HP Magic Biography

On weekend afternoons, the sky was a little depressing, dark gray clouds curled up with cold wind, washing the Hogwarts sky side by side.

Hagrid’s mood seems to be as depressed as the sky. Today is the weekend. This is not good news. At least Hagrid doesn’t like it very much. Even though the time on weekends is at his disposal, he doesn’t have to go to classes or wait for those damned Caterpillar, but...

Hagrid got up very early today, as if nothing had happened. Hagrid got up and put on his moleskin leather jacket. First he cleaned out all the debris in the room, and then put the teeth in The food that he needed was poured into Yaya's food bowl.

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid began his usual work, patrolling the Forbidden Forest, and Prestige Nobo. After the work of the Forbidden Forest was completed, Harry returned to his cabin. He began to wipe his crossbows. Wiping very carefully. He wiped every arrow very brightly. He used a lot of care oil, which is a very good thing for weapons.

He wiped it until noon, until he saw through the window of the wooden house that the carriage of the Ministry of Magic passed through the lawn in front of the castle, Hagrid's hand trembled inadvertently, and the sharp blade cut Hagrid's palm in one fell swoop. , But Hagrid didn't care at all. He just looked at the paddock in front of the wooden house in silence, and Buckbeak was lying in the pile of pumpkins.

Fanlin just helped Neville solve his potion homework. Hermione was very busy, so the task fell on Fanlin’s shoulders without letting it go. In Hermione’s words, Neville was his roommate. Lin can't let Neville leave.

Of course, Fanlin's poor rest time was so deprived.

The leather jacket without a lunch break is undoubtedly painful. Just after a little bit, Fanlin's eyelids started to fight, which made Fanlin's spirit very bad.

"No!" Fan Lin suddenly came to his senses. He stood up in a hurry, and condensed some ice water with his wand. The cold feeling was a sign of tingling, but as long as he could become sober.

He has made an appointment with Sirius. Today's opportunity is not to be missed. I don't know how Harry moved Ron. At least, Ron agreed to go out with them. This is undoubtedly good news.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked, and she looked like water drops when Fanlin came back.

"Fortunately, it's just a little sleepy." Fanlin said, he wiped his face clean with a towel, while Neville was stunned. He raised the potion homework in his hand a little awkwardly.

"I'm still not here... I didn't do it right..."

"No..." Fanlin looked at Neville speechlessly. Neville's character must be changed. Fanlin wondered if Neville would be scared to death when he went to the playground.

"Vanlin...Hermione..." Harry's voice came from the door. Ron was beside him. The two people have been guarding outside since today. Just like Hagrid, they didn't want to see the Ministry of Magic. Carriage.

In fact, since the Sirius incident, the Ministry of Magic’s carriage has frequently visited Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. Originally, Harry was still looking forward to the successful arrest of Sirius by the Ministry’s carriage. news.

However, this time it turned out to be an executioner in a black robe, just like those executioners in the Middle Ages, the black one-piece robe, the pointed hat tip, and there is nothing in the eye sockets of the two black holes. The color of people, especially his mobile phone with a long-handled steel axe, the sharp axe was dazzling, Harry found it very dazzling, and the most unbearable thing was that the executioner with hollow eyes faced him. When he was still smiling nervously.

"They're here?" Fanlin asked, his heart also tightened suddenly. He suddenly felt that it didn't seem to be that important that Peter could not be caught. At least, Buckbeak was better than Peter in Fanlin's heart. Much more important.

"Yes." Harry nodded, while Ron remained silent. Fanlin noticed that Ron's pockets were still bulging, and their goal was there.

"Let's go, Hagrid must be uncomfortable." Hermione said, and she put her book in Van Lin's pocket.

"Sorry Neville... I think... I'll teach you next time..." Fanlin said apologetically, while Neville waved his hands nervously as usual, he always did.

A few people quickly walked through the auditorium. Inside the gate, the executioner was still polishing his beloved weapon with a whetstone. The whole gate was clashed with friction, so the girl felt very uncomfortable, and the girl was holding it in one hand. Fanlin, her hands were cold, and Hermione didn't even dare to take another look in the direction of the executioner.

