Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

With training, there will naturally be rest.

Especially when you play against the Dementor, you need to rest even more—at least a piece of chocolate, right?

Unfortunately, there is no concept of "intermission" in Maca.

When Hermione failed twice in a row, her face was already very bad.But when Professor Lupin was going to let her take a break, Maca took out another bottle of Chevrolet milk that Ginny had taken on the train before.

The effect of this thing is great, it is really great!

In a blink of an eye, Hermione, who was already in a state of depression, smiled immediately after taking a few drops.

"How do you feel?" Maca asked.

"I think I am the happiest person in the world!" Hermione waved at him heartily, grinning.

"Is she a bit broken in character?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione carefully, at Harry beside him.

"I remember... as if Maca once said, wait for the effects of the medicine to pass." Harry shrugged when he heard the words.

On the other side, Maca didn't stop Hermione.

"...That's it, try again!" He said, "I believe you will succeed this time, remember this feeling!"

After that, he pushed the Dementor to Hermione again.

"Holy guard!" Hermione even had a smile on her face. She waved her wand and pronounced the spell decisively.

Obviously, Hermione's "happiness index" has almost risen to a notch under the effect of Chevre's juice.

I saw a large amount of silver-white haze quickly appeared on the front end of her wand, and gradually solidified in the continuous intertwining...

In a short while, Hermione's patron saint was actually taking shape!

"Merlin is on!" Professor Flitwick jumped off his chair again, and he screamed, "What potion is that?"

Lu Ping also looked surprised and said: "I heard Maca say that it is the juice of Chevron... it seems to be mixed with milk."

"Oh-I bet! The value of Chevron will increase again because of this moment!" Flitwick slapped his face and said excitedly.

Maca glanced here, and he raised his index finger to his mouth: "Hush—two professors, remember to keep it secret for me!"

After speaking, he turned his eyes back to Hermione's patron saint again.

It was surrounded by the silver-white haze of the patron saint curse, and it was hopping the dementors all over the room, and Ron and Harry had to follow them to flee.

All of a sudden, there was a mess in the room.

But Maca, who was supposed to go up to catch the dementor, just stared at Hermione's patron saint, in a daze, but there was no time to care about the poor dementor.

"Rabbit?" Maca frowned and thought, "Although I don't remember clearly, Hermione's patron saint... shouldn't be a rabbit?"

To be precise, it was a Scottish lop-eared rabbit.The long ears that droop on the sides and fly up and down with each jump make it hard to mistake its species.

"Okay! At least those two big front teeth are correct..." Maca shook his head before walking towards the Dementor.

Afterwards, Maca asked Harry and Ron to try several times in sequence.

After Harry succeeded once, he could at least successfully release a haze to resist it; but Ron only succeeded once after taking the Cheefflower juice.

"Let's try again tomorrow!" Maca glanced at the sky outside the window and found that it was already close to dusk, "I'm here for today, and it's time for dinner in a while."

After speaking, he didn't wait for others to say anything, and then pulled the dementor's face out again.

"Oh! Poor Dementor..."

Harry found himself feeling much better.

As for the two professors, Lupin and Flitwick, they had already left before halfway through the course.

The three of Harry stayed here for a while, taking a break.

Although they didn't think of any interesting topics, at least Harry didn't continue to struggle with Black's affairs.Or, in fact, he just temporarily hid those upset thoughts in a corner of his heart.

Soon, dinner time will come.

After filling their stomachs in a hurry, they inadvertently discovered that Hagrid didn't seem to come to the hall to dine.

"Hey! I think we should go see him!" Ron thought for a while and proposed, "We haven't visited him for a long time!"

"Ah, let's go," Harry immediately stood up and said, "I can still ask him why he never mentioned Black when he told me all about my parents?"

"Oh—" Ron and Hermione thought Harry was starting again.

But this time Harry didn't show the gloomy expression he had before.

