Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 129: The execution ground before sunset

　　 "Don't-open-open!" she shouted with a sullen face, in a strange voice that was neither male nor female.

　　 The sound is like a suffocated person calling for help, and it's like a dying person crying. If a normal person sees it, it is enough to be scared.

　　Maca just curled his eyebrows, trying hard to capture some useful information from it.

　　 At the next moment, Trelawney returned to her previous look of staring eyes again. She looked at Maca blankly, her expression a little confused.

　　Maca put some ointment on his hand, and then shook it in front of her, of course, the focus must be on the front of the nose.

　　 "Professor? Professor Trelawney?" Maca shouted, "What's wrong with you?"

　　 "Oh—sorry, I seem to feel a little sleepy—" Trelawney became more sober, she hesitated, "Where are we?"

　　 "We are over," Maca said casually, "but I saw you dozed off, so I couldn't help but wake you up-there are still many students waiting for the exam!"

　　 "Ah! Yes, thank you..." She looked down at Maca's record sheet, then nodded and said, "Then you go down first! Remember, you can't tell what you see in the crystal ball Others...otherwise they will encounter terrible things."

　　 Maca nodded casually, and walked quickly outside—he had to take a look at Hagrid's cabin.

　　 After leaving the classroom, he put away the potion bottle.

　　 "Now it seems that this thing will confuse people who can't handle alcohol..." He muttered to himself, and hurried downstairs.

　　……

　　 When Maca came to the lawn in front of the castle, he turned his head consciously and just saw a group of men walking down the stone steps of the castle.

　　 Walking ahead is Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun.

　　 Next to Dumbledore is Cornelius Fudge, followed by an elderly and frail committee member and executioner McNeill.

　　At the same time, in Hagrid’s hut...

　　 "You must go." Hagrid said, shaking from head to toe inch by inch, "We must not let them find you are here... let's go, now..."

　　 Hermione picked up the invisibility cloak that was lying on the sofa aside.

　　 "I will lead you from behind." Hagrid said.

　　 They followed him to the door leading to the back garden, and Harry felt like he was in a dream.

　　 When he saw Buckbeak a few yards away, the feeling became even heavier.

　　 Buckbeak was tied behind a tree in Hagrid’s pumpkin field. It seemed to know that something was going to happen. It was turning its head around now, and it was still scratching the ground with its claws uneasy.

　　 "It's okay, Bick," Hagrid said softly, "It's okay..." He turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Let’s go, go..."

　　 But Harry and the others didn't want to move.

　　 "Hagrid, we can't—"

　　 "We want to tell them the actual situation."

　　 "They can't kill it!"

　　 The three of them hurriedly said something, as if they couldn't bear to accept this reality.

　　 "Go!" Hagrid said furiously, "If you get into trouble, things will get worse!"

　　 They found that they seemed to have no choice.

　　Hermione put the invisibility cloak over Harry and Ron when they heard voices outside the cabin door.

　　 Hagrid looked at the place where they had just disappeared and urged: "Go!" He said dumbly, "Don't listen..."

　　 After all, he walked slowly back to the cabin—someone was already knocking on his door.

　　 In a terrifying trance, Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to walk slowly and quietly around Hagrid's cabin. When they reached the side of the cabin, the front door slammed shut.

　　 "We should still have a way," Hermione's voice kept trembling, "They can't, they can't...what should we do--"

　　 She stopped stubbornly, but couldn't think of any ideas.

　　"...Does anyone else have any idea?" She said, "I think...huh? Maca?"

　　 "Yes! I saw Maca talking to the executioner a few words before—" Harry said, "But, what's the use? Just chat..."

　　 "No, you hear... it's Maca's voice!" Hermione waved her hand at Harry, and then pointed to the cabin.

　　The three of them couldn't help but put their ears to the wall.

　　 "...Isn't that appropriate for a student to watch the execution?" This was Fudge's voice.

　　 "It's okay, this is the content of the conservation of magical creatures. It was applied for by Mr. McLean," Dumbledore said, "I believe that he understands what he wants to do-this is Hogwarts excellent A reasonable application for students."

　　 In fact, nowadays Fudge really does not treat Maca as an ordinary student.

　　 He had heard the reports from the people below in the battle in Hogsmeade that night. Although the news was still blocked, the strength of Maca had already shocked all the insiders.

　　 But even so, on the bright side, some things still have to be kept in the stomach—at least for now, he has to do it.

