Chapter 170

"... don't worry, you've done everything you should do, and then just wait." Marca said to fudge sitting opposite him.

"But... No one knows what he will do!" said Fudge in the smallest voice he could reach. "I tell you, it's too dangerous!"

"Didn't I say? All you need to do next is wait. There's nothing you need to do." Maka took another sip of butter beer, which added, "as long as you don't show up, he'll never know what you've done, won't he?"

Fudge struggled inside and sighed after a while.

"Well, that's it!" he said helplessly. "I should go back. There are still a lot of things to deal with in the Department. I can't spend all my time drinking."

Maka shrugged and said, "isn't this the life you chose?"

Fudge smiled bitterly. After leaving some silver on the table, he turned and hurried away.

Seeing fudge gone, Maka then took his butter and beer and walked over to a table of students by the door.

"Luna, I'm done - is there anywhere else you want to go?"

The students at this table were all from Ravenclaw college. When he was talking to Luna, a beautiful black haired girl sitting next to Luna smiled at him.

"What were you talking about with fudge just now? It's mysterious..."

This graceful and generous oriental girl is called "Qiu Zhang".

To tell you the truth, as a girl, she is still very popular in Hogwarts.

Her appearance may account for a factor in her popularity, but it is more because of her unique tenderness derived from Oriental blood.

Of course, I have to mention her other identity - the seeker of Ravenclaw Quidditch court team.

Who doesn't like such a beautiful girl who studies well and is good at sports?

ok Now, there's one in front of her.

"Just talking about Azkaban," Maka said casually. "You know, I just came out of it and can give some advice to the Ministry of Magic - that will at least make it less easy for prisoners to escape."

"Oh --" Qiu Zhang sipped his mouth and whispered, "all right."

She actually has many questions to ask Maka. After all, Maka's experience can be regarded as very, very special. However, not everyone has the courage to mention Azkaban.

In fact, Maka talked about it on purpose. What he wanted was to let Qiu Zhang stop asking. He had to hurry up and hang out with Luna, let himself take this opportunity to have a rest, and then go back and continue to do what he could never finish.

Maka and Luna left the door together, and in the other corner, Hermione was standing at an empty table with two Butterbeer and watching them walk out of the door.

"Hey, Hermione - butter beer -"

On one side, Harry, still huddled in the invisibility cloak, whispered and urged. Hermione stuffed a cup in her hand under the invisibility cloak with full anger, and the butter and beer splashed directly on Harry's face.

"Oh -"

"Shut up!" Hermione interrupted Harry's low cry in a very boring tone.

While she was thinking alone, she gulped her cup of butter beer. The sweet and greasy taste stimulated her taste buds, but did not make her mood better.

Poor Harry was ignored again. He didn't understand how Hermione began to be angry again.

After a while, a huge, disheveled back of her head appeared in the crowd, which distracted Hermione a little.

"Hagrid?" she said strangely.

Harry wondered how strange it could be to meet Hagrid in three brooms? When he got up carefully, he found that Hagrid was lowering his body and talking to Professor moody!

Hagrid had his usual large beer in front of him, and moody drank from the curved bottle he carried with him.

Mrs. Rosetta, the beautiful landlady, seemed very dissatisfied with this. She cleaned up the glasses on the table next to her and glanced at Moody.

She probably thought it was an insult to her warm Mead, but Harry knew it wasn't.

In their last defense against the dark arts class, moody told everyone that he would rather prepare food and drinks by himself at any time, because it was so easy for a black wizard to poison an unattended cup.

However, Harry didn't agree with this neurotic habit very much - it would make him look very strange, just like moody in front of him.

Just as Harry looked at them, Hagrid and moody stood up and prepared to leave. Harry waved his hand and then remembered that Hagrid couldn't have seen him at all.

But moody stopped and stared at the corner where Harry was. He patted Hagrid on the back, whispered something to him, then turned back together and walked towards Harry and Hermione's table.

"How are you doing, Hermione?" Hagrid shouted.

