[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Suddenly there seemed to be a lot more evidence that Sirius Black had been plotting evil for a long time.

For example, he had been stalking Harry on Privet Drive before the start of this semester. Another example is that at the game where Harry lost Nimbus 2000, the disguised black dog also squatted in the stands.

Although Tom still has some doubts in his mind, such as why Sirius Black didn't really do anything to Harry when he had so many opportunities to do something. Are you waiting for an opportunity, or do you want to weigh the pros and cons after Voldemort loses power? Or maybe... there's a hidden secret?

After all, that bitch looks a bit...stupid.

Well, except for the abnormal state during the incident in Hogsmeade.

But the bad day wasn't over yet - because Hagrid didn't show up at the teachers' table during the dinner, which was rare. It was a dinner before the Christmas holidays, and everyone came except Hagrid. And he was clearly fine when he was drinking at Three Broomsticks in the afternoon. .seven

In addition, Harry didn't want to go back to his dormitory so early. He said he wanted to go out to relax and visit Hagrid. Although every one of his friends could tell that he was actually trying his luck on the playground to see if he could find the big black dog that was Black's incarnation.

They walked slowly on the lawn, shivering with cold under their cloaks. The edges of his socks and cloak were soaked and icy. The scenery on the road is very beautiful. The Forbidden Forest looks like it has been enchanted. Every tree is covered with a layer of silvery white. The countless hanging icebergs look particularly magnificent under the refraction of the light, and Hagrid's The hut is like a piece of ice cream, standing in the snow.

Unfortunately, it was too cold and no one was in the mood to enjoy it. Everyone just wanted to get to Hagrid's hut to warm up by the fire. Harry was the only one who looked around along the way, not to enjoy the scenery, but to see if there was any trace of Sirius Black.

Whether it was luck or misfortune, they didn't find the dog until they reached the door of Hagrid's hut.

Ron stretched out his frozen fingers and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He didn't go out, did he?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "Did you hear anything?"

There was a strange sound, a low, regular trembling moan (meow).

"Hagrid? Is that you, Hagrid?" they shouted anxiously, banging on the door.

There was no need to be anxious. With Hagrid's size, it was very likely that he would slip in the house and be unable to support his own weight to get up. He lives alone on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and has been suspended from school again. Everyone is celebrating Christmas today, and probably few close friends will come to visit. If he really falls and lies on the ground and can't get up, what's the point? Do you know how long you have been suffering in misery?

"Get out of the way!" Tom pulled out his wand. "Open the Alaho hole!"

The door opened with a creak, and if Hagrid hadn't ducked quickly as he came from behind and opened the door, the door panel would have hit him in the face.

"It's great that you're okay!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Hagrid didn't pay attention to what Harry said at all. His eyes were red and swollen, and tears fell like a rain on the front of his sloppy leather vest. As soon as he saw Harry, he howled and shouted, "You heard me!"

He threw himself on Harry, put his arms around Harry's neck and howled like a helpless child - this child was at least twice the size of a normal person and almost made Harry vomit. .

Tom tried to help him with a levitating spell, but the half-giant's magic resistance easily resisted his spell, which instead stimulated the magic in Tom's body, and they were eager to spread out to give the giant some color - he was scared. Tom slapped his chest hard and pushed them back.

"A little hiccup," he explained to Hermione calmly.

They had no choice but to get under Hagrid's armpits and lift him up, half supporting and half persuading him back to the hut. Hagrid allowed himself to be led to a chair and sat down, then threw himself on the table and continued to cry loudly uncontrollably, tears falling on his tangled beard.

The house was in complete chaos. It's the most chaotic bachelor pad a self-destructive, slovenly bachelor can create. Not to mention that there was a chained hippogriff lying on the ground in the corner of the room, chewing something as if no one else was around, causing blood to flow everywhere on the floor, and it still smelled stale. There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Tom held his breath, and then he thought he couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled out his wand, politely apologized to Hagrid - who had no intention of paying attention to the problem at the moment - and waved his wand, clearing the mess. The clothes jumped into the laundry basket; the dirty dishes jumped into the sink and were washed automatically; all the garbage was swept away by the cyclone and thrown into the trash can outside the house; the doors and windows were all opened wide to exhaust the turbid air...

Hermione rolled up her sleeves and started working with Tom. Harry and Ron looked at it stupidly for a while, then realized that they couldn't intervene at all, so they turned back to Hagrid.

"Shall I get you a hot towel to wipe your face?" Harry, who was used to doing housework, was more considerate. Then he couldn't find a clean-looking towel in the room... While walking around the room, he almost slipped on the unknown stains on the floor.

Ron didn't even know what to do. He looked around and saw an official-looking letter on the table, which he had already opened.

"What is this, Hagrid?" Ron asked.

Hagrid broke into a louder cry and pushed the letter towards Ron.

Several friends who were doing things pricked up their ears. Ron cleared his throat, picked up the letter and read it:

"Dear Mr. Hagrid:

We have further investigated the Hippogriff attack on a student in your class, and we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident. "

"Yeah!" Harry said, working diligently on a clean-looking piece of cloth - probably the closest thing to a towel in the room.

But Hagrid just sobbed and waved his hands, covering his face.

Ron read on:

"However, we must express our concern about the hippogriff in question. We have decided to uphold Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint and the matter will therefore be referred to the Dangerous Creatures Committee. There will be a hearing at the Commission's London offices on April 20th, and we will ask you and your hippogriff to attend on that date. During this period, the hippogriff should be tethered and isolate them.”

The final signature was a long list of directors.

"Uh..." Ron racked his brains and said, "Hagrid, you can prove to them at the hearing that Poppy Pork is not an evil hippogriff. It was just an accident that day. I bet you ——”

"Buckbeak." Hagrid choked and corrected him, "You don't understand those weirdos on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures! They got into trouble with these interesting animals!"

Buckbeak in the corner made a loud crunching sound from his mouth, which sounded like he had easily bitten a thick thigh bone.

Harry swallowed. Hagrid has always called some "terrible monsters" in the eyes of others "interesting animals". In fact, according to Hagrid's usual standards, Buckbeak is simply a cute little bird.

"You must prepare a strong defense, Hagrid." Hermione lowered her sleeves and placed a comforting hand on Hagrid's shoulder.

"It's useless." Hagrid said sadly, "Those demons of the Disposal Committee, they are all under the control of Lucius Malfoy! Buckbeak -" He traced his throat with his trembling hands with his fingers. He passed by, then fell to the side, burying his face in his arms.

"What did Dumbledore say?" Harry asked.

"He has done enough for me..." Hagrid cried, "It's hard enough for him just to prevent those dementors from entering the castle. The Ministry of Magic has been arguing with him... and Sirius Black is wandering around..."

Harry moved his lips but said nothing. He thought about blaming Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, and also thought about asking Hagrid, who was a gamekeeper, if he had noticed any traces of black dogs. But seeing Hagrid who was so miserable and scared now, he thought about it. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Listen, Hagrid," he finally said, "You can't give up. Hermione is right, you have to prepare a defense, and we will all help you." He said, handing the clean cloth to Hagrid. grid.