HP Magic Biography

On the afternoon of the weekend, the weather was a bit oppressive, with dark gray clouds rolling in a cold wind, washing the sky of Hogwarts side by side.

Hagrid's mood seems to be as depressed as the sky. Today is the weekend, which is not good news. At least Hagrid doesn't like it very much. caterpillars, but...

Hagrid got up very early today, as if nothing had happened, Hagrid got up and put on his moleskin leather jacket, first cleaned out all the debris in the room, and then cleaned the teeth. The needed food was poured into Yaya's food bowl by Yaya.

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid started his usual work, patrolling the Forbidden Forest, Prestige Noble, and after all the work in the Forbidden Forest was completed, Harry returned to his log cabin, and he began to wipe his bow and crossbow. He wiped it very carefully, he wiped each arrow very brightly, and he used a lot of care oil, which is a very good thing for a weapon.

He wiped it until noon, until he saw the Ministry of Magic carriage passing through the lawn in front of the castle through the window of the wooden house, Hagrid's hand trembled inadvertently, and the sharp blade cut Hagrid's palm , but Hagrid didn't pay any attention to it, he just silently looked at the paddock in front of the cabin, where Buckbeak was lying on the pile of pumpkins.

Fan Lin just helped Neville solve his potion homework, and Hermione was very busy, so this task fell on Fan Lin's shoulders. In Hermione's words, Neville was his roommate. Lin couldn't just leave Neville alone.

As a matter of course, Fan Lin's pitiful rest time was thus deprived.

Without a leather jacket for a lunch break, it was undoubtedly painful. Just after one o'clock, Fan Lin's eyelids started to fight, which made Fan Lin's spirit very bad.

No! Fan Lin woke up abruptly. He stood up hastily, and condensed some ice water with his wand. The cold feeling is a sign of stinging pain, but as long as he can wake himself up, it's fine.

He has already made an appointment with Sirius, today's opportunity is not to be missed, and I don't know how Harry persuaded Ron, at least, Ron agreed to go out with them,

This is undoubtedly good news.

Are you nervous? Hermione asked, her face was watered when Fan Lin came back.

It's okay, but I'm a little sleepy. Fan Lin said, he wiped his face clean with a towel, while Neville looked bewildered, and he raised the Potions homework in his hand with some embarrassment.

I still haven't...didn't do it right...

No... Fan Lin looked at Neville speechlessly, Neville's character must be changed, Fan Lin wondered if Neville would be scared to death if he went to the playground.

Vanlin... Hermione... Harry's voice came from the door, and beside him was Ron. The two of them had been guarding outside since today. Just like Hagrid, they didn't want to see the Ministry of Magic. carriage.

In fact, since the incident about Sirius, the Ministry of Magic's carriage has frequently visited Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. Originally, Harry was still looking forward to the fact that Sirius was successfully arrested by the Ministry of Magic's carriage. information.

However, this time it turned out to be an executioner in a black robe, just like those executioners in the Middle Ages, with a black one-piece robe, a pointed hat, and two black eye sockets. The human color, especially his mobile phone is holding a long-handled steel ax, the sharp ax blade is shining brightly, Harry finds it very glaring, what makes him most unbearable is the executioner with empty eyes facing him There was still a nervous smile on my face.

They're here? Fan Lin asked, his heart also tightened suddenly, he suddenly felt that it didn't seem that important whether he could catch Peter, at least, Buckbeak was more important than Peter in Fan Lin's heart. much more important.

That's right. Harry nodded, while Ron remained silent, Fan Lin noticed that Ron's pocket was still bulging, and their target was there.

Let's go, Hagrid must be very sad. Hermione said, she put her book into Fan Lin's pocket.

Sorry Neville... I think... I'll teach you next time... Fan Lin said apologetically, and Neville waved his hands nervously as usual, as he always did.

Several people passed through the auditorium quickly. Inside the gate, the executioner was still sharpening his beloved weapon with a whetstone. The whole gate was full of rubbing sounds, which made the girl feel very uncomfortable. Fan Lin's hands were cold, and Hermione didn't even dare to look in the direction of the executioner.

