Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 384: Moment of execution

It's very different from the previous situation. This time Hagrid didn't cry, nor did he jump over and put his arms around Harry or Ron's necks. Hagrid's hairy face had only an isolated and helpless expression, as if he didn't know where he was and what he should do now.

"Would you like tea?" Hagrid asked, his rough palms trembling to get the teapot.

Harry pressed Hagrid's hand holding the teapot down, sat next to him and asked, "Is there any other way, Hagrid? Did Professor Dumbledore—"

"Dumbledore did his best." Hagrid said. "Dumbledore told the people at the Dangerous Animals Committee that Buckbeak is not dangerous, but they still don't care. You know, the people at the Ministry of Magic He has a good relationship with a guy like Lucius Malfoy. The execution officer who came today, McNeil, is Malfoy’s old friend..."

Hagrid let out a sob and continued: "Dumbledore said he was coming over today, and come—get one off Buckbeak. Good guy, Dumbledore..."

Hermione said with red eyes, "We will be with you, Hagrid."

After speaking, Hermione immediately lowered her head to prevent Hagrid from seeing the tears that were about to flow down her face.

Hagrid turned and looked out the window. Buckbeak was pecking at the insects on the ground with his sharp beak in the vegetable field, seemingly unaware of the tragedy that was about to happen to him.

"Oh, look at Buckbeak." Hagrid whispered, "It likes the breath of the breeze blowing through the forbidden forest, free and fresh. But now it has to be tied here by me, that is For—for..."

Hagrid said several times, but failed to say the latter sentence.

Harry looked at Hagrid and asked questioningly, "Why didn't we just let it go? Anyway, Buckbeak originally belonged to the Forbidden Forest. It can't be found in the Forbidden Forest anymore. Reasonable explanation."

"They will doubt, or know, that I put it." Hagrid shook his head and said, "Moreover, it will cause Dumbledore trouble..."

One last glance at Buckbeak, Hagrid looked away from the edge of the window.

"By the way, you can't stay here anymore." Hagrid said, "You have to go back to the castle. As I said, you shouldn't have come. Such killings won't let you see , No work."

Without giving anyone a chance to speak, Hagrid said: "You can leave after you have finished your tea. Let's all leave. By the way, before leaving, Ron..."

Hagrid walked to the side of the cabinet in the sight of everyone, and took out a small object from an old light blue tin box, thin and dry, only a layer of fleshy skin with a lot of fur. On the frame, it looks very uncomfortable.

"Your mouse." Hagrid carefully held the little thing in his hand and handed it to Ron.

The mouse that he took out just now was not Ron’s Scab, so what would it be?

"Scaly! You're still alive!" Ron jumped up from his chair with great surprise, walked straight to Hagrid, and greeted the pet he hadn't seen for a long time from his hand.

The patchy appearance is very scary. It's thinner than before. During this period of time, a lot of hairs have been lost, showing large bald patches.

"You have to watch your mouse, Ron." Hagrid said.

Hermione also got up from the chair and walked to Ron: "I think you still owe someone an apology."

"Um, yes." Ron said with a smile, "Next time I see Crookshanks, I will pay it no."

Hermione looked at Ron and said with a stern expression: "The'who' I said refers to me!"

Ron didn't have time to answer, he only heard a faint whistling.

"Boom!"

The huge clay pot that was originally standing on the table suddenly shattered, and all the sand in it fell on the table.

"It's terrible! What's going on?" Hagrid said with some mental sensitivity.

Wright looked at the window and showed a faint smile. This is the magic of time! What a pity...

Hermione frowned and rummaged on the table for a while, then quickly took out the gray stone that was very different from the surrounding color, and placed it in her hand to observe.

"This is... how..." Hermione was wondering, but heard Harry yell again.

"Oh!"

Harry clutched the back of his head with a pained expression and glanced in the direction of the forbidden forest outside the window, but accidentally saw Dumbledore, Fudge and McNeill walking towards this side.

Under the dimly cloudy sky, Dumbledore’s beard was not as silvery as it used to be; on the contrary, the axe in the hand of the executioner McNeill seemed to be exuding soul-stirring outwards. The cold light, as if it would hit Buckbeak's neck in the next second.

Ignoring the pain in the back of his head, Harry quickly stopped Hagrid: "They are here..."

Three steps in two steps, Hagrid walked to the window and looked out. Harry saw that his always red face suddenly turned into a pale yellow like parchment.

Just listen to Hager's murmur: "Merlin, they are here..."

"Hurry up, you guys." Hagrid said, he was shaking a little bit all over, "It's getting late, it's getting dark, you can go. Wandering outside the castle at night and being seen is troublesome, very troublesome. ."

"Especially you, Harry." Hagrid pushed Harry's shoulder and motioned him to leave~IndoMTL.com~Hagrid..." Harry looked at Hagrid sadly, he really didn't want to let him Hagrid bears this tragic moment alone.

"Let's go," Hagrid pushed Harry again, "Go from the back door, you all know the way."

Seeing Harry still not leaving, Hagrid had no choice but to look at Wright: "Wright, take these kids away! Fudge and them are coming soon. You can't all stay with me."

At the same time, Dumbledore and Fudge's conversation floated in from the window.

"That's it, Mr. Minister, this way." Dumbledore said, "Remember?"

Not only Wright, Chang Chu, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all heard Dumbledore and Fudge. Even Scabbard, who had been struggling constantly in Ron's palm, stopped screaming at this time and lay motionless on Ron's palm, as if dead.

"Let's go, Harry." Wright discouraged, "It will be all right, it will be all right."

Harry had no choice. He followed the Wrights, pushed open the back door of the hut silently, and walked outside.

When Wright closed the wooden door, the front door just opened, and Hagrid invited Dumbledore and Fudge in. As for the executioner McNeill, he stayed outside alone, looking for a stone everywhere to polish his axe.

As if Buckbeak wanted to know what was going to happen, the eagle turned his head around, scratching the pumpkin field with his claws anxiously.

As soon as he left Hagrid's cabin, Zebra, who had been held in his pocket by Ron, immediately began to agitate. Scabbard screamed frantically, but its voice couldn't cover the sound of Hagrid's backyard.

Suddenly.

Shoot.

Boom!

The muffled sound of the axe hitting the heavy object came.