Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

With training, there will naturally be rest.

Especially if you are working with dementor, you need a break. At least you have to come to a piece of chocolate?

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

When Hermione failed twice in a row, her face was very bad. But when Professor Lupin was going to let her take a break, Marx took another bottle of the Ciff flower that had been taken to Ginny on the train.

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

In a twinkling of an eye, Hermione, who had already fallen into depression, showed a smile immediately after taking a few drops.

“How are you feeling?” Marx asked.

"I think I am the happiest person on this World!" Hermione moved towards. He waved his hand in a hearty manner and laughed at himhe.

“Is it a character that collapsed a bit?” Ron looked at Hermione cautiously and asked Harry to the side.

"I remember... as if Marx had said it, it would be fine to wait for the drug to work." Harry hearing this shrugged.

On the other hand, Marx didn't stop Hermione.

"... just like this, try again!" he said. "I believe that you will succeed this time, remember this feeling!"

After all, he once again pushed the dementor to Hermione.

"Expecto Patronum!" Hermione's face even had a smile on her face. She waved wand and decisively read the mantra.

Obviously, Hermione's "Happy Index" has improved by a certain level under the influence of Chev's sap.

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

In a short while, Hermione's Patronus was just that!

“Merlin is on!” Professor Flitwick snorted again from the chair, and he screamed, “What potion is that?”

Lupin also looked surprised and said: "I heard Marx say that it was the juice of the Chev flower... It seems to have been milked."

"Oh - I bet! The value of Coffflower will rise again because of this moment!" Flitwick slaps and said excitedly.

Marx glanced over here, and he cocked his index finger at his mouth: "Hey - two professors, remember to keep it secret for me!"

After he finished, he again turned his gaze back to Hermione's Patronus.

It was surrounded by Patronus Charm's unique silver white haze, and the dementor was flying all over the house, and Ron and Harry had to flee around.

For a time, the room was a mess.

But Marx, who should have grabbed the dementor, just stared at Hermione's Patronus mammoth, and was stunned, but had no time to manage the poor dementor.

"Rabbit?" Marx frowned. "Although it's not clear, Hermione's Patronus... Shouldn't it be a rabbit?"

Specifically, it is a Scottish lop eared rabbit. The long ears that are pulled up and down on both sides and jumped up and down with each jump make it difficult to admit its variety.

"Okay! At least the two big front teeth are right..." Marx shook his head, and he went to the dementor.

Later, Marx asked Harry and Ron to try again a few times.

Harry had succeeded in releasing the fog at least once, but Ron had only succeeded once after taking the Caff flower juice.

"Let's try again tomorrow!" Marx glanced at the sky outside the window and found that it was approaching evening. "It's here today, and it's time for dinner."

After that, he did not wait for other people to say anything, and then went out with the face of Dementor.

"Oh! Poor dementor..."

Harry found himself feeling a lot better and even started a little joke. It seems that sometimes a vent is also a good means of relieving stress.

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

The Harry three stayed here for a while and took a break.

Although they didn't think of any interesting topics, at least Harry didn't continue to struggle with Black's things. Or, in fact, he just temporarily hides those troubled minds in a corner of my heart.

Soon, dinner time is up.

After rushing to fill their stomachs, they inadvertently discovered that Hagrid did not seem to come to the lobby to eat.

"Hey! I think we should go and marry him!" Ron thought for a moment and suggested, "We haven't seen him for a long time!"

"Ah, let's go," Harry said immediately. "I can ask him, why did he never mention 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 of the past.

“Don't worry!” Harry said. “I already want to understand. Marx is right. I should be brave again – at least I have to know how to face it!”

So they went back to Dormitory with the cold cloak, and passed 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 the edges of their socks and cloak soaked and iced.

Forbidden Forest looks like magic, each tree is slightly covered with a layer of silver, and Hagrid's cabin looks like a frozen ice cream.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one promised.

"He should be in the house, right?" Hermione said, shivering under the cloak.

Ron put his ear on the wooden door.

"There is a strange voice," he said. "Listen - is it a tooth?"

Harry and Hermione also listened and listened, and they found a low, trembling humming sound in the hut.

"I think we'd better find someone to come... okay?" Ron said uneasily.

“Hagrid!” Harry didn’t care. He slammed the wooden door and shouted, “Hagrid, are you at home?”

With a heavy footstep, the door "Oh," opened.

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

"You heard it!" he shouted, then slammed into Harry and grabbed Harry's neck with both hands.

This is not a joke about Hagrid's body of tall and strong.

Harry almost collapsed under Hagrid's weight, but fortunately he got Ron and Hermione's rescue in time - they got up under Hagrid's arm and put him up.

Harry also helped, and the three men got Hagrid back to the hut.

Hagrid let them pull themselves into the chair and sat down, then he used his elbows to cover his face on the edge of the table and couldn't help but sob.

After a while, his face was full of tears, and the tears fell on his matted beard.

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

At this point, Harry found a formal letter on the table that had been taken apart.

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

Hagrid sobbed even more when he heard it. He pushed the letter to Harry, and Harry picked up the letter and read it: "Dear Mr. Rubeus Hagrid: We further investigated the Hippogriff in your class who had attacked the winged beast. Event, we accepted the guarantee of Professor Dumbledore and determined that you are not responsible for this regrettable event..."

"That's not very good, Hagrid!" Ron patted Hagrid's shoulder.

Hagrid was still sobbing, and he put on his huge hands and motioned Harry to continue reading.

"... However, we must say that we are concerned about this problematic Hippogriff with a winged beast. We have decided to support the official complaint of Lucius · Mr. Malfoy. Therefore, this matter will be referred to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures processing."

"4 Month 20 Day will be held at the committee-London office and we will ask you and your Hippogriff to have a winged beast to attend on that day."

"In the meantime, Hippogriff has winged beasts that should be shackled and isolated. Your colleague... well, it should be followed by a list of school boards."

“Oh,” Ron said. “But you said that Buckbeak is not a sinister Hippogriff with a winged beast, Hagrid. I bet it will be fine—”

"You don't know Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures!" Hagrid wiped his tears with his sleeves and choked and interrupted. "They and these funny animals are doing it!"

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

"That's no use!" Hagrid sobbed. "The devils who deal with the 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 the throat, then whispered and fell to the side, his face buried deep in his arms.

"I definitely read a fishing case where Hippogriff has a winged beast," Hermione said thoughtfully. "In that case, Hippogriff is a winged beast. I am looking for you, Hagrid. If you find it, just study it." what's going on!"

Hagrid cried even louder, and Harry and Hermione looked at Ron and expected him to help.

“Oh – how about my tea?” Ron said.

Harry stared at him.

"When someone is in a bad mood, my mom is doing this." Ron shrugged, muttering.

Finally, after they promised to help and put a cup of hot tea in front of them, Hagrid licked his nose on a handkerchief that was as big as a tablecloth.

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