The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Guilty? Of course not, I never thought the Hippogriff was guilty." Hagrid took a deep breath and started flipping his cards for answers.

This old man is so sinister.

Thanks to Albert's reminder, otherwise he would be led by the nose.

"Then why do you hope to commute the sentence to compensate the victim's medical expenses?" the old wizard asked, all he had to do was convict the hippogriff.

As long as you are guilty, you can be sentenced to death.

Hagrid glanced at the contents of the card in his hand, and was not at all shy about the old wizard's question. Albert even helped him figure out the answer to the question.

"That's just my sympathy for Mr Malfoy and concern for their family's economy."

After speaking, Hagrid glanced at Lucius provocatively, and continued to read the content of the card in his hand, he said louder and louder: "As far as I know, Mr. Lucius Malfoy has spent his money in order to win this appeal. A large sum of Galleons, seems to be a little tight on the money. Of course, this is also a little bit of goodwill on my own to make their lives not too bad. You can think of this as my humanitarian aid, of course, because I don't add much myself. Long, you can only sponsor 50 Galleons."

Albert got this Galleon from Malfoy, and it didn't hurt at all to spend it.

Hagrid's summary of what he meant was to spend money to reconcile, but the money was given very reluctantly.

After Hagrid finished speaking, the aged wizard looked at Lucius Malfoy and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, do you agree with Mr. Hagrid's proposal to settle this matter peacefully and let him compensate you for 50 Galleons."

Hagrid was willing to spend 50 Galleons to quell this matter. It can be seen that he is actually very sincere. After all, Draco Malfoy has not been hurt too much.

If it is an ordinary case, this matter is probably left to finalize the final compensation amount.

The old wizard from the Committee on Disposal of Dangerous Creatures actually hopes to solve the problem in this way, but he also knows that it is almost impossible.

Lucius Malfoy obviously did not intend to let it go, and he spent more than 50 Galleons on this matter.

Lucius Malfoy put so much thought into killing the Hippogriff, not just because his son Draco was injured, but because he wanted to hit Hagrid with it, and make him feel sick. Bullido.

Otherwise, this scene would never have happened.

The feud between Malfoy and Dumbledore originated when Armando Dippet was the headmaster.

The Hogwarts adaptation of the wizarding fairy tale "The Fountain of Good Luck" pantomime's view of wizarding blood.

"I don't agree, gentlemen," said Lucius Malfoy arrogantly. "My son has been greatly hurt, and that mad beast deserves the punishment it deserves."

Dumbledore watched silently. As a witness, he could not participate in this debate, which was one of the reasons why Lucius Malfoy chose Dumbledore as a witness.

Honestly, he was intrigued by how this was going, and Mr. Anderson was clearly well-prepared for Hagrid.

"Can't the compensation of 50 Galleons still quell your anger? Do you want to get more Galleons from me, I really underestimate your greed." Hagrid put a hand card into his pocket.

"The Malfoys won't be short of Galleons from you." Lucius looked at Hagrid with the same eyes as he did. "You should keep those Galleons for yourself!"

"I see. It seems that 50 Galleons can't impress you, so how many Galleons, 500 Galleons or 5000 Galleons do you want?" Hagrid suddenly asked.

Draco Malfoy, who had originally planned to come over to watch Hagrid's jokes, was stunned by Hagrid's chatter.

Was this really the professor of protection of magical creatures he knew?

It's like a different person.

"I really don't understand why you want to protect a crazy hippogriff." Lucius sneered. "Could it be that you actually instructed the hippogriff to hurt people on purpose?"

"Mr. Malfoy, do you have any evidence to prove your accusation?" the old wizard asked, frowning.

"Gentlemen, I think Mr. Malfoy is twisting the facts." Hagrid raised his hand and said, "His son Draco Malfoy was harmed entirely by himself. I have evidence, witnesses, and I have responsible for every word.”

"Before the class, I told all the students: Hippogriffs are very proud and easily lose their temper. Don't humiliate it, or you will be injured or killed."

The old wizard looked at Draco, then looked back at Hagrid, who was chatting, frowning.

"As one of the few wizards who can tame Hippogriffs, I can officially tell you that Hippogriffs do not actively attack wizards. Professor Sylvanos Ketelber and Wilmina Guerra Ms. Purne is an authority on this, and they can testify for me." Hagrid continued, "If you don't think what they say is credible, you can ask Mr. Newt Scamander, he's on this..."

"Hagrid, this proves nothing?" the old wizard interrupted.

"If even the experts can't prove it, who do you think can prove it?" Hagrid asked rhetorically, "Mr. Malfoy who isn't even an expert?"

"The problem is that the beast is hurting, Hagrid, that's the point." The old wizard found Hagrid more difficult than the last time.

If it hadn't been for Lucius' Gallen, he wouldn't want to get involved in this matter at all.

"If someone dares to deliberately reach out and stab the fire dragon in the eye, it would be eaten or burnt to death by the dragon flames." Hagrid said indifferently.

"It's two completely different things."

"I remember when the Hippogriff acknowledged Draco Malfoy and bowed his head to him, Mr Malfoy called it a big ugly beast and that's why he was attacked. It's like someone Dare to reach out and stab the fire dragon in the eye on purpose, why do you do it on purpose when you know it's dangerous?"

"So, we didn't pursue your problem." Lucius said coldly: "What we are discussing now is the Hippogriff attack."

"With all due respect, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, is there something wrong with your son's mind? If he's okay, why bother to provoke a hippogriff, does he think it's funny to take his own life for a joke? ?" Hagrid mocked mercilessly, "If that's the case, you should take him to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, because he may have a problem with his brain, and I'm very worried about whether he will be in class next time. Deliberately reaching out to grab the tail of my hunting dog, and after being bitten by the dog, I will be brought to court."

