"Thank you very much, Professor Kate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" When he opened the door and saw Phyllis, Hagrid said enthusiastically and gratefully, he had always thought that Leah had accepted Phyllis's orders to help Buckbeak escape.

Phyllis was stunned for a moment, but quickly smiled and said, "It's nothing, you're too polite, Hagrid." After realizing that Hagrid might be mistaken, Phyllis did not deny it, after all, it was too troublesome to explain to him the special and complicated relationship between Hermione, Leah, and herself, and there were many things that were not good enough to be humane, so it was better to admit it directly.

Phyllis had been invited by Hagrid to be a guest, and though she was not so reluctant - she had too much to do lately - but Hagrid was also a professor at Hogwarts after all, and he had invited him many times, and Phyllis was not too embarrassed by the big honest man's face, so she found a free time.

Phyllis had visited Hagrid's cabin once before, two or three years ago, and was impressed by the clutter and filth of the cabin, and when she came back she found that the not-so-small "cabin" was even more messy.

There was a large pile of firewood next to the huge fireplace, you must know that it was the end of May, and the average temperature was already above 20 degrees Celsius, and a few months ago there was no need to burn the fireplace, which should have been left over from the winter, and Hagrid had left it until now.

In the corner of the wall was an iron-framed bed, which was already large for ordinary people, but looking at Hagrid's size, he would be able to stretch his legs straight when he lay on it, but on this bed, which was a little cramped to him, there were some messy things, a piece of pie that had been gnawed but not eaten, a large teacup, and a ball of clothes, because they were grouped together, it was impossible to tell what the clothes were, but at least the color could be seen, the clothes that should have been moist and deep dark blue, but now they were unknownThe "dye" was dyed black and brown. Hagrid's sheets and quilt were also in the same situation, and Phyllis wondered if he hadn't unwashed his own quilt.

In the middle of the cabin was a table made of logs, which should be Hagrid's own handiwork, some of the stubble on the side was not completely clean, and there was a large copper kettle on the table, which should be soaked in the kind of large-leaf rock tea that Hagrid often drank, the taste was very strong, some rushed, bitter and not much aftertaste, but it was Hagrid's favorite, and I don't know how he developed the habit of drinking tea.

The size of the cabin was not small, but it was still crowded because of the large number of things Hagrid used, a bed, a table took up nearly half of the space, plus some chairs and stools, and a utility shelf by the wall, which filled the whole room, except for a clearing in the corner, and from the few feathers left on the ground and the peculiar smell, Buckbeak had been there before.

Phyllis walked in and searched for a long time, and finally found a dusty but clean stool in the corner.

Seeing Phyllis like this, Hagrid said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's too messy here." ”

Phyllis moved the stool over, wiped it down, and said, "It's okay, you know I have a bad habit of cleanliness." ”

"That's not a bad thing." Hagrid said with a smile. Generally speaking, cleanliness is really annoying, because people who are cleanliness are often not only strict with themselves, but also strict with the people around them, so that everyone can do it according to his habits, which is of course very annoying. But Phyllis is not such a person, although she also wipes down the things she uses, not only her bedroom, her office, but even the history of magic classroom is the cleanest of all classrooms. But she wouldn't be harsh on students who accidentally soiled Phyllis, actually Amy, a professor she had worked so hard to clean up. Of course, it is also important to note that Phyllis's appearance and strength, it is natural that such a beautiful and powerful wizard has a little quirk, and it is already good that this little quirk does not affect the others too much.

Hagrid lifted the copper kettle on the table and poured a bowl of rock tea for Phyllis, a cup the size of which seemed to Phyllis, and poured another bowl for himself, then sat down on a cloth mound and said, "I knew that you could appreciate the beauty of those lovely fellows, and many people thought of Buckbeak as a beast, and a terrible beast, but in my heart he was a very beautiful creature of nature." After speaking, he also drank a large sip of rock tea that had just been brewed and was rich in flavor.

Phyllis was still surprised that Hagrid said such a thing, in the eyes of others Hagrid was a rough and bold man, who liked to fiddle with some dangerous creatures, Phyllis did not expect that deep down in his heart he actually had a yearning for beauty, but what he longed for and liked was the beauty of nature. Indeed, those terrible and ferocious monsters that are seen by others are also the perfect creations of nature, and for those who can appreciate the beauty of nature, they are indeed cute and beautiful.

"Maybe it's because of the fear that lurks deep in their hearts, people will instinctively want to avoid creatures that they can't control and resist, and they will also show a certain hatred." Phyllis thought about it and said seriously.

"Is that so?" Hagrid touched his furry head and said, "I don't know much about that. ”

Phyllis said, "You still need to understand, after all, you are also a professor at Hogwarts now, and you are responsible for teaching students about these magical creatures. ”

Hagrid shook his head and said, "No, I can't, I'm stupid in this regard, I wouldn't have guessed what other people were thinking before." ”

"It's okay, study slowly, I didn't know anything except a little history when I first came to Hogwarts, and now I'm slowly improving." Phyllis encouraged.

"I'm not like you." Hagrid said, "I've heard Professor McGonagall say that you're as gifted as a mystery man...... She's not scolding you, she's really not, and although the mysterious man is hateful and a terrible demon, he is indeed powerful, and you will become just as powerful. I'm different, I was stupid when I was in school, I was slow to learn anything, and now I can't learn anything. ”

"Okay then." Hagrid herself didn't want to learn from Phyllis, she picked up the bowl of tea, but looked at the dark yellow tea, put it down again, and said, "If you don't think I'm too careful, you can tell me about the magical beasts you want to talk about in class, and I'll choose for you." ”

"Is that okay? Wouldn't it be too much trouble. Hagrid said a little embarrassed.

