I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 168 Buckbeak
"Not yet, I've written more than a dozen and I'm not satisfied." Hermione was a little picky in this regard, and she had to choose one that she was satisfied with.

"Then you have to hurry up. When we move in, we must have a new name to perform contract magic."

"I know, don't worry, I will look through the dictionary again in the next few days, and I promise to choose the one I am most satisfied with." Hermione nodded.

"Why haven't you seen Harry and Ron lately?" Hermione asked after eating the last piece of pancake.

"I haven't paid much attention to it. They seem to have something to do recently. They deliberately avoid us. Maybe they are afraid of being caught by me and ask them to write back."

As soon as the words fell, Harry and Ron appeared in the auditorium. Before he could speak, Harry said eagerly: "Hagrid is in trouble. The Ministry of Magic believes that he is responsible for Malfoy's attack and will investigate him. approval."

"Where did you hear the news?" Hermione put down the knife and fork, ignoring her meal, "Dumbledore didn't stand up and speak for him?"

"Slytherins already know about it. Malfoy's rumors are raging, and that bad-blooded father bribed Ministry of Magic officials to classify it as an attack." Ron said all the news he heard.

"You two get something to eat, we said as we walked, I think Hagrid will need our help." Orlando signaled them to get some food, and they walked out of the castle towards the Forbidden Forest.

In winter, Hogwarts was covered in silver, and the grass was covered with a thick layer of snow. They had to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Orlando stepped on a deep footprint to facilitate them along the way. Walk with footprints.

Even so, their socks and cloaks were still soaked, and the Forbidden Forest seemed to be enchanted at this time. All the trees were covered with a layer of silver, and they shone a little under the winter sun.

"Hagrid, are you home?" Orlando knocked on the door. Hagrid's hut was surrounded by snow and looked like a sorbet.

"Is there no one? Where did Hagrid go?" Ron lay on the door and listened to the voices inside.

"Yes, Hagrid is home, I can feel it." Orlando knocked hard again.

The door opened slowly, and the snow on the roof rushed down. Orlando had to use magic to prop up a protective cover to prevent everyone from being buried in the snow.

"It's you!" Hagrid looked haggard and bearded, and looked at them with blank eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Let's see you, Hagrid, let us go in first, shall we?" Hermione said hastily.

"Oh, ok, come in."

Orlando let Hermione sit by the stove to warm up, and took off her boots to dry. Hermione was reluctant to let him take off his socks, so she let her wear them on her feet to dry.

"You are such a delicate person, Orlando." Hagrid praised with red eyes.

"Thank you for complimenting Hagrid. Seeing that your condition is not very good, is there anything I can do for you?"

Hearing this, Hagrid couldn't hold back any longer and sobbed, "You'll know just by looking at this." He picked up an envelope from the table and handed it over, it was an official letter, "I thought Fudge was looking for me Just to find out about the dementors, who knows about him..."

Orlando opened the letter and glanced at it. Ron and Harry also stretched their necks. Their shoes were all wet, and they couldn't see clearly even with bare feet and stretched their heads. Orlando had to read out:

Dear Mr. Hagrid: We have further investigated the incident of the hippogriff attacking the pupils in your class, and we accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident .

"It's a good thing, Hagrid, you're all right." Ron interrupted Orlando happily.

"There's more to come." Hagrid's big tears fell, and Orlando glanced at him and continued to read:
However, we must express our concern for the hippogriff in question.We have decided to uphold Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint and the matter will therefore be referred to the Dangerous Creatures Committee.We will be holding a hearing at the Commission's London offices on April [-]th and we ask that you and your hippogriff be present on that day.During this period, the hippogriff should be confined and isolated.

"They're abusing their power. It's hard to imagine that the Ministry of Magic judged Buckbeak so hastily." Hermione said, frowning.

"Isn't there a hearing yet? Why do you think the Ministry of Magic has found something wrong with Buckbeak?" Harry took the letter in Orlando's hand and looked through it.

"It can be seen from the wording of the Ministry of Magic that they are presumed guilty, so no matter what the outcome of the hearing is, they will be convicted." Seeing what the Ministry of Magic has done recently, Hermione not only saw his She no longer has any expectations for the moral bottom line of these politicians.

"This..." Ron's father works in the Muggle Office of the Ministry of Magic, and he is still clear about some internal procedures of the Ministry of Magic. He didn't know how to comfort Hagrid, so he said dryly: "Maybe they just want to scare Hagrid." , not necessarily, is it, Harry."

"You don't understand those weirdos from the Hazardous Creatures Committee!" Hagrid choked up, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "They hate all non-human creatures, and even if they don't do evil, they can't escape being killed."

At this time, the sound of biting prey came from a corner of Hagrid's cabin. It was Buckbeak, who was lying in the corner, chewing something in his mouth, and blood flowed all over the floor.

"I can't keep him in the snow, it's so cold, he'll freeze," Hagrid choked up. "It's not fair to him, all alone, big Christmas."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. They frowned and thought for a long time, but they couldn't do anything better, so they had to look at Orlando.

"If you ask me, this matter is not difficult to solve." Orlando poured a cup of hot tea from the copper pot and handed it to Hermione. "Drink some tea to warm up."

Then poured a few more cups, "You guys have some tea, too."

"The Ministry of Magic is nothing more than taking old Malfoy's money, which is why they care so much. This is a power-for-money transaction, so Hermione's judgment is correct. No matter how hard we struggle, we can't change Buckbeak's fate of being judged." .”

Hagrid angrily crushed the teacup in his hand. If Hermione's words just poured cold water on him, but still kept a glimmer of hope, then Orlando's deduction completely shattered his illusion.

"How could they treat a life so recklessly? What right do they have to do this? It's a crime against life."

"Don't get excited, Hagrid, do you know how I did it the last time Fudge brought his senior deputy minister to interrogate me?"

"I know." As soon as Ron talked about this, Ron became excited. Dolores Umbridge was disgraced at the Ministry of Magic because of this incident, and Fudge had to give her a long vacation, "For this Well, my dad even wrote me a special letter..."

"Okay, Ron, now's not the time to talk about that." Harry interrupted hastily, knowing that Ron would never stop once he got high.

"As soon as I walked into the office, I knew there was trouble. The Ministry of Magic didn't care how many dementors died. The death and life of which monsters were just a set of numbers to them. They just wanted to take this opportunity to punish me. , By the way, to suppress Dumbledore, it would be even better if the relationship between Dumbledore and my teacher Nicole Flamel can be separated." Orlando sneered, and then said.

"So when I realized that they had bad intentions and even wanted to use me as a pawn, I didn't hold back, but told them with my fist that I'm not easy to mess with. their table."

Harry and Ron looked at him with bright eyes, like fans meeting a star.

"And then?" Hagrid urged, finally forgetting his sorrow.

"Then, I knocked her out, and Fudge was furious, but before he could get mad, my teacher Nico Flamel arrived, and he was even more exaggerated than me, and he went straight to all the Aurors, cutting out All Fudge’s minions finally threatened him to impeach him in the name of the Lifetime Honorary President of the International Federation of Magicians and let him step down if he dared to trouble me.”

"Master Nicole Flamel is really domineering, as it should be." Harry boasted and praised.

"It would be great if I had such a teacher." Ron looked forward to it.

(End of this chapter)