If there is training, there will naturally be rest.

Especially when you're sparring with Dementors, you need to rest even more - at least a piece of chocolate, right?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as an "intermission" here in Maca.

When Hermione failed twice in a row, her face was already very bad. But just as Professor Lupin was about to give her a break, Maca took out another bottle of the same Cheff flower card mixed with buffalo milk that she had given to Ginny on the train.

This thing works great, it's really awesome!

In the blink of an eye, Hermione, who had already fallen into a state of depression, immediately smiled after taking a few drops.

"How does it feel?" Maca asked.

"I think I'm the happiest person in the world!" Hermione waved heartily at him, grinning.

"Is her personality a little broken?" Ron asked Harry beside him as he looked at Hermione cautiously.

"I remember...... It's as if Maca once said that it would be good to wait for the effect of the medicine to pass. Harry shrugged.

On the other hand, Maca didn't let Hermione stop.

“…… That's all, try again! "I'm sure you'll succeed this time, remember that feeling!" ”

With that, he pushed the Dementors towards Hermione again.

"Divine Guard!" There was even a smile on Hermione's face, and she waved her wand and recited the incantation decisively.

Obviously, under the effect of Chev's flower juice, Hermione's "happiness index" has almost risen a notch.

I saw that a large amount of silver-white light mist quickly appeared on the tip of her wand, and gradually solidified in the continuous interweaving......

In a few moments, Hermione's Patronus was formed!

"Merlin is on top!" Professor Flitwick jumped out of his chair again, and he screamed, "What kind of potion is that?" ”

Lupin also said with a look of surprise: "I heard Maca say that it is the juice of the Chev flower...... It seems to have been mixed with milk. ”

"Oh - I bet! The value of Chev flowers will increase again because of this moment! Flitwick slapped his face and said excitedly.

Maca glanced over the side, and he raised his index finger at his lips, "Shhhh ”

With that, he turned his gaze back to Hermione's Patronus again.

Covered in a silvery mist of Patronus Charm, it was leaping and smashing Dementors all over the room, and Ron and Harry had to flee with them.

For a moment, the room was a mess.

But Marka, who was supposed to go up and catch the Dementor, just stared at Hermione's Patronus, stunned, and didn't have time to pay attention to the poor Dementor.

"Rabbit?" Maca frowned and pondered, "I don't remember exactly, but Hermione's Patronus ...... It shouldn't be a rabbit, right? ”

It was a Scottish lop rabbit, to be exact. The long ears that droop on the sides and fly up and down with each jump make it hard to misidentify its species.

"Alright! At least those two front teeth are right......" Maca shook her head before heading towards the Dementors.

After that, Maca asked Harry and Ron to try in turn.

Harry, on the other hand, had succeeded once, and at least he could have successfully released a mist of light to resist it; But Ron had only succeeded once after taking Chev Flower Juice.

"Let's try again tomorrow!" Maca glanced at the sky outside the window and saw that it was almost dusk, "That's all for today, it's time for dinner in a moment." ”

With that, he didn't wait for the others to say anything more, and went out again with the Dementor's face in his hands.

"Oh! Poor dementor ......"

Harry found himself in a much better mood, even making a little joke. It seems that sometimes venting is also a good way to relieve stress.

As for the two professors, Lupin and Flitwick, they had already left in the middle of the lecture.

The three of them stayed here for a while, resting a little.

None of them had thought of anything interesting, but at least Harry didn't dwell on Blake's affairs any longer. Or, in fact, he just temporarily hid all those troubled thoughts in a corner of his heart.

Soon, it was time for dinner.

After hastily filling their stomachs, they inadvertently noticed that Hagrid did not seem to have come to the hall to eat.

"Hey! I think we should go check him out! Ron thought for a moment and proposed, "It's been a long, long time since we've seen him!" ”

"Ah, let's go," said Harry at once, "I could ask him why he never mentioned Blake 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 he had before.

"Don't worry!" Harry said, "I've figured it out, Maca was right, I should have been braver—at least I had to know how to face it head-on!" ”

So they went back to their quarters, put on their cloaks, and walked through the empty corridors of the castle and out of the oak gates.

They walked slowly on the lawn, leaving a trail of their footprints on the dazzling snow.

It was indeed cold outside, and they felt like the edges of their socks and cloak were soaking wet and frozen.

The Forbidden Forest looked like magic, each tree was slightly covered in silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like an overfrozen piece of ice cream.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He's supposed to be in the house, right?" Hermione said, huddled under her cloak and shivered.

Ron put his ear to the wooden door.

"There's a strange sound," he said, "listen—is it a tooth?" ”

Harry and Hermione leaned over to listen, and they noticed a low, trembling moan coming from inside the hut.

"I think we'd better find someone...... All right? Ron said uneasily.

"Hagrid!" Harry didn't care about that, he slammed the wooden door and shouted, "Hagrid, are you home?" ”

With the sound of heavy footsteps, the door creaked open.

Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears falling on the front of his leather waistcoat.

"You hear you!" He shouted loudly, then pounced on Harry and put his arms around Harry's neck.

With Hagrid's big-waisted body, this is no joke.

Harry was on the verge of collapse under Hagrid's pressure, but thankfully he was rescued by Ron and Hermione in time, who got under Hagrid's armpit and lifted him up.

Harry helped, too, and the three of them got Hagrid back to the hut.

Hagrid allowed them to pull himself into a chair and sit down, and then he covered his face with his elbows over the edge of the table and sobbed uncontrollably.

In a few moments, his face was full of tears, and tears slid down his unkempt beard.

"Hagrid, what's wrong?" Hermione was stunned.

At this point, Harry noticed a formal-looking letter on the table, which had been opened.

"What's that, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

Hagrid sobbed even more when he heard this, and he pushed the letter to Harry, who picked it up and read it: "Dear Mr. Rubeus Hagrid: We have further investigated the incident in your class in which the Hippogriff attacked the students, and we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurances that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident......"

"Isn't that great, Hagrid!" Ron patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

But Hagrid was still sobbing, and he waved his huge hands for Harry to continue reading.

“…… However, we must express our concern about this problematic Hippogriff. We have decided to uphold Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint. Therefore, the matter will be referred to the Committee for the Disposal of Hazardous Organisms. ”

"There will be a hearing at the Commission-London office on April 20th, and we will ask you and your Hippogriff to attend on that day."

"During this time, the Hippogriff should be tethered and isolated. Your colleagues...... Well, it should be the list of school boards behind. ”

"Oh," Ron said, "but you've said Buckbeak isn't a mischievous hippony, Hagrid. I bet it'll be fine-"

"You don't know about those weirdos in the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures!" Hagrid wiped his tears from his sleeve and interrupted in a choked voice, "They've these funny animals!" ”

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

"That's useless either!" Hagrid sobbed, "Those demons of the Disposition Committee, they are all in the hands of Lucius Malfoy!" They were all afraid of him! If I lose the case, Buckbeak...... Oh poor ......"

Hagrid quickly swiped his finger to his throat, then let out a wail and fell to the side, his face buried deep in the crook of his arm.

"I'm sure I've read about a Hippogriff's fishing case," Hermione mused, "and in that case, Hippogriff's winged beast was fine...... I'll look it for you, Hagrid, and if you find it, you'll find out what's going on! ”

Hagrid howled even louder, and Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, counting on him to help.

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

Harry glared at him.

"That's what my mom does when somebody is in a bad mood." Ron shrugged and muttered.

Finally, after they had promised to help again and a cup of piping hot tea in front of them, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.

"You're right, I can't collapse, I have to pull myself together......"