Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A cup of hot tea can really relieve people's mood a little, and Hagrid at least didn't wipe his tears anymore.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a corner of Hagrid's cabin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione quickly turned around—that's Buckbeak!

It was lying in the corner of the room, chewing on something, causing blood to drip everywhere on the floor.

"...I can't tie it to the snow with a rope!" Hagrid sniffed and said, "...I was alone on a good Christmas!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

They had never seen this face-to-face with Hagrid, something Hagrid called "funny animals" and others called "terrible monsters".

On the other hand, Buckbeak did not seem to mean anything to hurt people—in fact, according to Hagrid's usual standards, it must be cute.

Yaya stepped out timidly from under the table and leaned his head on Hagrid's knee.

"I haven't been right recently," Hagrid stroked his teeth with one hand and touched his face with the other. "I'm worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class..."

"We like it!" Hermione said nonsense seriously.

"Yeah, your class is great!" Ron echoed, "Oh-how about those Flobber caterpillars?"

"Almost died," Hagrid said gloomily. "Probably because the lettuce was eaten too much, Maca gave them some digestive medicine..."

"Maca?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, Maca seems to like them..." Hagrid said a little happily, "He understands them."

"I guess the Maca is for the mucus secreted by the Flobber caterpillar-it's a natural potion thickener." Hermione explained quietly behind Harry.

"Also, those dementors also upset me," Hagrid suddenly changed the subject. "Every time I want to go to the three broomsticks for a drink, I have to pass in front of them, as if I'm back to Aziz. Like a caban..."

Having said this, he immediately closed the conversation and began to gulp the tea.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at him wide-eyed-they had never heard Hagrid mention that he had actually been in Azkaban before.

"You mean, have you been there?" Ron said in surprise.

"Yeah, I've been there once." Hagrid said vaguely.

The time he said it was naturally the time Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic when the secret room was opened last semester.

Because Hagrid was framed by Tom Riddle fifty years ago, he had to stay in Azkaban for a few weeks when the secret room incident occurred frequently last semester, and was not guilty until the end of the secret room incident. Released.

But apart from him and Dumbledore, Maca who had eavesdropped outside the hut knew a little about this.

At this moment, Harry and them both thought that Hagrid had just visited someone in Azkaban!

After a short silence, Hermione asked carefully, "Is it scary there, Hagrid?"

"Of course, you can't imagine it," Hagrid said calmly. "It's... it's really scary."

"The prisoners there won’t know who they are after a while. And you don’t know what it means to be alive... Besides, the dementors themselves don’t want to let anyone go, so they won’t care about you. Are there any crimes."

Hagrid was quiet for a while, staring at his tea.Then he calmly said: "I thought about letting Buckbeak go... I want it to fly away... But how can you explain to a eagle-headed horse-winged beast that it should hide?"

"And—and I'm afraid of breaking the law..." He looked up at them, tears streaming down his face again, "I don't want to go to Azkaban."

Although Hagrid’s hut is far from interesting,

Although Harry had never forgotten Black, if he wanted to help Hagrid win the lawsuit against the Dangerous Creatures Commission, he couldn't always think of revenge.

The three of Harry went to the library on their way back, and when they returned to the empty common room, their arms were full of books-these books may help prepare a defense for Buckbeak .

The three of them sat in front of the exuberant fire, slowly turning over the dusty files.

Those are all famous cases of protecting magical creatures, and they occasionally talk a few words when they see relevant situations.Everyone really wanted to help poor Hagrid.

Just as Harry and the others were dealing with those old files, Maca was also bothering about some magical creatures.

That's right, after Aragog's "blind" farming for nearly two months, his wife Mosag was finally pregnant again.

Maca has recently become Mosag's full-time nanny.

He prepared a lot of fetal protection measures for this special pregnant woman, in order to allow her to successfully give birth to the first batch of babies that have undergone blood changes.

But everyone knows that "females" during pregnancy are always a little grumpy.

