Chapter 297： Christmas gift

Chapter 297

"Listen, Hagrid." Harry encouraged. "You can't just give up. Buckbeak is counting on you. Hermione is right. You can prepare your defense, and you can let us be witnesses."

Hermione pondered for a moment and remembered, she said affirmatively, "I have read an assault on a eagle-headed horse-winged beast. In the case, it was not punished. I will find it for you, Hagrid , We can study these cases carefully."

Hagrid cried louder, like a sad child.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. They both looked at Ron, hoping that he could find a way. After all, his family had many children, maybe he had taken care of children.

"May I make a cup of tea?" Ron said uncertainly.

Harry glared at him, this is the way.

"Mom did this when someone in the family was in a bad mood." Ron shrugged, so-called muttering.

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In the end, they brewed a hot pot of strong tea, and assured them that Buckbeak would be fine, and Hagrid gradually slowed down.

He wiped his nose with a handkerchief like a tablecloth, and said, "You are right, Buckbeak counts on me, I can't break down, I should cheer up."

"I've been very wrong lately," Hagrid said. "I'm always worried about Buckbeak. Besides, no one likes my class."

"We like it all." Hermione lied immediately.

"Yeah, your class is great." Ron said insincerely. He pretended to be interested and asked, "Oh, right, Flobber caterpillar?"

"It's dead," Hagrid said gloomily. "It ate too much lettuce in class and it's dying."

"Oh, no!" Ron said, desperately restraining his laughter, his shoulders heaving slightly.

"The dementors who wandered around recently made me upset." Hagrid said in a panic, his body trembling slightly.

"I seldom go to the Three Broomsticks Tavern to drink recently. I need to pass by them to get there, and passing by them always reminds me of Azkaban."

He couldn't stop, he seemed to think of terrible things, sipping hot tea. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked at him holding their breaths, and asked curiously, "It's scary there, right."

"You can imagine it." Hagrid said calmly. "It's different from everywhere. I almost went crazy. There are terrible things in my mind. The day I was expelled from Hogwarts. The day where Dad died was the most terrible thing the day I let Norber go."

"As long as you stay there for a while, you are no one at all. You don't mean to live. Every day is a tedious torment. You will want to sleep like this and never wake up again."

"When they let me out, it seemed like I was alive again. The world has colors again, and everything can be remembered. It is simply the most wonderful thing in the world."

He said in a horrified tone, "But the Dementor is not willing to let me go."

"But you're not guilty?" Hermione asked puzzledly. The truth had already been revealed by then, and the Dementor had no reason to keep Hagrid.

Hagrid snorted and said angrily, "Do you think they care about these? They don't care. They stay with more than two hundred people, just to completely **** up the happiness of these people, they don't care about them. People are guilty and not guilty."

"Can this be?" Hermione covered her mouth and looked at Hagrid in surprise. The Dementors were so evil, which was completely different from what she had thought. She at least thought they were part of the Ministry of Magic.

"It won't be like this, otherwise it will be treated as hell." Hagrid looked down at his tea and continued, "I thought of letting Buckbeak go free, let it fly away, let it hide. But you A eagle-headed horse with winged beast explained clearly, tell it how to hide?"

He raised his head and looked at everyone, tears constantly falling from his face, "And—and I'm afraid, I'm afraid of breaking the law, I don't want to go back to the ghost place of Azkaban."

Hagrid's fragility and sadness caused everyone to fall into silence. Hagrid was a very stupid person who lacked common sense. He rarely cares about things, but now the dementors have scared him a little sensible. This is not a good thing or a bad thing. Everyone should not comfort him.

The experience of going to Hagrid’s Hut was far from delightful, but it had the effect Ron had hoped. He immediately had a reason to go to the library with Hermione to check the materials, to help Hagrid win the Buckbeak lawsuit, he didn't need to train with Harry every day.

Harry had to follow them to the library to help find materials, and the rhythm of training could only slow down.

Days slowly, day after day, Christmas is here.

The castle is filled with a festive atmosphere. Although there are few students staying in school, there are a lot of decorations and atmospheres that are customary for Christmas.

The hallway is covered with thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe. The armor of the hallway reveals a mysterious brilliance. Twelve beautiful Christmas trees decorate the auditorium. The trees are dotted with golden and silver dots of stars and moons, and there is a strong and inviting smell of food everywhere.

On Christmas morning, Ron threw a pillow to wake Harry excitedly.

"Hey, get up and look at the present!" Ron slapped his bed and cried out in a fuss.

Harry reached for the glasses he found on the bedside table, put it on, and looked at the side of the bed in the half-bright light, where a pile of packages had appeared.

Ron was holding a long broom, stroking affectionately, "Hahahaha, this is the light wheel 2000 that George gave me." He smiled foolishly, his mouth shut from ear to ear with joy, and his saliva almost fell. Down.

Harry got up immediately, and began to unpack the gift package.

"Weasley gave him a scarlet hooded leather coat she made by herself. The front of the coat is woven with Gryffindor's college lion, which looks majestic. There is also a big bag of beef patties she baked, some Christmas cakes, some peanut candies."

Put down Weasley's gift A long, thin package caught Harry's attention.

Its length is eye-catching, and it looks like a broomstick. But George has already given him a light wheel 2000, and no one will send him a broomstick.

Ron checked Harry's condition. He looked at the long and thin package and said curiously, "Open it and take a look."

Harry tore open the package with wings, and a beautiful, sparkling broomstick appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him incredible.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 297

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