Chapter 106

A cup of hot tea can really ease people's mood a little. At least Hagrid didn't continue to wipe his tears.

Just then, a voice came from a corner of Hagrid's cabin, and Harry, Ron and Hermione turned quickly - it was Buckbeak!

It was lying in the corner, chewing something, making the floor dripping with blood.

"... I can't tie it in the snow with a rope!" Hagrid sniffed. "... alone on a good Christmas!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

They had never seen this face-to-face with Hagrid, which Hagrid called "interesting 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.

Toothy timidly came out from under the table and put his head on Hagrid's knee.

"I've been wrong lately," Hagrid said, stroking his teeth with one hand and touching his face with the other. "I'm worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class..."

"We like it!" Hermione told a serious lie.

"Yes, your class is great!" Ron echoed. "Oh - how are those flebber caterpillars?"

"I almost died," Hagrid said gloomily. "Maybe I ate too much lettuce, and Maka fed them some anti food medicine..."

"Marca?" Harry wondered.

"Yes, Marca seems to like them very much..." Hagrid said a little happily. "He knows them."

"I guess Marca is for the mucus secreted by the flebber caterpillar - it's a natural pharmaceutical thickener," Hermione whispered behind Harry.

"Also, those Dementors upset me," Hagrid said suddenly. "Every time I want to go to three brooms for a drink, I have to walk in front of them, as if I had returned to Azkaban..."

At this point, he immediately stopped talking and began to drink tea.

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

"You mean you went in there?" Ron said in surprise.

"Yes, once," Hagrid said vaguely.

The time he said 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 50 years ago, he had to stay in Azkaban for a few weeks when the chamber of Secrets happened frequently last semester. He was not acquitted until the end of the chamber of secrets.

But besides him and Dumbledore, Marca, who had overheard outside the cabin, knew something about it.

At the moment, Harry and they all thought that Hagrid had only visited someone in Azkaban!

After a short silence, Hermione asked cautiously, "is it terrible there, Hagrid?"

"Of course, you can't imagine," said Hagrid calmly. "It's... Really terrible."

"The prisoners there don't know who they are after a while. And you don't know what it means to live... Moreover, Dementors themselves don't want to let anyone leave, so they won't care if you commit a crime."

Hagrid was quiet for a few moments, staring at his tea. Then he said calmly, "I thought about letting Buckbeak go... I wanted it to fly away... But how can you explain to a winged Eagle horse 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."

Hagrid's trip to the cabin was far from interesting, but at least it distracted Harry.

Although Harry has never forgotten black, if he wants to help Hagrid win the lawsuit against the Committee on the disposal of dangerous organisms, he can't always think about revenge.

Harry and the three of them went to the library on their way back. When they returned to the empty common room, their arms were full of books - which might help prepare the defense for Buckbeak.

The three men sat in front of the vigorous fire and slowly turned over the dusty files.

They are all famous cases about the protection of magical creatures. When they see the relevant situation, they occasionally talk. Everyone really wanted to help poor Hagrid.

While Harry and they were dealing with those old files, Marca was also working hard for some magical creatures.

Yes, after nearly two months of "blind" cultivation, alagok's wife mossag was finally pregnant again.

Maka, however, has recently become a full-time nanny for mossag.

He prepared a lot of fetal protection measures for this special pregnant woman in order to enable her to successfully produce the first batch of blood transformed babies.

But as we all know, women are always grumpy during pregnancy.

"Mossag, it's time to take nutrients."

"Click click click..."

"Sorry, I know you're in a bad mood, but -"

"Click click click..."

"Well, well, then in a little while."

"Click click click..."

"OK, ok... I'll go out first..."

Maka retreated from aragog's nest. He saw aragog waiting at the mouth of the cave!

"As I said, she has a bad temper recently, and I don't go in much," he murmured with his eyes closed.

"Maybe that's right, but we have to pay attention to protecting the children in her belly... Everyone is healthy." Maka spread her hands.

"Yes!" aragok sighed with great humanization. "You're right. I'll try again later."

Around the nest, thousands of eight eyed giant spiders are close to each other, trying to get ahead - they are also interested in their new partner.

However, due to alagok's majesty, they can only maintain a certain distance.

"By the way, aragok," Maka suddenly turned her head and asked, "do you know what else lives in the forest?"

"There are many! Like a three headed dog, some Thestrals, and unicorns... Of course, there are several horse tribes," said aragock. "Some time ago, there was an iron pimple, like a carriage, but with four wheels, running around in the forest."

Maka immediately guessed that it must be the flying car driven by Ron and them last semester.

"... but if you go deeper, it's on the other side near the mountains. It's a place where there are no living creatures," aragok continued. "There's a rumor in the woods that there are some giant dragons living on the mountains!"

It was mysterious and said, "not those little lizards who can only spit fire, but the real dragon!"

"Dragons?" said Maka. "Aren't they extinct in ancient times?"

The Dragon they call is a big guy with a body length of more than 300 feet. Although the time has passed for too long and there are many missing data, their existence always appears in the murals left by some ancient wizards.

"I'm not sure," aragock said. "You know, dragons like to sleep. As long as they don't move, no one knows whether there is any on the mountain..."

"But just because this rumor continues, it's safe at the foot of the mountain -" it added, "so I'm going to move my nest. You know, I've been observing the situation there over the years, but nothing has happened."

"They'd better not move all their life," Marca shook her head. "If they run out now, I guess no one can take them."

Maka was telling the truth this time. He was not interested in powerful creatures that made ancient wizards headache. You know, now the magic world is developing in the direction of life and peace, and its combat ability has long been much worse than before.

He thinks there's nothing wrong with this. After all, the real battle is to kill people, and peace is the ultimate goal that people pursue

Generally speaking, mossag is in good condition, at least the baby in her belly is normal. After aragok took the nutrient to mosag, Maka went back.

That night, everything was calm and Maka had a good sleep.

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

In other parts of the castle, the usual magnificent decorations for Christmas were done, although few students stayed in school.

Thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe hung along the corridor, and mysterious lights appeared in each pair of armor.

As usual, there are twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium, shining with golden stars. The corridor is full of strong and attractive food fragrance.

The smell was so strong that even the spots stuck their nose out of Ron's pocket, the shelter, and sniffed it hopefully.

All the signs showed that Christmas was coming.

But Maka did not slow down the teaching progress of his curse class.

In his eyes, Harry's half hanging patron saint curse was obviously not enough. He urged them to train every day, and the Dementor changed a new one every day - which could ensure that Harry and his subjects were energetic every day!

The effect of this continuous training mode was really good. Until the fourth day, even Ron successfully summoned his patron saint.

"Oh! Look! I did it!" cried Ron cheerfully.

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

Probably because Ron's patron saint state is not very stable, we can't see what it is until he is more proficient.

But at least one dog, it didn't run away.

"The appearance of the patron saint is related to your character and experience. You can refer to each other, which can make you more clear about your heart," Maka explained, "so that you can skillfully use the patron saint mantra."