　　 "Minister, I will not do anything that disrupts the execution process," Maca said immediately, "I need to observe the physiological structure of magical creatures. This is very helpful for my study."

　　 "Okay, okay! Then, Walton, let Mr. McLean follow you to have a look, how about it?" Fudge turned to the executioner Walton McNeill standing by the door unchanged. Said.

　　 "Yes." McNeill nodded. Replied coldly.

　　 "So..." Fudge took out a piece of material and read it out, "The Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures decided that the eagle-headed horse-winged beast Buckbeak, hereinafter referred to as the convicted person. It should be on June 6. , Executed at sunset..."

　　"...The execution of beheading is executed by Walton McNeill, the executioner appointed by the committee."

　　After Fudge narrated the execution process again, he asked Hagrid: "As for the remains of the convicted person after execution, should we take it away for processing, or—"

　　 "No, I... I want to be with it... I can't let it be alone..." Hagrid wrinkled his nose, and the tears that had been rolling in his eyes couldn't help it after all. The gate generally ran down the cheeks.

　　 "Of course," Fudge nodded, looked out the window, and then said, "The time is almost here, let's start the execution!"

　　 Just as he greeted a few people to go to the back garden, Dumbledore spoke suddenly.

　　 "I think we'd better hurry up and talk about the case-time is tight, we have to be as fast as possible."

　　 "Oh-" Fudge thought for a while, "It is true, this time I am here mainly for this-you perform the process, and I will stay in the house and wait for you."

　　 For the Hogsmeade village case, Fudge hasn't slept well for several days.

　　 In recent years, the British magical world has been very stable. And on that night, one of the Aurors who were the first to rush away had already died at the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital because of his injuries.

　　The number of civilian wizards killed by accidental attacks has reached three.

　　 As for the injured, more than a dozen people have been identified, and if there are any undetected, we have to say otherwise.

　　 It can be said that this is a big and devastating case compared to dealing with a beast!

　　 After Hagrid and Maca followed the two to the back garden, in Hagrid’s surprised eyes, the elderly committee member took the back door of the hut with ease.

　　 After he and the executioner McNeill and Maca looked at each other, Maca nodded calmly.

　　 "Hagrid, you take Buckbeak to the forbidden forest and find a place to tie it down." Maca said suddenly, "Remember, tie it down... and then come back as soon as possible."

　　 Hagrid, who was still sobbing non-stop, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Maca a little unclearly.

　　 But Maca just waved his hand casually, beckoning him to do as he said quickly.

　　 Hagrid couldn't help but glanced at the two people sent by the committee, but they didn't bother to care about him. McNeill just leaned against the wall of the hut, rubbing his big axe with a rag; while the old man pretended to look at the sunset, as if wondering if he would be like the setting sun. The next day, he rose vigorously again.

　　 Hagrid seems to understand something~IndoMTL.com~ but he doesn't seem to understand that.

　　 But he can't manage that much anymore-Buckbeak may not have to die, what Maca has done must be like this!

　　 He untied the rope that held Buckbeak and ran to the Forbidden Forest desperately while pulling it.

　　 "The sooner the better, I must let Piccolo get out of here soon!" At this moment, there was only one thought left in Hagrid's heart.

　　Maca glanced at Hagrid's back, then drew out his wand, picked a few large enough pumpkins from the ground, and gathered them together with a Levitating Charm.

　　 Then, under the effect of a transformation technique, the pile of pumpkins quickly turned into a eagle-headed horse-winged beast corpse whose head had been chopped off.

　　 The **** scene is exactly the same as it really is.

　　 "McNeill, can you learn the sound of eagles and horses calling?" Maca turned around and asked casually.

　　 Executioner McNeill couldn't help but twitched his mouth when he heard the words.

　　 "Mr. McLean," he explained dryly, "If the chopping goes well, there will be no screams..."

　　 Maca looked at the corpse on the ground, then glanced at McNeill's neck subconsciously, feeling that he had learned another useful new knowledge.

　　 When Hagrid ran back in a hurry, Maca ignored him staring at the corpse on the ground that was already separated, so he dragged his sleeve and walked into the cabin with the other two.

　　 "I think, Hagrid, you have to cry for a while," he suggested kindly.

　　 Hagrid twisted his mouth, realizing that he couldn't cry anymore, so he shook his head.

　　 "The clear spring is like water."

　　Maca raised his wand, and suddenly, a stream of clear spring water that had been born out of thin air sprayed Hagrid's face, and even the front of his clothes was soaked.