Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 297 Christmas Gift

"Listen, Hagrid," Harry encouraged. "You can't just give up. Buckbeak is counting on you. Hermione is right. You can prepare your defense and you can make us witnesses."

Hermione pondered for a moment, remembered, and said with certainty, "I read a story about the Hippogriff's attack, and in that case, it went unpunished. I'll find it for you, Hagrid. , we can take a good look at these cases.”

Hagrid cried louder, like a sad child.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and they both looked at Ron, hoping that he would figure out a way, after all, he had a lot of children, and maybe he took care of them.

"I'll make a cup of tea?" Ron said uncertainly.

Harry glared at him, that was the way.

"That's what mom does when someone in the family is in a bad mood." Ron shrugged and mumbled.

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Finally, after they made a hot pot of strong tea and repeated their reassurances that Buckbeak would be all right, Hagrid gradually eased.

He wiped his nose with a tablecloth-like handkerchief and said, "You're right, Buckbeak is counting on me, I can't break down, I should get up."

"I've been very wrong lately," said Hagrid. "I've been worrying about Buckbeak, and besides, nobody likes my class."

"We both like it," Hermione lied immediately.

"Yeah, your class was great," Ron said indifferently, and he asked with feigned interest, "Oh, by the way, Frobe caterpillar?"

"It's dead," Hagrid said gloomily. "It ate too much lettuce in class and died."

"Oh, no!" Ron said, struggling to keep his laughter from laughing, his shoulders heaving slightly.

"The dementors that have been wandering around recently have upset me." Hagrid said in a panic, his body trembling slightly.

"I've rarely been to the Three Broomsticks for a drink lately. I need to pass them there, and passing them always reminds me of Azkaban."

he can't,

As if remembering something terrible, he sipped the hot tea. Harry, Hermione and Ron all looked at him with bated breath, and asked curiously, "It's scary in there, isn't it?"

"You can't imagine it," Hagrid said calmly. "It's different from everywhere. I almost went crazy. My mind was full of horrible things. The day I was expelled from Hogwarts, I The day I let Norbert go where Dad died was the scariest thing ever."

"As long as you stay there for a while, you're not who you are at all. You don't mean to live, and every day is a tedious torment, and you'll just want to sleep like this and never wake up again."

"When they let me out, it was like I was alive again. The world has color again, and things can be remembered. It's the most beautiful thing in the world."

He said in a terrified tone, "But the Dementors still don't want to let me go."

"But you're not guilty?" Hermione asked inexplicably. The truth had already been revealed by then, and the Dementors had no reason to keep Hagrid.

Hagrid snorted coldly and said angrily, "Do you think they would care about this? They don't care. They stay with more than two hundred people, just to suck the happiness of these people completely, they don't care about those Are people guilty or not?"

"Can you do this?" Hermione covered her mouth and looked at Hagrid in surprise. The dementors were so evil. It was completely different from what she had thought. She at least thought they were part of the Ministry of Magic.

"No, or it'll be hell." Hagrid continued, looking down at his tea, "I thought about setting Buckbeak free, letting it fly away, letting it hide. A hippogriff explained clearly, telling it how to hide?"

He looked up at everyone, tears streaming down his face, "And—and I'm afraid, I'm afraid of breaking the law, and I don't want to go back to that hellish place in Azkaban."

Hagrid's vulnerability and sadness made everyone fall into silence. Hagrid was a very stupid person who lacked common sense. He seldom cares about things, but now the dementors have scared him a little sensible, this is not a good or a bad thing, and everyone should not comfort him

The experience of going to Hagrid's hut, while far from pleasant, had the effect Ron had hoped for. He immediately had a reason to go to the library with Hermione to look up materials, to help Hagrid win the Buckbeak case, and he didn't need to train with Harry every day.

Harry had to follow them to the library to help find information, and the pace of training could only be slowed down first.

Days go by so slowly, day after day, Christmas is here.

The castle is full of festive atmosphere again. Although there are very few students staying in the school, the usual Christmas decorations and atmosphere are quite a lot.

The corridors were covered with thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe, the armor of the corridors revealed a mysterious brilliance, and twelve beautiful Christmas trees adorned the auditorium. The trees are dotted with stars and moons with golden and silver dots, and the scent of strong and tempting food permeates everywhere.

On Christmas morning, Ron excitedly threw Harry's pillow awake.

"Hey, get up and look at the presents!" Ron patted the bed and shouted in a fuss.

Harry reached for the glasses he had found on the bedside table, put them on, and in the half-dark light, looked towards the edge of the bed, where a pile of packages had appeared.

Ron was holding a long broom and stroking emotionally, "Hahahaha, this is the Nimbus 2000 that George gave me." He smiled stupidly, his mouth closed with joy, and his saliva was about to drop. down.

Harry also got up immediately and started unwrapping the presents.

"Weasley gave him a scarlet leather hooded coat she made by herself, with Gryffindor house lions woven into the front, looking majestic. And a big bag of her baked beef patties, some Christmas pastries, some peanut candies."

Putting down Weasley's present, a slender package caught Harry's attention.

Its length is striking, and it looks a lot like a broomstick. But George has given him Nimbus 2000, and no one will give him a broomstick.

Ron reviewed Harry's condition. He looked at the slender package and said curiously, "Open it and take a look."

Harry ripped open the package, and a beautiful, gleaming broomstick appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 297 Christmas Gift

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