"How are you..." Hermione flattened her mouth.

Moody limped around the table and leaned down. Harry thought he was looking at the notebook Hermione had just taken out. Unexpectedly, he whispered, "the invisibility cloak is great, Potter."

Harry was stunned.

"Can your eyes -- I mean, can you --"

"Yes, it can see through the invisibility cloak," moody whispered. "Sometimes it works!"

His words seemed to have a deep meaning, but Harry obviously couldn't hear them.

Hagrid also smiled down at Harry - he must not have seen Harry, but apparently moody told Hagrid he was here.

Hagrid leaned down and pretended to be looking at the notebook. He said in a very low voice that only Harry could hear: "Harry, come to my cabin at twelve o'clock this night... Wearing a invisibility cloak."

Then Hagrid straightened up and shouted, "nice to meet you, Hermione."

He blinked and walked away with moody.

"Why did Hagrid ask me to find him in the middle of the night?" said Harry in great surprise.

"Really?" said Hermione, looking surprised. "I don't know what he wants to do... I don't know if you should go, Harry -"

She looked around uneasily and said in a low voice, "if you don't do it well, you may miss the time to meet Sirius."

At half past eleven, Harry, who had pretended to go to bed early, put on his invisibility cloak and hurried to Hagrid's cabin.

The ground was pitch black. Harry walked along the lawn towards the light from Hagrid's cabin. As he passed the huge carriage of busbarton, he saw that the was also brightly lit, and he could even hear Mrs. Maxim talking in the carriage.

"Here you are, Harry?"

When Hagrid heard the knock, he opened the door, looked around and whispered.

"Yes," said Harry, flashing into the hut and taking off his invisibility cloak from his head, "did you call me... Oh, Marca?"

He was surprised to see that in Hagrid's cabin, Maka was standing next to the table, and on the table in front of him, there were a lot of messy medicine bottles.

"Marca, you're here too? What are you doing?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Me?" Marca pointed behind Harry. "I'm Hagrid's personal image consultant today."

"What consultant?"

Harry was stunned at once. When he looked back, he saw Hagrid's appearance through the light in the room

"Oh - God... No, Merlin is up!" he was surprised by Hagrid at this moment. "I mean... Hagrid... Is that you?"

God knows what Maka did to him!

Hagrid's shaggy hair, hard as a steel wire, was now softly draped over his shoulders, although it was still slightly curled, but it was deliberately made like this.

On Hagrid's body, it was no longer his only furry brown suit. Maka did not know where to get a set of black wizard robes embroidered with patterns and Phnom Penh. Wearing it, Hagrid seemed to be thinner than usual.

Obviously, that makes him look at least not so big and rough.

"That's... well, that's great!" Harry rubbed his eyes. "I almost didn't recognize it - I mean it."

"Put this around your neck and under your armpits," Marca said to Hagrid, putting down the bottle in her hand, picking up another bottle from the table. "Don't be more, just one drop everywhere - can you hear me? Just one drop!"

Hagrid took the medicine bottle and carefully pulled out the cork. Suddenly, an intoxicating strange smell soon filled the whole cabin.

Hagrid and Harry were fascinated by the smell. Only Maka held her breath in advance, there was no way to get rid of her own potion by-product.

He clapped his hands hard and woke Hagrid and Harry up. Then he motioned, "look, it will be bad to use too much... But it will make you understand its function better."

"Is this an ecstasy?" Hagrid asked subconsciously.

But Maka shook her head.

"No, it just smells very good. It's a kind of olfactory enjoyment at best," Marca gasped with her nose and mouth, and then urged, "all right, paint it quickly... Remember, only one drop per place, up to five drops in total."

After Hagrid finished, Maka took the bottle on the table back to the medicine bag around her waist.

"Are you ready? Let's go!" he said as he cleaned up.

"Oh yes! Hagrid, what are you going to show me?" Harry finally remembered his purpose.

"Come with me and keep quiet... Harry, cover your body with a invisibility cloak," said Hagrid. "We don't take our teeth, it won't like..."