Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 104: Hermione’s patron saint

　　With training, naturally there will be rest.

　　Especially when you play against the Dementors, you need to rest even more—at least a piece of chocolate, right?

　　 But unfortunately, there is no concept of "intermission" in Maca.

　　 After Hermione failed twice in a row, her face was already very bad. But when Professor Lupin was going to let her take a break, Maca took out another bottle of Chevrolet milk that had been given to Ginny on the train before.

　　 The effect of this thing is great, it's really great!

　　 In a blink of an eye, Hermione, who was already in a state of depression, smiled immediately after taking a few drops.

　　 "How do you feel?" Maca asked.

　　 "I think I am the happiest person in the world!" Hermione waved at him heartily, grinning.

　　 "Is she a bit broken in character?" Ron asked carefully while looking at Hermione, who was beside him.

　　 "I remember... as if Maca once said, wait for the effect of the medicine to pass." Harry shrugged.

　　 On the other side, Maca did not stop Hermione.

　　 "...That's it, try again!" He said, "I believe you will succeed this time, remember this feeling!"

　　 After that, he pushed the Dementor to Hermione again.

　　 "Holy guard!" Hermione even had a smile on her face. She waved her wand and pronounced the spell decisively.

　　 Obviously, Hermione’s "happiness index" has almost been raised by a notch under the effect of Cheef flower juice.

　　 I saw a large amount of silver-white haze quickly appeared on the front end of her wand, and gradually solidified in the continuous intertwining...

　　 In a short while, Hermione’s patron saint is actually taking shape!

　　 "Merlin is here!" Professor Flitwick jumped off his chair again, and he screamed, "What potion is that?"

　　 Lupin also looked surprised and said: "I've heard Maca say that it is the juice of the Chevron...it seems to be mixed with milk."

　　 "Oh-I bet! The value of Chevron will increase again because of this moment!" Flitwick slapped his face and said excitedly.

　　Maca glanced here, he raised his index finger to his mouth: "Hush—two professors, remember to keep it secret for me!"

　　 After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze back to Hermione's patron saint again.

　　 It was surrounded by the silver-white haze of the patron saint curse, and it was hopping the dementors all over the room, and Ron and Harry had to follow them to flee. .

　　 For a moment, there was a mess in the room.

　　 But Maca, who was supposed to go up to catch the dementor, just stared at Hermione's patron saint. She was in a daze, but there was no time to take care of the poor dementor.

　　 "Rabbit?" Maca frowned and thought, "Although I don't remember clearly, Hermione's patron saint...should not be a rabbit?"

　　 To be precise, it was a Scottish lop-eared rabbit. The long ears that droop on the sides and fly up and down with each jump make it hard to mistake its species.

　　 "Okay! At least those two big front teeth are correct..." Maca shook his head before walking towards the Dementor.

After 　　, Maca asked Harry and Ron to try several times in sequence.

　　After Harry succeeded once, he could at least successfully release the haze to resist it; but Ron only succeeded once after taking the Cheefflower juice.

　　 "Try again tomorrow!" Maca glanced at the sky outside the window and found that it was already near dusk, "I'm here today, and it's time for dinner in a while."

　　, he didn't wait for others to say anything, so he pulled the dementor's face out again.

　　 "Oh! Poor Dementor..."

　　 Harry found that he was in a much better mood, and even made small jokes. It seems that sometimes venting is also a good way to relieve stress.

　　 As for the two professors, Lupin and Flitwick, they had already left before halfway through the course.

　　 Harry and the three stayed here for a while, taking a break.

　　 Although they didn't think of any interesting topics, at least Harry didn't continue to struggle with Black's affairs. Or, in fact, he just temporarily hid those upset thoughts in a corner of his heart.

　　 soon, it’s time for dinner.

　　 After filling their stomachs in a hurry, they inadvertently discovered that Hagrid did not seem to come to the hall to dine.

　　 "Hey! I think we should go see him!" Ron thought for a while and proposed, "We haven't visited him for a long time!"

　　 "Ah, let's go," Harry immediately stood up and said, "I can still ask him why he never mentioned Black when he told me all about my parents?"

　　 "Oh—" Ron and Hermione thought Harry was starting again.

　　 But this time Harry didn't show the gloomy expression he had before.

