, especially on Halloween.”
As they made their way to the castle, Hagrid couldn’t help but marvel at the peculiar turn of events.
Halloween truly was a night of unexpected surprises, even for a half-giant wizard like himself.
Eventually, Hagrid safely escorted Uncle Vernon to the castle gates, where the bewildered Muggle
promptly Disapparated, vanishing into the Muggle world with a pop.
Halloween at Hogwarts had once again proven to be a night of enchantment and unforeseen encounters,
leaving Hagrid with yet another story to add to the magical tapestry of his adventures. And as the night
drew on and the festivities continued, the tale of Uncle Vernon Dursley’s coat would become a whispered
legend among the students, adding a touch of whimsy to the bewitching traditions of Halloween at