Chapter 105

With training, there will be rest.

Especially when you practice with Dementors, you need to rest - at least have a piece of chocolate, don't you?

But unfortunately, there is no concept of "halftime" in Maka.

When Hermione failed twice in a row, her face was very bad. But when Professor Lupin planned to give her a rest, Maka took out another bottle of cheff cards and water milk that Ginny had taken on the train.

This thing works great. It's really great!

In the twinkling of an eye, Hermione, who was already depressed, smiled immediately after taking a few drops.

"How do you feel?" asked Marca.

"I think I'm the happiest person in the world!" Hermione waved to him brightly and smiled.

"Is she a little broken?" Ron asked Harry as he looked carefully at Hermione.

"I remember... It's like Marca once said, just wait until the medicine passes." Harry shrugged at the words.

On the other side, Marca 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.

"Call God's guard!" Hermione even had a smile on her face. She waved her wand and decisively read the spell.

Obviously, under the action of cheff flower juice, Hermione's "happiness index" has almost improved to a higher level.

I saw a large amount of silver white light fog in the front of her wand, which gradually solidified in the continuous intertwining

After a while, Hermione's patron saint was so formed!

"Merlin is on the!" Professor flavy jumped down from his chair again. He screamed, "what kind of potion is that?"

Lupin looked surprised and said, "I heard from Maka that it was the juice of cheff flower... It seems to have been mixed with milk."

"Oh - I bet! The value of cheff flowers will rise again because of this moment!" Flavi slapped and said excitedly.

Maka looked this way. He raised his index finger at his mouth: "Shh - two professors, remember to keep it a secret for me!"

Then he looked back at Hermione's patron saint again.

It was covered with the silvery white light and fog peculiar to the patron saint's spell. It was driving the Dementors all over the house, and Ron and Harry had to run around with it.

For a time, the room was in a mess.

But Marca, who should have gone up to catch the Dementor, just stared at Hermione's patron saint. She was stunned. She didn't have time to take care of the poor Dementor.

"Rabbit?" Marca frowned and thought, "although I can't remember clearly, Hermione's patron saint... Shouldn't be a rabbit?"

To be exact, it was a Scottish drop eared rabbit. The long ears that droop on both sides and fly up and down with each jump make it difficult to recognize its variety.

"Well! At least those two front teeth are right..." Maka shook her head and walked to the Dementor.

After that, Marca asked Harry and Ron to try several times in turn.

After one success, Harry could at least let out light and fog to resist it; But Ron only succeeded once after taking cheff flower juice.

"Try again tomorrow!" Maka looked at the sky outside the window and found that it was approaching dusk. "That's all for today. It's time for dinner in a while."

With that, he didn't wait for others to say anything, so he dragged the Dementor's face out again.

"Oh! Poor Dementor..."

Harry found himself in a much better mood, even joking. It seems that sometimes venting is also a good way to relieve stress.

As for Professor Lupin and Professor flavy, they had already left in the middle of the lecture.

The three of Harry stayed here a little longer and had a little rest.

Although they didn't think of any interesting topics, at least Harry didn't continue to tangle about black. Or, in fact, he just temporarily hid those upset thoughts in a corner of his heart.

Soon, it's dinner time.

After filling their stomachs in a hurry, they inadvertently found that Hagrid didn't seem to have come to the hall for dinner.

"Hey! I think we should go and see him!" Ron thought and suggested. "We haven't seen him for a long time!"

"Ah, let's go," said Harry at once. "I can also 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 his gloomy expression.

"Don't worry!" said Harry. "I've figured it out. Marca's right. I should be braver - at least I have to know how to face it!"

So they went back to the dormitory, put on their cloaks, crossed the empty Castle corridor and walked out of the oak gate.

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

It was really cold outside. They felt that the edges of their socks and cloak were wet and frozen.

The Forbidden Forest looked as if it had been enchanted. Every tree was covered with a layer of silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an ice cream frozen over his head.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He should be in the house, isn't he?" said Hermione, shivering under her cloak.

Ron stuck his ear to the wooden door.

"There's a strange sound," he said. "Listen - is it a tooth?"

Harry and Hermione also leaned over and listened. They found low, trembling groans coming from the cabin.

"I think we'd better find someone... Okay?" said Ron uneasily.

"Hagrid!" cried Harry, slapping the wooden door hard. "Hagrid, are you home?"

With a heavy sound of 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 me!" he shouted, then threw himself on Harry and put his hands around Harry's neck.

Hagrid's big, round body was no joke.

Harry almost collapsed under Hagrid's heavy pressure. Fortunately, he was rescued by Ron and Hermione in time - they went under Hagrid's arms and put him up.

Harry helped too, and the three men brought Hagrid back to the hut.

Hagrid let them pull him into a chair and sat down. Then he put his elbow on the edge of the table, covered his face and sobbed uncontrollably.

Soon his face was full of tears, and tears fell on his disheveled beard.

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

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

"What's that, Hagrid?" Harry asked involuntarily.

Hagrid sobbed even more when he heard it. He pushed the letter to Harry. Harry picked up the letter and read it: "Dear Mr. ruber Hagrid: we further investigated the attack of winged animals on students in your class. We accepted Professor Dumbledore's guarantee and found that you are not responsible for this regrettable event..."

"That's not very good, Hagrid!" Ron patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

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

"... however, we must express our concern about this problematic hippopotamus winged beast. We have decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint. Therefore, the matter will be referred to the Committee on the disposal of dangerous organisms."

"A hearing will be held at the committee's London office on April 20, and we will ask you and your Gryphon to attend on that day."

"During this period, the winged Eagle horse should be tied and isolated. Your colleagues... Well, the list of the school board should be followed."

"Oh," said Ron, "but you said Buckbeak wasn't a wicked Gryphon, Hagrid. I bet he'll be fine --"

"You don't know the freaks of the Committee on the disposal of dangerous organisms!" interrupted Hagrid, sobbing, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "They're working with these interesting animals!"

"You must prepare a strong defense, Hagrid." Hermione sat down and put 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 are in the hands of Lucius Malfoy! They're all afraid of him! If I lose the lawsuit, Buckbeak... Oh, poor..."

Hagrid quickly put his finger in his throat, then gave a cry, fell aside, and his face was deeply buried in the bend of his arm.

"I must have read a fishing case of a winged Eagle horse," Hermione said thoughtfully. "In that case, the winged Eagle horse is fine... I'll find it for you, Hagrid, and study it when I find it!"

Hagrid howled louder. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron and expected him to help.

"Oh - how about I make tea?" said Ron.

Harry stared at him.

"That's what my mother does when someone is in a bad mood," Ron muttered with a shrug.

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

"You're right. I can't break down. I must cheer up..."