Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 236 Buckbeak is going to be unlucky

Hera put on a cloak and went out. He taught Penello the patron saint spell for a morning, but Penello still couldn't make the patron saint condense into shape. Until now, it was still in the shape of a cloud of mist, and it was impossible to see what her patron saint would be.

Hera let Penello go back to have lunch, and he walked through the empty castle and out of the oak gate, intending to go out for a breath.

He came to Hogwarts for vacation and definitely not to work overtime. I can only hope that Penelope's understanding can be improved.

The sudden arrival of the owl broke his pace, he untied the letter box hanging under it casually, threw the owl indiscriminately, and Hera opened the letter and read it.

Sure enough, under the influence of Jin Gallon, even the Quidditch World Cup succumbed—they sent Hera the World Cup tickets in advance.

Hera stuffed the letter and tickets into the pocket of the cloak, and walked slowly on the lawn. The dazzling powder snow left a shallow furrow, and the edges of the socks and cloak were soaked and frozen.In fact, the self-ironing thermal cloak can only protect the part it covers, which is a great headache for Hera, as his feet and head cannot be protected well.

But luckily the view wasn't bad, the Forbidden Forest looked enchanted, every tree was slightly silvered, and Hagrid's hut looked like a sorbet.

Hera stopped, and he tried to knock on the door, but no one answered.

Hera put her ear on the door, he suddenly had a bad feeling, Hagrid must have been assassinated, right?

"There is a strange sound." Hera murmured, and there were bursts of low, regular vibrating moans in the cabin. "Could it be that Hagrid finally got out of the order?"

"Hagrid!" cried Hera, banging on the door. "Hagrid, are you home?"

There was the sound of heavy footsteps, and then the door creaked open.Hagrid stood there, eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down the front of his leather vest.

"Well, it looks like I won't be able to earn Galleons." Hera thought in her heart.

"You heard me!" he yelled, and then he threw himself on Hera, wrapping his arms around Hera's neck.

"Hey! Hagrid, what are you doing? What's going on?" Hera was overwhelmed by Hagrid; Hagrid was at least twice the size of a normal person, and this was no joke.

Under Hagrid's weight, Hera almost collapsed.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Hera took out her wand with difficulty, and cast a levitating spell on Hagrid.

Hagrid let himself be levitated by Hera, and Hera carried him back to the hut, where Hagrid was placed in a chair and sat down at the table, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face and falling down his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, what's the matter?"

Hagrid sobbed harder, and he pushed something on the table to Hera, who picked up the letter and read it.

"Dear Mr. Hagrid. Hippogriff attack on students. Finds you not responsible for this regrettable incident."

"Isn't that nice, Hagrid?" said Hera, patting Hagrid on the shoulder, but Hagrid continued to sob and shook his huge hands, motioning for Hera to read on.

"However, we must express our concern about this problematic hippogriff to be dealt with by the Dangerous Creatures Committee. On April [-]th it will be ... tethered and placed in isolation."

"Oh, it wouldn't be so bad after all," Hera knew what Hagrid was worried about, "Buckbeak is not a bad hippogriff, it'll be fine—"

"You don't know about those weirdos!" Hagrid choked up, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "They fucked these funny animals!"

Someone came outside the door, Hera gently put the letter on the table, and looked at the three figures at the door vigilantly!

three?

That's all right, it must be Hermione and her two oil bottles.

Obviously, they also noticed Hagrid's abnormality, and Hera silently handed the letter to Hermione for her to read.

He went to find Buckbeak, who was lying in the corner of the room, chewing something, and blood was running all over the floor.

"I can't rope it in the snow!" Hagrid choked up. "Alone! Big Christmas!"

Hermione and the others looked at each other, seeming to doubt Hagrid's words.

In fact, Hera also expressed doubts. Where did he see that Buckbeak was an "interesting animal" rather than a "terrible monster"?

"You've got to prepare a strong defense, Hagrid," said Hermione, sitting down and putting her hand on Hagrid's thick forearm. "I'm sure you can prove that Buckbeak can't hurt anyone."

"That's no use!" sobbed Hagrid.

But Hera really couldn't bear Hagrid's appearance, and while the three little wizards were comforting Hagrid, she sneaked out of the cabin.

Hagrid's trip to the cabin was obviously far from interesting, but Hera received the Christmas gift he was going to give Penello, which had to be said to be a windfall.

Buckbeak's "Judgment Day" was set on April [-]th, and at that time, Hera left Hogwarts early, and he couldn't take Buckbeak away. To be precise, Hera couldn't help at all.

By this time, in the rest of the castle, the customary splendor of Christmas decorations was done, though few pupils remained.Thick friezes of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridors, and mysterious lights shone from within each suit of armor, and the great hall stood as usual with twelve Christmas trees, shining with golden stars.The corridors were filled with a strong, tantalizing cooking aroma, which intensified on Christmas Eve.

However, Penelope's Patronus Charm was still at a loss, and Hera simply went back to Beauxbaton to bring his Boggart, which was specially used to assist Penelope in practicing.

Hera woke up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning and waited expectantly at the foot of his bed, opening the window in anticipation of the arrival of the owls.

A small pile of packages had already appeared there, and Hera was tearing up the gift wrapping while waiting for the late owl.

Fleur had given him some Christmas highs and a box of crunchy peanut slivers that said Diagon Alley Special, and Hella put it aside, God knows where Fleur got it.

Hermione gave him a heavy book, and Dumbledore gave him a little alchemy bauble, which didn't look expensive.

Nick LeMay gave him a necklace that was enough to protect him from three spells, which was very valuable.

"It seems that there is a Valentine's Day gift for Penello." Hera murmured while holding the necklace.

"So, who will send this next one?"

Hera looked at the big package in front of her eyes, full of curiosity.

Excited heart, trembling hands, slowly tearing off the ribbon on the gift box
(End of this chapter)