"Mosag, it's time to take nutrition."

"Click, click, click..."

"Sorry, I know you are in a bad mood, but—"

"Click, click, click..."

"Okay, okay, then a little while later."

"Click, click, click..."

"Okay, okay... I'll go out first..."

Maca retreated from Aragok's lair, and he saw that Aragok was also waiting at the entrance of the cave!

"As I said, she hasn't been very good-tempered lately, and I don't get in much." It muttered with closed eyes.

"Maybe that's right, but you have to pay attention to protecting the children in her stomach...to be healthy, everyone is." Maca spread out.

"Yeah!" Aragok sighed extremely humanely, "You are right, I will try again later."

Around the nest, thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders are next to each other, trying to get a little bit ahead-they are also very interested in the new companion that is about to be born.

But due to Aragog's majesty, they can only maintain a certain distance.

"By the way, Aragog," Maca suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you know what else lives in the forest?"

"There are many! Like a three-headed dog, some night skies, and unicorns...Of course, there are also a few horse tribes." Aragok said, "There was an iron lump some time ago, like It's the same as a carriage, but with four wheels, it runs around in the woods."

Maca immediately guessed that it must be the speed car that Ron and the others drove over last semester.

"... But if you go deeper, it's on the side near the mountains. It's a place where no living things live," Aragok continued. "There is a rumor in the woods that the mountains live Some dragons!"

It mysteriously said: "It's not the little lizards that only breathe fire, but the real dragon!"

"Dragon?" Maca said, "Didn't they become extinct in ancient times?"

The dragon they were talking about was a big guy over 300 feet in length.Although time has passed for too long and there are many missing materials, their existence always appears in the murals left by some ancient wizards.

"I don't know very well," Aragok said. "You know, dragons like to sleep. As long as they don't move, no one knows if there is any..."

"But because this rumor continues, the foot of the mountain is safe--" it added, "So I plan to move the nest. You know, I have been observing the situation there for these years, but nothing happened. ."

"They'd better stay still for the rest of their lives." Maca shook his head and said, "If you run out now, I guess no one can do anything with them."

What Maca was telling was the truth this time. He had no interest in the powerful creatures that caused the ancient wizards to have a headache.You know, the current magical world is developing in the direction of life and peace, and the ability in combat has long been weaker than before.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with it. After all, the real battle is killing people, and peace is the ultimate goal that people pursue...

In general, Mosag is in good condition, at least the baby in her stomach is normal.After Aragog took the nutrient to Mosag, Maca went back.

That night, everything was peaceful, and Maca had a good night's sleep.

But from the next morning, the professors began to dress up the school.

In other parts of the castle, the splendid decorations customary for Christmas have been made, even though there are very few students staying in school.

Thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridor, and mysterious lights revealed in every pair of armor.

There are twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium as usual, with golden stars shining on them.And the corridor is full of strong and inviting smell of food.

The scent was so strong that even Mottle stuck his nose out of the shelter of Ron's pocket, sniffing the breath hopefully.

All signs are showing that Christmas is coming.

But Maca did not slow down the teaching progress of his spell class.

In his eyes, Harry's half-dangling guardian spell was obviously not enough.He urges them to train every day, and the Dementors are replaced with a new one every day-this can ensure that Harry and their training subjects are energetic every day!

And this kind of uninterrupted training mode worked really well. Until the fourth day, even Ron successfully summoned his patron saint.

"Oh! Look! I did it!" Ron exclaimed happily.

"A dog?" Harry looked at the patron saint in front of Ron.

Probably because the state of Ron's patron saint is not stable yet, he will have to wait for him to become more proficient before he can tell what kind of breed it is.

But at least it was a dog, which didn't run away.

"The appearance of the patron saint is related to your own character and experience. You can refer to each other. This will allow you to know your heart more clearly." Maca explained, "so that you can use the patron saint spell skillfully."