"Nothing trouble, no trouble." Phyllis said, "You give me a list, I'll take a look, just help you choose the topic of the lecture, you have to teach the students yourself, I mainly don't want this kind of thing to happen again, this kind of thing is not good for everyone." ”

Hagrid knew that Phyllis was talking about Buckbeak, and he said with some sadness, "You're right, this kind of thing is not good for everyone. "After the Hippogriff's injury, Phyllis convinces Hagrid that it is inappropriate to bring such a powerful creature to a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-olds who don't know anything, without considering the safety of the students or the harm that students who don't know anything about magical creatures.

"Thank you then, Professor Kate." Hagrid accepted Phyllis's offer of help without giving it much thought.

"Okay, you're going to be a professor in the Protecting Magical Creatures class that all students love." Phyllis said with a smile.

Hagrid grinned, and though he thought it was unlikely, he was glad to hear Phyllis say that.

After a few more conversations with Hagrid, Phyllis looked out at the sky through the window and said, "Okay, I'm going back, it looks like it's going to rain soon." "The sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds this morning, and now the clouds are getting thicker, and it is rainy and rainy in England this time of year, and it often rains.

Hagrid also looked at the sky and said, "Well, it looks like it's going to rain soon, I have an umbrella here for you to hold, in case it rains along the way." As he spoke, he pulled out a large black umbrella from a pile of debris in the corner.

"Okay, thanks." Phyllis stood up and said.

As Hagrid handed the umbrella to Phyllis, he accidentally touched the utility shelf, knocking over one of the jars on it, and out of it rolled out a mouse, which looked like an old mouse, with some gray hair.

Phyllis leaned over to look at it, and flicked the mouse with her hand, it was just lying on the table, and if it wasn't for the warmth on her hand, Phyllis would have thought it was dead.

"Is this rat yours?" Phyllis asked.

"No, it's not mine, I never raise rats." Hagrid said that for Hagrid's size, a rat was too small for a pet to be pinched to death if he was not careful, and he didn't know when a rat came to his house and hid in a jar.

"It's so pitiful." Phyllis sighed and said, "Can you give it to me?" It looks like it's sick now, and I think I can try to treat it. ”

"Oh, okay, then you can take it away." Hagrid said disapprehantly.

Phyllis asked for a rough piece of paper from Hagrid, wrapped the rat and put it in the pocket of her robe, and suddenly came to a strange environment, she felt the rat move, as if it was struggling, Phyllis put her hand into her pocket, patted it through the paper bag, it was strange to say, the restless mouse quickly quieted down.

With an umbrella and a mouse in her hand, Phyllis said goodbye to Hagrid and walked out of the cabin. Not long after she walked out of Hagrid's cabin, a muffled thunder sounded, and the branches that had been swaying slightly fell to silence, followed by large drops of rain.

Fortunately, there was an umbrella from Hagrid just in case, and Phyllis opened the umbrella and thought happily. The rain was very heavy, and in a blink of an eye, a dense rain curtain hung between heaven and earth, and it was impossible to see clearly from a distance of more than ten meters, Phyllis put down a distance towards the castle again, and suddenly turned back and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

Phyllis is already very familiar with the Forbidden Forest, for various reasons, she has often had to go in and out of the Forbidden Forest in recent years, although it is now raining heavily that is rare in England, but Phyllis still walks briskly on the forest path, and does not feel any inconvenience.

But this time Phyllis did not go deep into the Forbidden Forest, she came to a clearing in the woods, took the mouse out of her pocket, placed it on a stone, and took a step back.

The rain fell on the poor mouse, and soon the paper that had wrapped it rotted, and the mouse just lay on the stone, motionless, and let the rain pour it into a soup.

Phyllis circled the rat and said, "There's one thing I don't understand, how can a mouse, and an old rat that is dying, have such powerful mental fluctuations?" ”

The corners of the mouse's mouth twitched, but it didn't move.

Phyllis sighed and said, "Well, since you're so insistent. With that, she drew her wand and shouted, "Drill your heart and cut your bones!" ”

A dark green beam of magic struck the mouse, and it twitched violently, squeaking in pain.

Ten minutes later, Phyllis put her wand down, and the mouse lay on its side on the stone, twitching from time to time, and she smiled coldly and said, "I really didn't expect you to have such a strong will, in the memory of your classmates, you are a cowardly and incompetent coward." ”

The mouse remained motionless, just wheezing violently.

"Okay, okay." Phyllis laughed angrily, and when it came to this, the guy was still pretending to be stupid in front of him, was he taking himself for a fool?

"Maybe I'm wrong, you're just a rat dying of old age, and you're seriously ill, so I'll give you a ride." Phyllis recited a spell viciously, "Avada suo!" ”

A green magic beam flew straight towards the mouse, this time it was a life-seeking spell, and if you pretend to be stupid, you will die, the mouse turned over nimbly, fell into the grass, and planned to flee directly.

After running a short distance, the mouse hit an invisible magic barrier, which hit it so hard that the mouse felt black in front of him and almost passed out.

Before the mouse had time to catch its breath, the alarm bell in his heart was loud, and he subconsciously rushed to the side, followed by a violent explosion, and the mouse was directly overturned by the impact wave, and then turned several times in the air, fell heavily to the ground, and turned into a short man.

Phyllis smiled and said, "Peter Pettigrew, you have finally appeared. (To be continued.) )