Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Don't—open—open!" She shouted in a strange voice that was neither male nor female.

The sound was like a suffocated person calling for help, and it was like a dying person wailing. If a normal person saw it, it was enough to be frightened.

But Maca just twisted his eyebrows, trying hard to capture some useful information from it.

At the next moment, Trelawney returned to her previous look of staring eyes again. She looked at Maca blankly, with a confused expression.

Maca put some ointment on her hand, then shook it in front of her, of course, the focus must be on the front of the nose.

"Professor? Professor Trelawney?" Maca shouted, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh—sorry, I seem to feel a little sleepy—" Trelawney was a little awake, and she hesitated, "Where are we?"

"We're over," Maca said casually, "but I saw you dozed off, so I couldn't help but wake you up-there are still many students waiting for the exam!"

"Ah! Yes, thank you..." She looked down at Maca's record sheet, then nodded, "Then you go down first! Remember, you can't tell others what you see in the crystal ball... Otherwise, terrible things will happen."

Maca nodded casually and walked out quickly—he had to take a look at Hagrid's cabin.

After leaving the classroom, he conveniently put the potion bottle away.

"Now it seems that this thing will confuse people who can't beat alcohol..." he muttered to himself, and hurried downstairs.

...

When Maca came to the lawn in front of the castle, he turned his head back if he noticed it, and just saw a group of men walking down the stone steps of the castle.

Walking ahead was Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Next to Dumbledore was Cornelius Fudge, followed by an elderly and frail committee member and executioner McNeill.

At the same time, in Hagrid's hut...

"You must go." Hagrid said, shaking from head to toe inch by inch, "We must not let them find you are here... let's go, now..."

Hermione picked up the invisibility cloak on the sofa aside.

"I will lead you from behind," Hagrid said.

They followed him to the door leading to the back garden, and Harry felt like he was in a dream.

When he saw Buckbeak a few yards away, the feeling was even heavier.

Buckbeak was tied behind a tree in Hagrid's pumpkin field. It seemed to know that something was going to happen, and it was turning its head around now, and was still scratching the ground with its claws uneasy.

"It's okay, Piccolo," Hagrid said softly. "It's okay..." He turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Go ahead, go..."

But Harry didn't want to move.

"Hagrid, we can't—"

"We want to tell them the actual situation."

"They can't kill it!"

The three of them hurriedly said something, as if they couldn't bear to accept this reality.

"Go!" Hagrid said furiously. "If you get into trouble, things will get worse!"

They found that they seemed to have no choice.

Hermione put the invisibility cloak over Harry and Ron when they heard voices outside the cabin door.

Hagrid looked at the place where they had just disappeared and urged: "Go!" He said dumbly, "Don't listen..."

After all, he walked slowly back to the hut—someone was already knocking on his door.

In a horrible trance, Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to walk slowly and quietly around Hagrid's cabin.When they reached the side of the cabin, the front door slammed shut.

"We should still have a way," Hermione's voice was trembling.

She stopped stubbornly, but couldn't think of any ideas.

"... Does anyone else have any idea?" she said, "I think...huh? Maca?"

"Yeah! I saw Maca talking a few words to the executioner before--" Harry said, "But what's the use? Just chat..."

"No, you listen... it's Maca's voice!" Hermione waved her hand at Harry, then pointed to the cabin.

The three of them couldn't help but pressed their ears to the wall.

"... Isn't it appropriate for a student to watch the execution?" This was Fudge's voice.

"It's okay. This is the content of the class on the protection of magical creatures. It was applied for by Mr. McLean," Dumbledore said. "I believe that he understands what he wants to do-this is one of the outstanding Hogwarts students. Apply reasonably."

In fact, Fudge does not really treat Maca as an ordinary student.

He had heard the reports from the people below that night in the battle in Hogsmeade Village. Although the news was still blocked, the strength of Maca had already shocked all the insiders.

But even so, on the bright side, some things still have to be kept in the stomach-at least for now, he has to do it.

"Minister, I will not do anything to disrupt the execution process," Maca said immediately, "I need to observe the physiological structure of magical creatures. This is very helpful for my study."