They walked to Hagrid's cabin and knocked on the door. It took a minute for him to open the door, Hagrid's mental state looked a little dazed, and a smile was barely squeezed from the corner of his mouth.

"You are still here," Hagrid said bitterly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Let's go in first." Hermione said, and Ron walked out just now. He looked pale and glanced at Hagrid. The last time he didn't see Hagrid, he felt very guilty.

"Ron... I'm so happy to meet you, it seems that there is no conflict between you," Hagrid said. "Come in, I just prepared some tea."

Ron was embarrassed and took a peek at Fanlin and the others, but no one showed a different look, which made Ron quietly relieved.

Hagrid did not cry this time, nor did he pounce on them and wrap his arms around their necks. He looked like someone who didn't know where he was or what he should do. Seeing this helpless situation is worse than seeing tears.

"Where is Buckbeak, Hagrid?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"I... I took it outside just now," Hagrid said, splashing all over the table while pouring the milk into the jar. "Tie it to my pumpkin patch with a rope. I think it should look at the trees and... breathe fresh air-in it..." Hagrid's hands shook so badly that the milk jug fell from his hands to the ground. Broken into pieces. "I'm coming, Hagrid." Hermione said quickly, walking hurriedly to take up the endgame. "There is still a jar in the cupboard," Hagrid said as he sat down and wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

"Dumbledore didn't do anything?" Ron asked, sympathizing with Hagrid as much as he sympathized with himself.

"He worked hard," Hagrid said. "He has no power to control the committee. He told them that Buckbeak was not dangerous, but they were afraid...you know what Lucius Malfoy is like...threaten them, I Thinking...and the executioner, McNeil, he is Malfoy's old companion...but the execution will be quick and clean...and I will be by its side..."

Hagrid swallowed. His eyes looked around in the hut, as if looking for ray of hope or comfort.

"Dumbledore also said that he will be here with me when that moment arrives today. I told Harry and the others the last time..."

Hearing this, several people were a little embarrassed, after all, Hagrid's repeated mentions still couldn't make several people selectively forget.

Hermione had been looking for another milk jug in Hagrid's cupboard, then sobbed lowly, and immediately held back. She straightened up with the new jar, desperately holding back tears.

"We are with you too, Hagrid." She started, but Hagrid shook his coarse, shaggy head.

"You should go back to the castle. Tell you. I don't want you to watch the execution. And anyway, you shouldn't be here... If Fudge and Dumbledore run into you leaving the castle without permission, Harry, you are in serious trouble."

Now Hermione was crying silently, but to prevent Hagrid from seeing it, she was busy preparing tea.

"Hurry up after you drink the tea, I really..." Hagrid choked a little, he silently buried his mouth in the tea, the pain caused by the hot tea seemed to make him feel more comfortable.

However, Dumbledore did not let them wait too long, and was silent for a while. At dusk, the direction of the castle finally moved.

Hagrid was the first to find out. He had been watching the direction of the castle. In fact, Hagrid would still be there in a daze if a stone hadn't smashed his window.

After the cracking sound, Hagrid stood up suddenly, staring out the window. His face was ruddy, but now it is the color of parchment. "They're here..." Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Fanlin all turned quickly.

In the distance, a group of men are walking down the stone steps of the castle. Walking ahead was Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun. Next to him was Cornelius Fudge, followed by an elderly and frail committee member and executioner McNeill.

"You must go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hagrid said, trembling every inch from head to toe, "We must not let them find you are here... let's go, now..."

"Hagrid, we want to accompany you!" Harry said, but Hagrid shook his head very firmly. He didn't want Harry and the others to see such a cruel picture. This kind of experience was unacceptable to him, but He always has to face it.

"You go out the back door..." Hagrid said. He pointed his finger at the back door of the wooden house, where he went out to the pumpkin field where Buckbeak was tied.

"Hagrid, I think we can have a good talk with Mr. Cornelius Fudge, he is still very kind, I used magic outside the school and they didn't do anything to me..."

"Harry...Stop talking." Fanlin shook his head, Hagrid sighed and closed the back door heavily as he was about to welcome Dumbledore.

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