Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 759 Night Language

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Albert quietly walked through the portrait passage, and when he returned to Gryffindor Tower, the students had already returned to the dormitory to rest, and there was only dead darkness in the common room, only the fireplace was still alive. Some embers were flickering.

Albert was just about to go back to the dormitory to rest, when he noticed a dark shadow beside the armchair closest to the aisle. When he moved the light on his wand over, he found Hermione sitting at the table, fast asleep. A book rests on her head.

   "Hermione, wake up, wake up, don't sleep here, be careful of catching a cold." Albert gently pushed the girl's shoulder to wake her up.

   "Ah... accidentally fell asleep"

  After opening her eyes and waking up, Hermione looked around in a daze, her eyes fell on Albert again, she managed to pull herself together and asked, "Where have you been, I've been looking for you all afternoon."

   "What do you want me for?"

   Albert took off his cloak and put it on Hermione, motioning for her to sit by the fireplace with him. The fire was relit, and the blazing flames illuminated their faces.

Hermione looked at the blazing fire, tightened the cloak on her body, seemed to think of something, took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Albert, "Hagrid lost the lawsuit, Buckbeak will be Execution, he sent me this letter."

  Albert took the letter, but didn't read it. He could guess what was written in the letter.

"Although I can continue to appeal, I hardly see any hope. Malfoy's father threatened the committee." Hermione bit her lower lip and said, "You're right, from the very beginning, I wanted to save Buckby by going to court. Ke is simply wishful thinking."

   "It's expected, isn't it?" Albert corrected again: "I think Lucius bought the committee, and it's just a waste of time to continue appealing."

   "What are you going to do next?" Hermione raised her head and stared at Albert hopefully, "If necessary, Harry, Ron and I can help."

   "No, you don't need help with this matter, you just need to keep it a secret. I will handle the rest by myself. The less people know, the safer it will be." Albert flatly rejected Hermione's offer.

  Hermione opened her mouth, looking a little disappointed.

   "However, you can let Hagrid continue to appeal, at least make a gesture of never giving up."

"Did not you say…"

   "Some pretense is necessary."

   "Oh." Hermione nodded to show that she understood.

"Actually, it shouldn't be difficult for you to guess what I'm going to do next. I think you probably don't want to break the law." Albert comforted softly, "Go make up with Harry and the others, and then go visit Hagrid together, Hagrid Need someone to comfort you."

   "I've made up with them," Hermione whispered.

   "That would be wonderful."

As he spoke, Albert quickly glanced at Hagrid's letter, and threw the letter into the fireplace. After watching the parchment turn into a pile of ashes in the flames, he asked, "Did you show this letter to someone else?" Yet?"

   "Harry and Ron have both seen it."

   Hermione noticed Albert's frown and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Hagrid was so careless. I actually wrote this in a letter. I've told him so many times." Albert shook his head and said, "If you're so careless, you'll get yourself into trouble sooner or later. No one can help him at that time."

   "Is there a problem with the letter?" Hermione was a little puzzled. She also read the letter and found no problem.

"Of course there is a problem, and it is very serious." Albert reminded solemnly: "What will others think if they read this letter? If the Hippogriff runs away by itself, everyone will know that it is the sea Ge let him go, even if he had an alibi, everyone would think he did it. If Malfoy got this letter, the Hippogriff would definitely be dead, even if in the end If I let him go, I will also directly confirm that Hagrid violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic."

   "But... that shouldn't count as evidence, right?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Do they need evidence? No, they don't." Albert looked at the restless Hermione, shook his head and said, "As long as there is this letter, Lucius can ask the Ministry of Magic to sentence Hagrid and make him lose the professor position, and throw him in the prison of Azkaban by the way."

   "How could they..."

"Of course they can, don't care too much about the laws of the Ministry of Magic." Albert sneered, "Besides, I will also be in trouble when the time comes, those pure-blood wizards want to make trouble for me, and they can find a suitable excuse .”

   "Trouble with you?" Hermione was even more confused.

   "Because I'm embarrassing them, you understand?"

   Hermione shook her head.

"I am a Muggle wizard. The bigger the halo on me, the more it is a mockery to most pure-blood wizards. Stubborn pure-blood wizards are always on top. I think you should not be difficult to see from Malfoy. Out of this."

   "But...they really..." Hermione seemed to want to say something, but finally shut up.

"Last time, when I won the International Wizards Chess Championship, there were some bad noises? They won't allow Muggle wizards to **** and pee on their heads, just like they once killed the first Muggle wizard in the wizarding world." The same as Minister Melon Wizard." Albert said surprisingly.

  Hermione opened her mouth wide in shock, looking at Albert in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, someone told me that too." Albert recalled: "Nobby Leach was the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history. In 1968, he suffered from a mysterious Illness forced him to resign and died that year. Norby Leach actually suffered from dragon pox. It is said that Abraxas Malfoy did a good job. Abraxas Malfoy is Draco Malfoy Fu's grandpa. However, that old guy got rid of it, and he died of dragon pox."

Albert stopped there, forced the topic back and said, "I'll help Hagrid take care of the Hippogriff matter, you three don't care about anything, and don't talk nonsense, otherwise it will only hurt Hagrid." .”

  Hermione nodded vigorously, then lowered her voice and asked, "The relationship between pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards is really bad."

   "It's terrible, otherwise, how do you think there are so many Death Eaters around the mysterious man?" Albert said calmly, "It's like some Slytherins would call Muggle wizards Mudbloods."

  Hermione immediately thought of Malfoy.

   "Okay, you don't have to worry about these things, and don't tell Ron and Harry what we are talking about now, you can treat it as our secret." Albert winked at Hermione and said.

   "Why are you telling me this?" Hermione asked suddenly.

   "You can be regarded as my advice and advice to you as a friend."

   "Friend? Thank you, Albert." A bright smile appeared on Hermione's face.

   "It's late at night, go back to sleep, be careful not to catch a cold."

"OK, good night."

  Hermione handed back the cloak she was wearing to Albert, and walked towards the stairs with the book in her arms.

"Good night."

   Albert looked at Hermione's leaving back and murmured, "What a naive little girl."

  He stretched out his hand to cover a yawn, raised his wand to extinguish the burning flame in the fireplace, and walked towards his dormitory.

  (end of this chapter)