Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 105: Spider nanny

　　A cup of hot tea can really relieve people's mood a little, and Hagrid at least didn't wipe the tears anymore.

　　 Just then, a voice suddenly came from a corner of Hagrid's cabin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around quickly—that's Buckbeak!. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

　　 It was lying in the corner of the room, chewing on something, causing blood to drip everywhere on the floor.

　　 "...I can't tie it to the snow with a rope!" Hagrid sniffed and said, "...I'll be alone on a good Christmas!"

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

　　 They had never seen this face-to-face with Hagrid, what Hagrid called "funny animals" and others called "terrible monsters".

　　 On the other hand, Buckbeak does not seem to mean anything to hurt people—in fact, according to Hagrid’s usual standards, it must be cute.

　　 Yaya came out from under the table timidly, and leaned his head on Hagrid's knee.

　　 "I haven't been right recently," Hagrid stroked his teeth with one hand and touched his face with the other. "I'm worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class..."

　　 "We like it!" Hermione said nonsense seriously.

　　 "Yeah, your class is awesome!" Ron also echoed, "Oh-how about those Flobber caterpillars?"

　　 "Almost died," Hagrid said gloomily, "Probably because the lettuce was eaten too much, Maca gave them some digestive medicine..."

　　 "Maca?" Harry said in a puzzled way.

　　 "Yeah, Maca seems to like them..." Hagrid said a little happily, "He understands them."

　　 "I guess the maca is for the mucus secreted by the Flobber caterpillar-it's a natural potion thickener." Hermione explained quietly behind Harry.

　　"Also, those dementors also upset me," Hagrid suddenly changed the subject, "Every time I want to go to the three broomsticks for a drink, I have to pass in front of them, as if I'm back Arriving in Azkaban..."

　　Speaking of this, he immediately stopped the conversation and began to gulp the tea.

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at him with wide-open eyes—they had never heard Hagrid mention that he had been in Azkaban before.

　　 "You mean, where did you go in?" Ron said in surprise.

　　 "Yeah, I've been there once." Hagrid said vaguely.

　　 The time he said it was naturally the time Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic when the secret room was opened last semester.

　　Because Hagrid was framed by Tom Riddle fifty years ago, he had to stay in Azkaban for a few weeks when the secret room incident occurred frequently last semester, until the end of the secret room incident. Was acquitted.

　　 But apart from him and Dumbledore, Maca, who had eavesdropped outside the hut, knew a little about this.

　　At this moment, Harry and they both thought that Hagrid had just visited someone in Azkaban!

　　 After a short silence, Hermione asked carefully, "Is it scary there, Hagrid?"

　　 "Of course, you can't imagine it," Hagrid said calmly, "it's...it's terrible there."

　　"The prisoners there won’t know who they are after a while. And you don’t know what it means to be alive... Moreover, the dementors themselves don’t want to let anyone go, so they don’t. I will care if you commit a crime."

　　 Hagrid was quiet for a while, staring at his tea. Then he said calmly: "I thought about letting Buckbeak go... I want it to fly away... But how can you explain to a eagle-headed horse-winged beast that it should hide?"

　　"And—and I'm afraid of breaking the law..." He looked up at them, tears streaming down his face again, "I don't want to go to Azkaban."

　　 Hagrid’s trip to the cabin was far from interesting, but at least it distracted Harry a little.

　　 Although Harry never forgot about Black, if he wanted to help Hagrid win the lawsuit against the Dangerous Creatures Commission, he couldn't always think of revenge.

　　 Harry and the three went to the library on their way back. When they returned to the empty common room, their arms were full of books-these books might help Buckbeak Prepare a defense statement.

　　 The three people sat in front of the exuberant fire, slowly turning over the dusty files.

　　 These are all famous cases of protecting magical creatures. They occasionally talk a few words when they see relevant situations. Everyone really wanted to help poor Hagrid.

　　 While Harry and the others were dealing with those old files, Maca was also bothering about some magical creatures.

　　 That’s right, after Aragog’s "blind" farming for nearly two months, his wife Mosag was finally pregnant again.

　　 And Maca, has recently become Mosag's full-time nanny.

　　He prepared a lot of fetal protection measures for this special pregnant woman, in order to enable her to give birth to the first batch of babies that have undergone blood changes.