"Okay, okay! So, Walton, let Mr. McLean come and have a look with you, how about it?" Fudge said to the executioner Walton McNeill standing by the door with a constant expression.

"Yes." McNeill nodded.Replied coldly.

"So..." Fudge took out a piece of material and read it out. "The Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures decided that the eagle-headed horse-winged beast Buckbeak, hereinafter referred to as the convicted person. It should be on June 6, at sunset. Execution..."

"... The execution of the beheading was executed by Walton McNeill, the executioner appointed by the committee, in accordance with the procedure."

After Fudge narrated the execution process again, he asked Hagrid: "As for the remains of the convicted person after the execution, should we take it away for processing, or—"

"No, I... I want to be with it... I can't make it lonely..." Hagrid wrinkled his nose, and the tears that had been rolling in his eyes could not help after all, as if the gate was opened. The cheeks flowed down.

"Of course," Fudge nodded, looked out the window, and then said, "The time is almost there, let's start the execution!"

Just as he greeted the people to go to the back garden, Dumbledore spoke suddenly.

"I think we'd better seize the time to talk about the case-time is tight, we have to as soon as possible."

"Oh -" Fudge thought for a while, "it is true, I am here mainly for this this time-you perform the process, and I will stay in the house and wait for you."

For the case in Hogsmeade Village, Fudge has not slept well for several days.

In recent years, the British magic world has been very stable.And on that night, one of the first Aurors who rushed away had already died at the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital because of his injuries.

The number of civilian wizards killed in an accidental attack reached three.

As for the injured, there are more than a dozen people who have been identified. Whether there are any that have not been identified, we have to say otherwise.

It can be said that compared to dealing with a beast, this is a terribly big case!

When Hagrid and Maca followed the two to the back garden, in Hagrid's surprised gaze, the elderly committee member took it to the back door of the hut.

After he and the executioner McNeill and Maca looked at each other, Maca nodded calmly.

"Hagrid, you first take Buckbeak to the forbidden forest and find a place to tie it down." Maca said suddenly, "Remember, tie it down... and get back as soon as possible."

Hagrid, who was still sobbing non-stop, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Maca a little unclearly.

But Maca just waved his hand casually, beckoning him to do as he said.

Hagrid couldn't help but glanced at the two people sent by the committee, but they didn't bother to care about him.McNeill just leaned against the wall of the hut, rubbing his big axe with a rag; while the old man pretended to look at the sunset, as if wondering if he would be like the setting sun. The next day, he rose vigorously again.

Hagrid seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand that.

But he can't manage that much anymore-Buckbeak may not have to die, what Maca has done must be like this!

He untied the rope holding Buckbeak and ran to the Forbidden Forest desperately while pulling it.

"The sooner the better, I have to let Piccolo get out of here soon!" There was only one thought left in Hagrid at this moment.

Maca glanced at Hagrid's back, then drew out his wand, picked a few large enough pumpkins from the ground, and gathered them together with a floating spell.

Then, under the action of a transformation technique, the pile of pumpkins quickly turned into a eagle-headed horse-winged beast corpse whose head had been chopped off.

The bloody scene was exactly the same as the real one.

"McNeill, can you learn the sound of an eagle and a horse?" Maca asked casually, turning his head.

Executioner McNeill couldn't help but twitched his mouth when he heard the words.

"Mr. McLean," he explained dryly, "If the cutting goes well, there will be no screams..."

Maca looked at the corpse on the ground, then glanced at McNeill's neck subconsciously, feeling that he had learned another useful new knowledge.

When Hagrid ran back in a hurry, Maca ignored him staring at the corpse that was already separated on the ground, so he pulled his sleeve and walked into the wooden house with the other two.

"I think, Hagrid, you have to cry for a while," he suggested kindly.

Hagrid twisted his mouth, realizing that he couldn't cry anymore, so he shook his head.

"The clear spring is like water."

Maca raised his wand, and suddenly, a stream of clear spring water that had been born out of thin air sprayed Hagrid's face, even the front of his clothes was soaked.