Lucius put his hand on his son's shoulder and looked at Hagrid with indifferent eyes, the malice in his eyes was about to seep out.

"Hagrid, the hippogriff hurts, and it deserves to be punished."

"I don't remember the Ministry of Magic's law saying that punishment must be put to death in this regard." Hagrid sneered. "Is he still alive, as far as I know? I've been told that our Mr. In three days, I can fight with the hand he claims is badly injured. I can provide witnesses if needed, and there are more than one."

Hagrid was starting to make a fuss. He didn't save anyone else's face at all. He looked at Lucius and sneered, "Don't think you've spent money on my legal counsel, and I can't do anything about it. Before that, I I have already asked him about relevant legal knowledge.”

"It's not against the law for you to kill the Hippogriff, because your son is not dead, let alone seriously injured." Hagrid said, staring at the old wizard, "I can provide evidence for this."

"Hagrid, the hippogriff hurts, and it should be punished," repeated the old wizard.

"Then, can you tell me what the punishment is, shouldn't it be execution again?" Hagrid sneered, and he finally understood why Albert said he couldn't win.

"Since that hippogriff has gone mad, it should be executed to prevent similar accidents from happening again." The old wizard seemed to have spent a lot of effort to finish this sentence.

"Why, I know that you charged Lucius 200 Galleons." Hagrid suddenly said, "But why, this Galleon is not easy to get."

"You are pure slander, how dare you slander the officials of the Ministry of Magic." The old wizard growled angrily.

"Slander, whether there is slander, you know it yourself, don't think I don't know you are his accomplice. I have recorded all the conversations in this trial. Whether it is fair or not, it is left to people to judge." Hagrid said blankly.

"How dare you... no one will believe you."

The old wizard had a bad premonition that Hagrid was acting out of the ordinary, but he had no other way out now.

"Slander, if you don't have it, why should you be afraid?" Hagrid sneered at the old man in front of him. Since his face has been torn apart, there is no need to be polite.

Albert once told him that as long as the trial was recorded, he would have the opportunity to send the old guy in front of him to Azkaban prison in two years.

Although he didn't know the reason, Hagrid wouldn't forgive the bastard who took the money and neglected his duties.

"Now, I declare that the mad hippogriff is guilty, and execute the beheading immediately, and the executioner designated by the committee, Walton McNeill..."

Cough cough, Dumbledore coughed lightly and interjected: "I suggest putting the execution time at night to avoid other students from watching. I don't want my students to see a bloody scene, before that, I will make sure that the eagle The winged beast won't run away. Of course, you can go over there and stare yourself."

"Then execute the execution when the sun goes down." The old wizard gave Hagrid a stern look and said to Dumbledore, "The professor you hired is not sensible."

"He's just too sad." Dumbledore was also very surprised by Hagrid's toughness, and Albert obviously said something to Hagrid.

However, he suspected that the poor old man in front of him might be in danger at night.

(Lucius and Walton McNeil were both Death Eaters)

After Lucius Malfoy left with his son triumphant, Dumbledore said to Hagrid, "You were so excited just now."

"Sorry, but as you should have seen, they don't even want to give Buckbeak a way out." Hagrid took the tranquilizer out of his pocket and took a gulp. "Although Albert has told me about it, I still... well, he's right, cowardice is not desirable. Any Ministry of Magic laws and prohibitions are only for ordinary people who are powerless, And for those who are rich, officials are simply useless."

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore asked, "What else did he say?"

"He just wants me to record the process just now, saying that in two years, the old man just now may be fired for malfeasance, and may even be thrown into Azkaban prison." Hagrid shrugged and took out from his pocket. Take out a round thing, kind of like a memory ball.

"Mr. Anderson made it?" Dumbledore looked at the ball in Hagrid's hand, and had already guessed what it was for.

"Yeah, he gave me this thing."

"It seems that Mr. Anderson has found a solution to this matter." Dumbledore sighed softly, "What a reliable friend."

"I don't know, he didn't say anything." Hagrid shook his head.

"Shameless fall!"

On the wall behind Dumbledore's desk, the portrait of the fat, red-nosed wizard yells, "The Ministry of Magic never did that in my day!"

"The current judicial system is really eye-opening!"

Phineas smiled and said to Dumbledore, "Well, do you regret giving up the position of Minister of Magic, if you became Minister of Magic, maybe the situation would not be so bad."

To be honest, Phineas saw at a glance that the old wizard of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures had taken Lucius Malfoy's Galleon.

"No," said Dumbledore.

"what?"

"Even if I become Minister of Magic, nothing can change." Dumbledore said calmly, "To completely change the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, we need an opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Hagrid repeated in confusion.

"Actually, I'm not quite sure when the opportunity will come, maybe Mr. Anderson knows." Dumbledore knows the situation of the Ministry of Magic very well. Even if he really becomes the Minister of Magic, he can't change it. Instead, he will be delayed by a lot of things. Voldemort's remnants would definitely do their best to cause trouble for him, and they would lose the opportunity to train Harry themselves.

Dumbledore is actually afraid of the temptation of power. He is not sure what he will do when he is in power, so the best way is to stay away from power.

Sometimes, Dumbledore was quite envious of his old friend Tiberius Ogden, and they really had a good time.

Unfortunately, he can't do that yet.

"Maybe, you should take the time to chat with that Mr. Anderson, prophets are not common." A portrait suggested.

"Well, your name is Hagrid, right? If possible, can you ask him to come here? I want to hire that Mr. Anderson to help me with divination." Phineas said suddenly.

"We're dead Phineas," the other portrait reminded.

"I know, but I want to know something."

"I can tell you, but..." Hagrid said, glancing at Dumbledore, "I think Anderson will ask you for a lot of money."