Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A cup of hot tea can really make people feel a little relieved, and Hagrid didn’t continue to shed tears at least.

Just then, a voice suddenly appeared in the corner of Hagrid’s cabin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione swiftly turned around—it was Buckbeak!

It was lying in the corner of the house, chewing something, and making blood everywhere on the floor.

“…I can’t tie it to the snow with a rope!” Hagrid said with a sniff, “…is so lonely in a great Christmas!”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione look at each other in dismay.

They have never seen this face-to-face with Hagrid, what Hagrid calls “fun animals” and what others call “terrifying monsters”.

On the other hand, Buckbeak does not seem to hurt anyone at all – in fact, according to Hagrid’s usual standards, it is definitely cute.

The teeth came out timidly from under the table and leaned their heads against Hagrid’s lap.

“I’ve been upset lately,” Hagrid rubbed his teeth in one hand and touched his face in the other. “I’m worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class…”

“We like it!” Hermione said awkwardly in a serious way.

“Yeah, your class is awesome!” Ron also echoed. “Oh – what about the Flobberworm?”

“It’s almost dead,” Hagrid said sullenly. “Probably the lettuce has eaten too much, and Marx has given them some medicine for digestion…”

“Marx?” Harry wondered.

“Yeah, Marx seems to like them very much…” Hagrid was a little happy, “He understands them.”

“I estimate that Marx is a mucus secreted by Flobberworm – it’s a natural potion thickener,” Hermione whispered behind Harry.

“And, the dementor also upsets me,” Hagrid suddenly turned around. “Every time I want to go to Three Broomsticks Inn, I have to walk in front of them, as if I have returned to Azkaban… …”

Having said that, he immediately accepted his words and began to drink tea.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared wide-eyed and looked at him—they never heard of Hagrid, who had been in Azkaban before.

“You mean, have you been there?” Ron was surprised.

“Yeah, I have been there once.” Hagrid said in a snarl.

The time he said was naturally the one that Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic when the Chamber of Secrets was opened last semester.

Because Hagrid was framed by Tom Riddle fifty years ago, which made his Chamber of Secrets incident last semester, he had to stay in Azkaban for a few weeks until he was acquitted after the Chamber of Secrets event. It is.

But in addition to him and Dumbledore, Marx, who had overseen outside the hut, knew something.

At this moment, Harry thought they were, Hagrid just went to Azkaban to visit someone!

After a little silence, Hermione asked cautiously: “Is there terrifying, Hagrid?”

“Of course, you can’t imagine it,” Hagrid said calmly. “There… it’s really terrifying.”

“The prisoners there didn’t know who they were after a while. And you don’t know what it means to be alive… and the dementor itself is not willing to let anyone leave, they won’t care if you have it.” crime.”

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 Hippogriff winged beast that it should hide?”

“And – and I am afraid of breaking the law…” He looked up at them, and tears flowed down his face. “I don’t want to go to Azkaban.”

Hagrid’s lodge trip was far from being an interesting thing, but at least let Harry distract some thoughts.

Although Harry never forgot Black, if he wants to help Hagrid win a lawsuit against Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, he can’t always think about revenge.

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

Three people sat in front of a mighty fire and slowly flipped through the dusty files.

It’s all a famous case about protecting magical creatures, and they occasionally talk a few words when they see the situation. Everyone really wants to help the poor Hagrid.

Just as Harry was dealing with the old files, Marx was also struggling with some magical creatures.

That’s right, after Aragog’s nearly two months of “blind” work, his wife, Mosag, was finally pregnant again.

Marx has recently become a full-time babysitter for Mosag.

He prepared a lot of miscarriage measures for this special pregnant woman, in order to let her smoothly produce the first batch of baby babies who have been transformed by bloodline.

But everyone knows that the “female” temper during pregnancy is always a bit violent.

“Mosag, it’s time to take a nutrient.”