　　 But everyone knows that "females" during pregnancy are always a little grumpy.

　　 "Mosage, it's time to take the nutrient."

　　 "click, click, click..."

　　 "Sorry, I know you are in a bad mood, but—"

　　 "click, click, click..."

　　 "Okay, okay, then I will have a little while."

　　 "click, click, click..."

　　 "Okay, OK... I'll go out first..."

　　 Maca retreated from Aragok’s lair, and he saw that Aragog was also waiting at the entrance of the cave!

　　 "As I said, she hasn't been very good-tempered lately, and I don't go in much." It muttered with closed eyes.

　　 "Maybe that's right, but you have to pay attention to protecting the children in her stomach...to be healthy, everyone is." Maca spread out.

　　 "Yes!" Aragog sighed extremely humanely, "You are right, I will try again later."

　　 Around the lair, thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders are next to each other, trying to get a little bit ahead-they are also very interested in their new partners who are about to be born.

　　 But due to Aragog’s majesty, they can only maintain a certain distance.

　　 "By the way, Aragog," Maca suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you know what else lives in the forest?"

　　 "There are many! Like a three-headed dog, some night skies, and unicorns...Of course, there are also several horse tribes." Aragok said, "A few days ago there was an iron The lump is like a carriage, but with four wheels, it runs around in the woods."

　　 Maca immediately guessed that it must be the speed car that Ron and the others drove over last semester.

　　"...But if you go deeper, it's on the side close to the mountains. It's a place where no living things live," Aragok continued, "There is a rumor in the woods, saying yes Some dragons live on the mountain!"

　　It is mysterious and authentic: "Not those little lizards that only breathe fire, but real dragons!"

　　 "Dragon?" Maca said, "Didn’t they have been extinct in ancient times?"

　　 The dragon they call is a big guy with a body length of more than 300 feet. Although time has passed for too long, there are many missing materials, but their existence always appears in the murals left by some ancient wizards.

　　 "I don't know very well," Aragok said, "You know, dragons like to sleep. As long as they don't move, no one knows if there is any on the mountain..."

　　 "But because this rumor has continued, the foot of the mountain is safe--" it added, "So I plan to move the nest. You know, I have been observing the situation there all these years, but what None happened."

　　"They'd better not move in this life." Maca shook his head and said, "If you run out now, I guess no one can use them."

　　 Maca is really telling the truth this time, he has no interest in the powerful creatures that made the wizards of ancient times a headache. You know, the magical world today is developing in the direction of life and peace, and the ability to fight has long been inferior to the previous one.

　　 He thinks this is nothing bad, after all, the real battle is to kill people, and peace is the ultimate goal that people are pursuing...

　　 Generally speaking, Mossag is in good condition, at least the babies in her belly are normal. After Aragog took the nutrient and gave it to Mosag, Maca went back.

　　 That night, everything was peaceful, Maca had a good night's sleep~IndoMTL.com~ But from the next morning, the professors began to dress up the school.

　　In other parts of the castle, the splendid decorations that are customary for Christmas have been made, although there are very few students staying in school.

　　 Thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe are hung along the corridor, and mysterious lights are revealed in each pair of armor.

　　 There are twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium as usual, with golden stars shining on them. And the corridor is full of strong and inviting scent of food.

　　 The scent is so strong that even Mottle sticks his nose out of the shelter of Ron’s pocket, sniffing it hopefully.

　　All signs are showing that Christmas is coming soon.

　　Maca did not slow down the teaching of his spell class.

　　 In his eyes, Harry's half-dangling guardian spell is obviously not enough. He urges them to train every day, and the dementors are replaced with a new one every day-this can ensure that Harry and their training subjects are energetic every day!

　　 And this kind of uninterrupted training mode worked really well. Until the fourth day, even Ron successfully summoned his patron saint.

　　 "Oh! Look! I did it!" Ron exclaimed gleefully.

　　 "A dog?" Harry looked at the patron saint in front of Ron.

　　 is probably because Ron's patron saint is not stable yet, and he has to wait for him to become more proficient before he can tell what kind of breed it is.

　　 But at least it was a dog, which didn't run away.

　　 "The appearance of the patron saint is related to your own character and experience. You can refer to each other. This will make you more clear about your heart." Maca explained, "so that you can skillfully use the patron saint spell."