HP Magic Biography

Fan Lin and the others walked to the door leading to the back garden, and Harry felt as if he was in a dream. This feeling was intensified when he saw Buckbeak a few yards away. Buckbeak chained behind a tree in Hagrid's pumpkin patch. Buckbeak seemed to know that something was going to happen. He turned his head from side to side and scratched the ground anxiously with his paws.

It's all right, Buckbeak, Fan Lin said softly. He really liked this eagle horse, and Fan Lin missed that feeling of freedom, the unprecedented freedom It's okay... Fan Lin gently stroked Buckbeak's sharp beak.

Buckbeak also seemed to be very aware of his fate, he gently fiddled with Fan Lin's palm with his sharp beak, and let out a soft humming sound.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the Forbidden Forest behind him, and Fan Lin and Hermione's hearts seemed to miss a beat.

Now is not a good time for Sirius to do something, at least not now, Dumbledore is taking Cornelius Fudge to Hagrid's cabin, and their goal is Buckbeak in front of them, and they are standing in front of Buckbeak Piccolo's side.

What's the matter, Fan Lin? Harry asked, he was startled by Fan Lin, he thought Dumbledore had arrived, but the direction was obviously wrong.

No...it's nothing... Fan Lin shook his head, he just saw a black shadow flashing past, but he didn't quite see if it was Sirius.

Let's go. Hermione pulled Laverlin's arm. The girl couldn't bear to see such a cruel scene, and they still had a lot to do.

We're going to tell them the truth, Harry said angrily, and the more he thought about it, the more unfair he felt.

They can't kill it!

No, Harry, let's go... Fan Lin said with some helplessness, Dumbledore can't help it, and we won't have this ability. Although I am very unwilling, but... this is the truth ...

Really,

Damn it... Harry waved his fist weakly in the air twice, however, Harry couldn't do anything other than vent his emotions.

At this time, they heard voices outside the cabin door.

Let's go! Fan Lin said, he stretched out his hand to hold Hermione and Harry. Although he was very unwilling, Harry had to do this. Apart from that, Harry had no other choice.

On the other hand, Ron looked at Fan Lin with a complicated expression, he just followed behind silently, the struggle was still going on, or, Ron's mind had been gradually poured into the night, he was hesitating to take out his wand .

In a frightening trance, Harry, Ron, and Hermione Van Lyn began walking slowly and silently around Hagrid's cabin. They passed under the window with their bodies low, and Fluffy's disturbed cries and Hagrid's scolding came from inside the room.

As they got to the side of the cabin, the front door slammed shut. Please, let's go, said Hermione, I can't take it, I can't take it...

Several people stepped onto the sloping lawn. Walking towards the Whomping Willow not far away, they could vaguely see and hear the movement of Hagrid's hut while hiding here. They slowed down their pace, and looked back at Hagrid's cabin not far away step by step. They heard Hagrid's loud begging, the voice was very weak, probably because it was too far away, and they soon Hagrid's voice was not heard.

They were on the other side of the wooden house, every once in a while, with a clear crack, Hermione finally couldn't hold back her tears, the girl cried, she slipped into Fan Lin's arms, Fan Lin used his He gently stroked Hermione's head with one hand, as if this could make Hermione feel better.

Soon, the carriage drove away. They couldn't bear to see the blood-stained sharp ax and the damn Ministry of Magic. They hid behind the wall, Hermione wept softly, and the expressions of several people were very special. ugly.

How could they, I mean, Buckbeak is innocent, and Buckbeak is going to be executed just because the damn Malfoy has a skin cut, and Malfoy won't even leave a scar .”

Harry said angrily, he kicked the stone next to him, the stone was very hard, he hurt Harry's ankle, but this didn't make Harry restrain his anger, Harry continued to push hard Kicking, finally, the stone loosened, and it rolled down the sloping lawn. There was no obstacle along the way, because the stone was round. Although it was not smooth, the stone still stumbled and rolled to the ground. Under the lawn, one barely stopped when it reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Now the sun is sinking quickly, the sky is clear, with purple in the gray, but there is still a smear of red in the west, and the dark clouds have dissipated at night. If it is any other prophet, there will be some kind of storm at this time. A beautiful conclusion, but if it were Professor Traunie's words, the night would be shrouded, and there would definitely be bloodshed tonight. Look at the setting sun in the sky, it is the color of blood.

As for the object of the prophecy, of course, it is Harry or Van Lin. Ghost tricks such as death prophecy will be received in every class. Hermione has completely given up on Professor Troney's class because of this. Spectrum how many times.

Everyone's heart was very heavy, their steps were a little slow, but the direction they were going in was a little confused, Harry didn't know where to go, he should go back to the castle, but he didn't have this thought at all right now.

Fan Lin and Hermione deliberately approached the Whomping Willow. They still remembered the most important goal of today, Sirius, who was still waiting for them, but because of Buckbeak, they couldn't go fast.

Because Professor Lupine knew about tonight's actions, he had to cover a few people in the castle in advance, and it was a good decision to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to help.

In fact, Professor Lupine was very worried about their safety, but Fan Lin didn't think he, Hermione, and Sirius could subdue Peter. Of course, it might become five, if Harry and Ron could Clearly recognize and respond to words.

Suddenly, there seemed to be one less footstep, and they were not far from the Whomping Willow. Fan Lin looked back, he had been walking in front, he had to act normal enough.

It was Ron who stopped, his eyes were a little dull, and one of his hands was stuffed into his pocket. Peter was in that pocket, and Ron grabbed it very hard.

Fan Lin frowned inadvertently, Ron seemed to have changed something compared to just now, but Fan Lin couldn't tell what was going on with that weird feeling.

Where are you taking me?

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