“Hey…”

“Sorry, I know that you are not in a good mood, but –“

“Hey…”

“Okay, okay, then go on for a little while.”

“Hey…”

“Well, OK… I will go out first…”

Marx stepped out of Aragog’s lair and he saw that Aragog was waiting at the hole!

“I said, she hasn’t had a good temper lately, and I don’t go in too much.” It muttered with closed eyes.

“Maybe it’s true, you have to pay attention to protecting the children in her stomach… every healthy one, every one is.” Marx spread his hand.

“Yeah!” Aragog was extremely humanized sighed. “You are right, I will try again later.”

Around the nest, thousands of Acromantula are next to each other, wanting to get closer together – they are also interested in newcomers who are about to be born.

But because of the majesty of Aragog, they can only maintain a certain distance.

“Right, Aragog,” Marx suddenly turned and asked. “Do you know what else is still living in the woods?”

“There are a lot! Like a Cerberus, some Thestral, and Unicorn… Of course, there are a few Centaur tribes,” Aragog said. “After a while, there was a shovel, like a carriage, but with four Wheels, it is everywhere in the woods.”

Marx immediately guessed that it must have been the car that Ron had driven over the last semester.

“…but, if you go further deeper, it’s near the mountain range. It’s a place where no creatures live,” Aragog continued. “There is a rumor in the woods that there are some on the hills.” Giant dragon !”

It is mysterious and succinct: “Not a small lizard that only fires, but a real giant dragon!”

“giant dragon?” Marx said. “Are they not extinct in ancient times?”

They call the giant dragon, which is a big guy with a body length of more than 300 feet. Although there has been a lot of missing information because time has passed, their existence has always appeared in some of the murals left by the ancient wizards.

“I don’t know very well,” Aragog said. “You know, giant dragons like to sleep. As long as they don’t move, no one knows if there is any on the mountain…”

“But just because this rumor has continued, the foot of the mountain is very safe -” it added, “so I plan to move the nest, I have to know that I have been observing the situation over the years, but nothing happened. “”

“They don’t want to move in this life.” Marx shook his head. “If I ran out now, I guess no one can take them.”

Marx is really telling the truth this time. He is not interested in the powerful creatures that made the ancient wizards a big headache. You must know that today’s magic circle is developing in the direction of life and peace, and its ability in combat has long been worse.

He feels that there is nothing wrong with this. After all, the real battle is to die, and peace is the ultimate goal that people pursue…

Overall, Mosag’s status is good, at least the baby in her stomach is normal. After Aragog took the nutrient and gave it to Mosag, Marx went back.

That night, everything was calm and Marx got a good night’s sleep.

From the next morning, the professors began to dress up the school.

Elsewhere in the castle, the splendor of Christmas is perfect, although there are few students who stay in school.

A thick sash made of holly and mistletoe was hung along the corridor, and mysterious lights were revealed in each armor.

There are twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium, and the stars are shining on the trees. The corridor is filled with the scent of intense and enticing food.

The scent was so strong that even Scabbers stretched his nose out of Ron’s pocket and sheltered this aura with hope.

All signs are revealed, Christmas is coming.

However, Marx did not slow down the teaching schedule of his Charms Hall.

In his eyes, Harry’s half-breasted Patronus Charm is obviously not enough to see. He urged them to train every day, and the dementor changed a new one every day – this would ensure that Harry’s training subjects were energetic every day!

This kind of uninterrupted training mode worked really well. Until the fourth day, even Ron succeeded in summoning his Patronus.

“Oh! Hey! I did it!” Ron yelled happily.

“A dog?” Harry looked at Patronus in front of Ron.

Probably because Ron’s Patronus state is still not stable enough, he has to wait until he is more proficient to see what it is.

But at least it was a dog, but it didn’t run.

“Patronus looks like your own character and experience. You can refer to each other, which will make you more aware of your heart.” Marx explains, “so that you are proficient in Patronus Charm.”