Chapter 130

"Don't - hit - open!" she shouted in a strange voice, both male and female, with a ferocious face.

The sound was like a suffocated person crying for help, or a dying person wailing. If a normal person saw it, he would be frightened and tremble.

But Maka just frowned and tried to capture some useful information.

At the next moment, Trelawney returned to her previous dazed look. She stared at Marca with a confused expression.

Marca put some ointment on her hand and shook it in front of her. Of course, the focus must be in front of her nose.

"Professor? Professor Trelawney?" Marca shouted. "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh - sorry, I seem to feel a little sleepy -" Trelawney woke up a little, and she hesitated. "Where have we been?"

"We're finished," Maka said casually, "but I saw you dozing off, so I couldn't help waking you up - there are many students waiting for the exam!"

"Ah! Yes, thank you..." she looked down at Maka's record sheet, then nodded, "then go down first! Remember, you can't tell others what you see from the crystal ball... Otherwise something terrible will happen."

Marka nodded casually and walked quickly outside - he had to go to Hagrid's cabin to have a look.

After leaving the classroom, he conveniently put away the magic medicine bottle again.

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

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When Maka came to the lawn in front of the castle, if he looked back, he just saw a group of men walking down the stone steps of the castle.

Walking ahead was Dumbledore, his silver beard shining in the afterglow of the sunset.

Next to Dumbledore was Cornell fudge, followed by the old and frail committee member and executioner McNeil.

Meanwhile, in Hagrid's cabin

"You must go," said Hagrid, shaking from head to foot. "They must not find you here... Go, now..."

Hermione picked up the invisibility cloak on the sofa.

"I'll show you through the back," said Hagrid.

They followed him to the door leading to the back garden. Harry felt as if he were 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. He seemed to know something was going to happen. He was turning his head around and nervously planing the ground with his claws.

"It's all right, bick," said Hagrid gently. "It's all right..." he turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Let's go, let's go..."

But Harry, they don't want to move.

"Hagrid, we can't --"

"We need to tell them the truth."

"They can't kill it!"

The three hurried to say something, as if they couldn't bear to accept the reality.

"Go!" Hagrid said angrily. "If you are in trouble, things will be worse!"

They found that they seemed to have no choice.

Hermione put the invisibility cloak over Harry and Ron's head when they heard a voice outside the hut.

Hagrid looked at the place where they had just disappeared and urged, "go!" he said hoarsely, "don't listen..."

Then he walked slowly back to the hut - someone was already knocking on his door.

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

"We should have a way," Hermione's voice trembled. "They can't, they can't... what should we do --"

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

"... is there anyone else who can do anything?" she said. "I think... Um, Marca?"

"Yes! I saw Marca talking to the executioner before --" said Harry. "But what's the use? Just talking..."

"No, listen... It's Marca's voice!" Hermione waved to Harry and pointed to the cabin.

All three could not help sticking their ears to the wall.

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

"It's all right. This is the content of the course of protecting magical biology. Mr. McLean applied on his own initiative," Dumbledore said. "I believe he knows what he wants to do - this is a reasonable application for excellent students in Hogwarts."

In fact, today's fudge really doesn't treat Maka as an ordinary student.

He had heard the report of the war in Hogsmeade village that night. Although the news was still blocked, Maka's strength had surprised all those who knew it.

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

"Minister, I won't disturb the execution process," Maka continued. "I need to observe the physiological structure of magical creatures, which is very helpful for my study."

"All right, all right! So, Walton, let Mr. McLean take a look with you," said Fudge, looking unchanged at Walton McNeil, the executioner standing by the door.

"Yes," McNeil nodded. He replied coldly.

"Well..." fudge took out a piece of material and read it out, "the Committee for the disposal of dangerous organisms decided that Buckbeak, a winged Eagle horse, hereinafter referred to as the convicted person, should be executed at sunset on June 6..."

"... beheading shall be carried out in accordance with the procedure by Walton McNeil, the executioner designated by the Committee."

After fudge described the execution process again, he asked Hagrid, "shall we take away the body of the convicted person after execution, or --"

"No, i... I want to be with it... I can't let it be alone..." Hagrid wrinkled his nose, and the tears in his eyes could not help but flow down his cheeks as if the gate had been opened.

"Of course," fudge nodded, looked out of the window and said, "it's almost time. Let's start the execution!"

Just as he was greeting some people to go back to the garden, Dumbledore suddenly opened his mouth.

"I think we'd better hurry up and talk about the case - time is tight and we have to hurry."

"Oh -" fudge thought, "that's true. I'm here mainly for this purpose - you go to implement the process, and I'll stay in the house and wait for you."

For the case in Hogsmeade village, Fudge hasn't slept well for several days.

In recent years, the British magic world has been very stable. On that night, one of the first Aurors had died in the St. Mungo magic injury hospital because of his severe injury.

The number of civilian wizards killed by accidental attacks reached three.

As for the injured, there are more than a dozen people who have been identified. It has to be said whether they have not been found.

It can be said that compared with dealing with an animal, this is a big case that makes people anxious!

When Hagrid and Maka followed the two men to the back garden, in Hagrid's surprised eyes, the old committee member took the back door of the cabin.

After he looked at each other with the executioners McNeil and Marka, Marka nodded calmly.

"Hagrid, you take Buckbeak to the forbidden forest first and find a place to fasten it," Maka said suddenly. "Remember, fasten it... And come back as soon as possible."

Hagrid, who was still sobbing, was stunned and looked at Maka for some unknown reason.

But Maka just waved her hand casually and motioned him to do as he said.

Hagrid couldn't help glancing at the two men sent by the committee, but they didn't care about him at all. McNeil leaned against the wall of the hut and wiped his axe with a rag; The old man pretended to look at the sunset and seemed to wonder whether he would rise again the next day like the setting sun.

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

But he can't care so much - Buckbeak may not have to die. What Maka did must be so!

He untied the rope that tied Buckbeak and pulled it desperately to the forbidden forest.

"The sooner the better. We have to get bick out of here earlier!" Hagrid had only such an idea in his mind at the moment.

Maka glanced at Hagrid's back, then pulled out her wand, picked some pumpkins large enough from the ground and gathered them together with the floating spell.

Then, under the effect of a metamorphosis, the pile of pumpkins soon became a winged animal with its head cut off.

The bloodshed was as like as two peas.

"McNeil, can you learn the sound of hawks and horses?" Marca turned back and asked casually.

McNeil, the executioner, couldn't help pumping his mouth.

"Mr. McLean," he explained dryly, "if you cut smoothly, there will be no scream..."

Maka looked at the corpse on the ground and subconsciously glanced at McNeil's neck. She felt that she had learned a useful new knowledge.

When Hagrid hurried back again, Maka ignored him, stared at the separated body on the ground, pulled his sleeve and walked into the wooden house with the other two.

"I think, Hagrid, you'll have to cry a little longer," he kindly suggested.

Hagrid twisted his mouth and found that he couldn't cry anymore. He had to shake his head.

"Clear spring is like water."

Maka raised her wand and suddenly a stream of clear spring water came out of thin air and sprayed Hagrid's face. Even the front of his clothes was wet.