Chapter 49: Bock Bokin of Azkaban

"Oh, then, what's the difference between us and the Malfoy men?" Hermione said exasperatedly, "I'm sure I've read about a case of higriffs and winged beasts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info”

She pondered for a moment, then added, "In that case, the Hippogriff was fine. I'll look it for you, Hagrid, and if you find it, you can take a closer look at what's going on. ”

Hagrid howled even louder.

Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, counting on him to help.

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

Harry glared at him, he also wished that Vio was here, if it was Vio, she would definitely not just say "go make tea".

"That's what my mom does when somebody is in a bad mood. Ron grunted, shrugging.

Finally, after they had promised to help again and a cup of hot tea in front of them, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and said, "You're right, I can't collapse, I must cheer up!"

"I said why it always doesn't feel right!" Hagrid suddenly exclaimed. "Where's Vio?

Startled by Hagrid's roar, Tooth timidly stepped out from under the table and rested his head on Hagrid's lap.

Harry didn't speak, and Hermione had mentioned that Vio had gone home to ask Sigoness for news, which was just a nice statement, and in fact, he had indirectly driven Vio away.

Ron nodded briefly, coughed, and asked, "Hagrid, are there any crust cakes?"

"Oh, I didn't do it today and I've been wrong lately," Hagrid said apologetically, stroking his teeth with one hand and touching his face with the other, "Worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class ......"

"We like it!" Hermione lied immediately.

"yes, your class is awesome!" Ron said, crossing his fingers under the desk to tell Merlin that he was lying, "Oh, how's Flober Caterpillar?"

"Dead," said Hagrid gloomily, "lettuce has eaten too much." ”

"Oh, no!" Ron said, his lips twitching.

"The Dementors upset me too," Hagrid said, with a sudden jolt, "and every time I wanted to go to the three broomsticks for a drink, I had to walk past them, as if I were back in Azkaban......"

He was silent and gulped down his tea. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched him with bated breath. They had never heard Hagrid mention his brief stay in Azkaban. After a brief moment of silence, Hermione cautiously asked, "Is it scary in there, Hagrid?"

"You can't imagine it," Hagrid said calmly, "there's nothing like there. I thought I was going crazy. I always think about terrible things, the day I was expelled from Hogwarts, the day my dad died, the day I had to let Noble go..."

His eyes filled with tears.

Noble is a dragon that Hagrid once won by playing cards.

"After a while you don't know who you are. And you don't know what it's meant to be alive. I often wish I had fallen asleep to death, and when they let me out, I felt like I had come back to life and remembered everything, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Remember, the Dementors won't let me go. ”

"But you're not guilty!" said Hermione.

Hagrid snorted in anger.

"Do you think they're focused on that? They don't care. They had already got about 200 people with them, and they were able to drain the happiness of these people completely, so that they didn't care who was guilty and who wasn't. ”

"You don't know that day, probably two days before I was leaving, I met a guy there. Almost got choked by a couple of Dementors and died there. Hagrid said, confused, "Very unexpected: it's Boggin Bock who buys and sells all those dark magic things in Tumbledown Alley. ”

"What?!" all three of Hermione cried out. Hermione then covered her mouth, revealing only her bright eyes, as if she had seen some conspiracy again.

Harry asked, "Boginbock, did he sin too?"

"Well," Hagrid recalled, and after a few tickles as he shoved his huge fan-like hand into his shaggy hair, he said, "I don't know, but he seemed to have just been to Azkaban at the time, and it was too far away when it happened, and I didn't want to go near those weird things, but then a senior member of the Ministry of Magic came and brought a few men to carry him out, and he shouldn't be dead, and I think he's still muttering about not going over!"

"He went to Azkaban himself?" Hermione thoughtfully said, "Normal people wouldn't do that"

"Hermione, he's running a dark magic shop. Ron didn't care, "My dad said that if you spend too much time in the dark arts, your brain will break. ”

"I can't see it. Harry said with a heavy heart, "At least I don't see Voldemort having a tendency to have a bad brain. ”

Ron: "Hagrid, would you like some more tea?" he said, lifting the pot and filling it for Hagrid.

Hagrid was silent for a moment, glaring at his tea.

Then he said calmly, "I thought about letting Newbaren go, and wanted it to fly away, but how can you explain to a Hippogriff that it should hide?

He looked up at them, tears streaming down his face again. "I don't want to go back to Azkaban. ”

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In the center of a snow-white coniferous forest, a lighter road with a faint transparent color shows obvious marks of carriage wheels, like two long crystal belts.

Sitting in the carriage, Vio looked at the Manor of Santriel getting closer and closer, and the dragon and cornflower sculpture fountain that had been enchanted to start spraying mist and silver stars, and his right hand couldn't help but fumble outside his pocket, until he touched the bulge, and the indifference in his eyes was a little less.

The bulge moved, Vio thought about it, and softly reassured, "Spotted, I'll have something to eat when I get home later." ”

As the carriage stopped, Mickey welcomed Vio out of the carriage and carried her suitcase inside.

Mr. and Mrs. Sontrell stood hand in hand in front of the elegant porch, and watched gently and happily as she approached and walked up the stone steps, until Mrs. Sontrell stepped forward and put her arms around her, and gave her a wet, longing, and loving kiss.

Thinking about what was going to happen next, Vio threw his head back in her arms and smiled weakly and tiredly, while his right hand imperceptibly pressed tightly on the bulging pocket. (To be continued.) )