They walked to Hagrid's cabin and knocked on the door. It took him a minute to open the door. Hagrid's mental state seemed a little dazed, and a smile was forced from the corner of his mouth.

You're still here. Hagrid said bitterly, his voice a little hoarse.

Let's go in first. Hermione said, and then Ron, who was hiding aside, came out. He looked at Hagrid with a pale face. He felt very guilty that he didn't come to see Hagrid last time.

Ron...it's nice to see you, it looks like there's no conflict between you, Hagrid said, Come in, I've just prepared some tea.

Ron secretly glanced at Fan Lin and the others in embarrassment, but no one showed any different expressions, which made Ron quietly relieved.

Hagrid didn't cry this time, and he didn't throw himself on top of them and wrap his arms around their necks. He looked like a man who didn't know where he was or what he was supposed to do. Seeing this helpless situation is worse than seeing tears.

Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid? Hermione asked hesitantly.

I... I took it outside just now, said Hagrid, splashing the milk all over the table as he poured it into the jug. Tie up in my pumpkin patch. Guess it's supposed to look at the trees and... get some fresh air - in it... Hagrid's hand shook so badly that the milk jug fell from his grasp to the floor, Broken into pieces. I'll do it, Hagrid, said Hermione hastily, and hurried over to clear up the mess. There's still a pot in the cupboard, said Hagrid, sitting down and wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

Dumbledore didn't do anything? asked Ron, sympathizing with Hagrid as much as he felt for himself.

He tried, said Hagrid, and he didn't have the power to control the committee. He told them Buckbeak wasn't dangerous, but they were afraid...you know what Lucius Malfoy was like...threatening them, I Think... and the executioner, McNeil, Malfoy's old partner... but the execution will be quick, clean... and I'll be beside him...

Hagrid swallowed. His eyes wandered about the cabin, as if searching for a ray of hope or comfort.

Dumbledore also said that he will spend time with me here when the time comes today. I told Harry and the others last time...

Hearing this, several people felt a little embarrassed. After all, Hagrid's repeated mention could not make several people selectively forget.

Hermione, who had been looking for another milk jug in Hagrid's cupboard, let out a low sob that was immediately suppressed. She straightened up with the new jar, fighting back tears.

We're with you too, Hagrid, she began, but Hagrid shook his shaggy head.

You should go back to the castle. Tell you. I don't want you to watch the execution. And anyway, you shouldn't be here... If Fudge and Dumbledore catch you leaving the castle without permission, Harry, you're in big trouble.

Hermione was weeping silently now, but she was busily preparing tea so that Hagrid wouldn't see.

You guys should leave as soon as possible after drinking the tea, I really... Hagrid choked up a little, he buried his mouth in the tea silently, the pain caused by the boiling tea seemed to make him feel better.

However, Dumbledore didn't make them wait too long, and there was probably a period of silence. At dusk, there was finally movement in the direction of the castle.

Hagrid was the first to discover it. He had been staring in the direction of the castle. In fact, if a stone hadn't smashed his window, Hagrid would still be in a daze.

After the crackling sound, Hagrid stood up suddenly, staring out of the window. His face had been ruddy, but now it was the color of parchment. They're coming... Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Fan Lin all turned around quickly.

In the distance, a group of men were descending the stone steps of the castle. In the lead was Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun. Beside him was Cornelius Fudge, and behind him the frail old councilor and executioner McNeil.

You've got to go, said Hagrid, shaking from head to toe. They mustn't find you here... Come on, now...

Hagrid, we want to accompany you! Harry said, but Hagrid shook his head very firmly. He didn't want Harry and others to see such a cruel scene. He couldn't accept this kind of experience, but He always has to face it.

You go out the back door... said Hagrid. He pointed to the back door of the wooden house, and there was a pumpkin patch with Buckbeak tied to it.

Hagrid, I think we can have a good talk with Mr. Cornelius Fudge. He is still very kind. I cast magic outside of school and they didn't do anything to me...

Harry...don't talk about it. Fan Lin shook his head, Hagrid sighed, and closed the back door heavily, he was going to meet Dumbledore.

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