"Don't worry!" Harry said, "I have already figured it out, Maca is right, I should be brave-at least I have to know how to face it!"

So they went back to the dormitory with a warm cloak, walked through the empty castle corridor, and walked out of the oak door.

They walked slowly on the lawn, leaving a series of footprints on the dazzling snow.

It was really cold outside, and they felt that the edges of their socks and cloaks were soaked and frozen.

The Forbidden Forest looked like it was enchanted, each tree was slightly covered with silver, and Hagrid's hut looked more like a frozen ice cream.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one agreed.

"He should be in the room, right?" Hermione said, shuddering under the cloak.

Ron pressed his ear to the wooden door.

"There is a strange sound," he said, "listen—is it Yaya?"

Harry and Hermione also leaned in to listen, and they noticed low, trembling moans coming from the cabin.

"I think we'd better find someone... OK?" Ron said nervously.

"Hagrid!" Harry didn't care about this, he slapped the wooden door hard and shouted, "Hagrid, are you at home?"

With a heavy footsteps, the door squeaked open.

Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, and tears fell on the front of his leather vest.

"You heard it!" he yelled, then rushed on Harry, and put his arms around Harry's neck with both hands.

As for Hagrid's round body, this is no joke.

Harry almost collapsed under the weight of Hagrid, but fortunately he was rescued by Ron and Hermione in time-they each got into Hagrid's armpits and racked him up.

Harry also helped, and the three of them brought Hagrid back to the cabin.

Hagrid allowed them to pull himself into the chair and sat down, then he put his elbow on the edge of the table and covered his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

After a while, tears filled his face, and the teardrops slid down on his unkempt beard.

"Hagrid, what's the matter?" Hermione was shocked.

At this time, Harry found a formal looking letter on the desk, which had been opened.

"What is that, Hagrid?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Hagrid sobbed harder when he heard it. He pushed the letter to Harry, and Harry picked up the letter and read it: "Dear Mr. Ruber Hagrid: We further investigated the eagle-headed horses that happened in your class. For the incident of a winged beast attacking students, we have accepted Professor Dumbledore’s assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident..."

"Isn't that great, Hagrid!" Ron patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

But Hagrid was still sobbing, and he waved his huge hands, motioning Harry to continue reading.

"...However, we must express our concern about this problematic eagle with wings. We have decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy’s formal complaint. Therefore, this matter will be left to the disposal of dangerous creatures. The committee handles."

"A hearing will be held in the committee-London office on April 20. We will ask you and your Griffin to attend on that day."

"During this period, the eagle-headed horse-winged beasts should be tied up and isolated. Your colleague...well, the school board's list should follow."

"Oh," Ron said, "but you said that Buckbeak is not an evil eagle with wings, Hagrid. I bet it will be fine—"

"You don't understand the weird people of the Dangerous Creatures Committee!" Hagrid wiped his tears with his sleeve, choked off, "They fucked with these funny animals!"

"You must prepare a strong defense, Hagrid." Hermione sat down and placed her hand on Hagrid's thick forearm. "I'm sure you can prove that Buckbeak won't hurt people."

"That's no use!" Hagrid sobbed, "The demons of the disposal committee, they are all in the hands of Lucius Malfoy! They are all afraid of him! If I lose the case, Buckbeak... Oh, pitiful……"

Hagrid quickly scratched his finger in his throat, then groaned, and fell aside, his face buried deep in his arms.

"I must have read a fishing case of a eagle with a winged beast," Hermione said thoughtfully. "In that case, the eagle with a winged beast was okay... I'll find it for you, Hagrid. Just study what's going on!"

Hagrid howled louder, and Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, counting on him to help.

"Oh-how about me making tea?" Ron said.

Harry stared at him.

"My mom did this when someone was in a bad mood." Ron shrugged and mumbled.

Finally, after they promised to help many times and put another hot cup of tea in front of him, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.

"You are right, I can't collapse, I must cheer myself up..."