　　 "Don't worry!" Harry said, "I already want to understand, Maca is right, I should be brave-at least I have to know how to face it!"

　　 So they went back to the dormitory with a warm cloak, walked through the empty castle corridor, and walked out of the oak gate.

　　They walked slowly on the lawn, leaving a series of footprints on the dazzling snow.

　　 It was really cold outside. They felt that the edges of their socks and cloaks were soaked and frozen.

　　The Forbidden Forest looked like it had been enchanted. Every tree was slightly covered with silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like an over-frozen ice cream.

　　 Ron knocked on the door, but no one agreed.

　　 "He should be in the room, right?" Hermione said, shuddering under her cloak.

　　Ron pressed his ear to the wooden door.

　　 "There is a strange sound," he said, "Listen—is it Yaya?"

　　 Harry and Hermione also leaned in to listen, and they noticed low, trembling moans coming from the cabin.

　　 "I think we'd better find someone... OK?" Ron said nervously.

　　 "Hagrid!" Harry didn't care about this, he slapped the wooden door hard and shouted, "Hagrid, are you at home?"

　　 With a heavy footsteps, the door squeaked open.

　　 Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, and tears fell on the front of his leather vest.

　　 "You heard it!" he yelled, then rushed to Harry and put his arms around Harry's neck.

　　 Hagrid's round body, this is no joke.

　　 Harry almost collapsed under Hagrid's weight. Fortunately, he was rescued by Ron and Hermione in time-they each got into Hagrid's armpits and racked him up.

　　 Harry also helped, and the three of them brought Hagrid back to the hut.

　　 Hagrid let them pull himself onto the chair and sit down, then he put his elbow on the edge of the table and covered his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

　　 After a while, tears filled his face, and the teardrops slid down on his unkempt beard.

　　 "Hagrid, what's the matter?" Hermione was stunned.

　　 At this time, Harry noticed that there was a formal looking letter on the table, which had been opened.

　　 "What's that, Hagrid?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

　　 Hagrid sobbed harder when he heard it. He pushed the letter to Harry, and Harry picked up the letter and read it: "Dear Mr. Ruber Hagrid: We have further investigated what happened in your class. For the incident of a eagle with a winged beast attacking a student, we have accepted Professor Dumbledore’s assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident..."

　　 "That's not great, Hagrid!" Ron patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

　　 But Hagrid was still sobbing, and he waved his huge hands, motioning Harry to continue reading.

　　"...However, we must express our concern for this problematic griffin. We have decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy’s formal complaint. Therefore, this matter will be handed over Disposal of dangerous organisms committee."

　　"A hearing will be held in the committee-London office on April 20. We will ask you and your Griffin to attend on that day."

　　"During this period, the eagle-headed horse-winged beasts should be **** and isolated~IndoMTL.com~Your colleague...well, the list of the school board should follow."

　　 "Oh," Ron said, "but you said that Buckbeak is not an evil eagle with wings, Hagrid. I bet it will be fine—"

　　 "You don't understand the weird people of the Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures!" Hagrid wiped his tears with his sleeve, choked off and interrupted, "They **** with these funny animals!"

　　 "You must prepare a strong defense, Hagrid." Hermione sat down and put her hand on Hagrid's thick forearm. "I'm sure you can prove that Buckbeak won't hurt people."

　　 "That's no use!" Hagrid sobbed, "The demons of the disposal committee, they are all in the hands of Lucius Malfoy! They are afraid of him! If I lose, Buckbeak... …Oh, poor......"

　　 Hagrid quickly stroked his finger in his throat, then groaned and fell aside, his face buried deep in his arms.

　　 "I must have read a fishing case involving a eagle with a winged horse," Hermione said thoughtfully. "In that case, the eagle with a winged animal is okay... I'll find it for you, Hagrid. , If you find it, just study what's going on!"

　　 Hagrid wept louder, and Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, expecting him to help.

　　 "Oh-how about I make tea?" Ron said.

　　 Harry stared at him.

　　 "My mom does this when someone is in a bad mood." Ron shrugged and mumbled.

　　 Finally, after they promised to help many times and put another hot cup of tea in front of him, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.

　　 "You are right, I can't collapse, I must cheer up..."