Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 340: Hagrid and Buckbeak

After breakfast, Changchu went to the school infirmary on the second floor with Hermione and Ron who came to the auditorium for breakfast together, and they were going to visit Harry to see if he was better. And Wright did not go upstairs with them, not because he wanted to return to Busbarton in France immediately, but because he wanted to find another person to help deal with the two goats that drank the super concentrated poison of the Great Lake of the corpse: Pei Qi and Sean.

"Boom!"

Wright knocked on the door of the wooden house in front of him, and said loudly, "Is our professor of Protecting Magical Creatures in there? Your students need your help if they have something to do."

But there was no sound coming from the cabin, not even the barking of the dog, it seemed that Hagrid and Yaya were not inside at this time.

"Boom boom."

Wright reached out and knocked on the door again, and asked, "Professor Hagrid, are you in there? Hagrid?"

In Hogwarts, except for those activities that need to avoid Dumbledore and other professors, Wright generally didn't turn on his shadow perception very much, so he can't be sure about Hagrid now. Was it really not there, or just fell asleep and didn't wake up.

There is still no response from the cabin.

Wright closed his eyes, and a subtle shadow energy slid away from his feet, got into the wooden house through the crack in the door, and quickly returned the scene of the house to his mind.

The decoration in Hagrid’s wooden house is the same as when Wright came before. There are some ashes that emit residual heat in the fireless fireplace. A huge copper kettle is placed on the embers, and the spout is facing outward. There was a whirl of white steam.

"It seems that Hagrid should have left with Fang, and it hasn't been long since." Wright opened his eyes and judged in his heart, "I just don't know if he went to the forbidden forest or went to the school clinic to visit Harry."

He lowered his head and glanced at the suitcase lying on the floor next to him.

When they came back last night, Page and Sean hadn't shown any strange symptoms. Wright put them together with the idea that walking with sheep in school is a rather strange thing. Bring it back to Hogwarts' suitcase. So even Changchu, who spent nearly an hour in his dormitory in the morning, didn't know that there were two strange goats in the same dormitory.

There is nothing important about it right now, and there is no need to rush to visit Harry in the school infirmary. Wright is going to take the two lambs out first to see if anything has happened to them all night.

Just as Wright was about to enter the suitcase, a rough and generous voice suddenly came from a distance: "That kid? Who are you? Why are you in front of my house?"

Along with it, there are waves of barking dogs.

Wright turned his head, and Hagrid, who was holding Fang, appeared in his line of sight.

I haven’t seen it for a few months. Hagrid’s appearance has not changed. He is still a huge fur coat. His face is almost completely covered by tousled long hair and thick beards, revealing a pair of shiny. s eyes.

It's just that, why is the club in his hand so familiar?

"Hagrid!" Wright waved in the direction of Hagrid.

"Wright?" Hagrid heard who the owner of the voice was. He raised a happy expression on his face, and ran toward the wooden house quickly, "Why did you come to me?"

When Hagrid walked in a little bit, Wright could fully see the thing in Hagrid's hand that he had just mistakenly thought was a club.

Isn't that the wand he tried at the Ollivander Wand Shop before?

Wright still remembers Ollivander’s description of the wand at the time: English oak, troll whisker core, five feet long, suitable for powerful wizards.

There is probably no wizard stronger than Hagrid’s body in the world, right?

Huh! wrong! Although the specific data is not clear, from the naked eye, Mrs. Maxim's height is probably much higher than Hagrid...

Then if they get married after the two of them, when the domestic violence occurs, should it hurt more with the fist or the magic wand?

Poor Hagrid didn’t know yet. During this short distance he walked over, Wright had already made up in his mind a "Hagrid was brutally beaten by domestic violence, his eyes were black and his beard was scorched". Big show.

"Wright, come in!" The enthusiastic Hegla opened the door of the wooden house and invited Wright in, "Want to have tea? Let me see, oh! The teapot is still hot! Come and drink some Warm up with hot tea! Would you like some rock cakes too?"

Hagrid put a handful of bright yellow, centipede-like flowers that he had just picked on the table, and walked over to the fireplace to check.

"A cup of hot water will be fine. I just finished breakfast." Wright politely rejected Hagrid’s refreshment meal. He then immediately asked, "Hagrid, where did you go just now? It doesn't seem to come from the direction of the castle."

Hagrid brought the teapot over~IndoMTL.com~ poured Wright a cup of steaming white water, and said, "I just came out of the forbidden forest. I'll take a look at Buckbeak."

"Buckbeak?"

"Buckbeak is a eagle-headed horse with wings." Hagrid said while stroking his beard, "Wright, you don't know, I brought it out in the first class on protecting magical creatures. ."

"The first class? What grade is it in?"

"The students who just entered the third grade are in the same grade as Harry." Hagrid said, "Some students like it very much, such as Harry and the others; but some bad students don’t respect Buckbeak at all, and they are I gave a severe lesson."

"It's all right?" Wright asked.

"It looks serious," Hagrid said nervously, "but I think Madam Pomfrey should be able to heal Malfoy right away, but he has been wearing bandages lately."

"What about the specific injury?"

Hagrid pointed to his right arm and swiped his finger from top to bottom: "Buckbeak's claw scratched his arm and it shed a lot of blood..."

"Don't worry, Hagrid." Wright comforted. "Although the eagle-headed horse-body winged beast has a strong body, it does not have any outstanding magical abilities. This kind of scratching is easy to solve. According to my experience , Madam Pomfrey can definitely heal this injury in less than an hour."

Hagrid couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"But don't take it too lightly." Wright continued. "Draco Malfoy would have been healed a long time ago, but he is still wearing a bandage. He must be thinking about something bad."

"Yes!" Hagrid nodded and said, "The Malfoys are all from Slytherin College! They must not be good people!"