Both Harry and Ron were a little ashamed of Hagrid's sincere admonition, but their thoughts were related to their respective personalities.

Of course, let's not talk about the matter between them for now, because there are more important things to talk about on Maca's side!

At ten o'clock that night, the depression deep in the Forbidden Forest ......

"Oh--click-click--my darlings-" Alagog's wife, Mosag, carefully holding a small pile of egg sacs from the tips of her forelimbs, reluctantly, "they're all my treasures, but...... All right! ”

Maca reached out and took it, holding it in the palm of her hand with the same care—in fact, the children of the eight-eyed spider were all unbelievably small when they were born.

"Maca, I think you're going to take care of them, aren't you?" Mosag stared at his hand tightly.

That's natural, and for Maca, these little ones are probably just as good as his own children—I mean, if anything.

In short, the degree of care he pays to these oocysts is definitely extraordinary.

"In about a month, the kids will run out on their own." That's when Aragog stepped forward and said.

After repeated reassurances from Maca, he said goodbye to the Aragogs.

Once all the oocysts have hatched, they will have to move, and if Maca wants to find them again, she will have to walk a long way.

But that's not too important for Maca.

In the days that followed, he put these little egg sacs in a candy box and brought them around all day, like a good father who cares too much about his children.

He didn't have time to deal with the other things that were happening around him—except for the ones he had to do. For example, he had to give Lupin medicine on time; For example, he has to keep his research going as usual......

For this reason, he missed the days of going to Hogsmeade Village to relax, but he still did not miss the bad news that Buckbeak lost the lawsuit.

One day at noon, after lunchtime.

"Hagrid has lost the case, and Buckbeak is going to be executed......" Hermione held a letter in her hand, her lips trembling, "Maca, can you help it?" ”

"Buckbeak?" Maca blinked, "Oh, Hagrid's Hippogriff, what's going on?" ”

He almost ignored it.

"Hagrid—Hagrid sent me this." Hermione said, handing the letter to Maca.

The parchment letter was wet, and the ink was blurred by large teardrops, making it difficult to make out in some places. I don't know if it's Hagrid's tears or Hermione's - maybe it's both!

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Dear Hermione,

We lost. They allowed me to take it back to Hogwarts, and the date of the execution was yet to be decided. Buckbeak loves London and I won't forget all the help you gave us.

Hagrid

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Hermione seems to have been crying a little too much lately, and she seems to be in bad spirits, and sooner or later she will get sick from it.

"Well......," Maca pondered for a moment, then looked up, "It's not really a big deal, you have to remember: we're in the wizarding world now, not the Muggle world we used to live in. ”

"W-What do you mean?" Hermione was stunned for a moment.

"Meaning—" Maca spread her hands, and said naturally, "hide it so that no one can find it, and this is not the end?" ”

"Is this really possible?" Hermione was surprised, "I mean, can we really hide it so that no one else can find it?" ”

"Of course, it's not that hard...... However, isn't there an appeal period, and it's not yet time for complete despair! Maca comforted, "It's just that this requires some special means......

"By what means?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

Maca reached out and patted Hermione on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "...... You don't want to know. ”

For Maca, Hagrid was a useful friend. Although he doesn't make friends because of interests, I have to say that "interests" really occupy a great position in Maka's heart.

At the very least, when he didn't know what "friendship" was, he was still willing to put a little effort into forming a deeper friendship with Hagrid.

Whether it's your past self or your current self, you don't think it will be a bad decision.

"So...... Is there anything I need to do? Hermione couldn't help but ask.

"Do whatever you have to do," Maca said calmly, "I think if I say, 'You don't have to do anything,' you won't be able to settle down, will you?" ”

“…… You're right. Hermione nodded, then turned away with a look of unease.

Maca pulled the candy box out of her pocket, opened it and looked at it a few more times before heading down the stairs to her contented end.

Maybe it's because a lot of things are squeezed together, which makes something that shouldn't have happened at this point in time suddenly come together in advance.

One night before the Easter holidays, there were almost no clouds in the sky, and the moonlight was softly falling down, illuminating the entire Hogwarts castle in a layer of blue.

When Maca was about to make some preparations for Buckbeak, he saw a black dog at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, not far from the beating willow.

"I really can't settle down......" Maca scratched her hair and chased after her.

However, at the moment he could not reveal something in front of Blake, so he had to follow far behind, barely enough to be completely lost.

After that, he discovers an unusual truth about the matter - Blake seems to be running after Spotted?

Chasing Spotted? Right now?

Although because of the size, I can't see if there is a mouse from a distance. But when Maca saw the black dog in a big circle and was galloping towards Hagrid's hut, his slow speed was revealed.

At this moment, Maca was obviously closer to Hagrid's hut than Blake and the others.

But at this moment, a wolf howl suddenly sounded from the castle, and the howl mixed with pain and mania completely broke the silent night sky.

"What?" Maca, who was briskly walking towards the hut, was stunned for a moment, paused, and looked back at a window on the third floor of the castle.

On the lawn not far from him, Black in the form of Animagus also turned his head, and a pair of dark dog eyes looked fixedly at Hogwarts Castle.

In the midst of the two men's shocked or pensive gazes, a muscular figure covered in long hair peeked out of the window where Maca was looking, and in the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight, even if it was far away, it was also illuminated in a fine light.

Beneath the seemingly tough and thick fur is a muscular, muscular and muscular humanoid body, which is absolutely explosive just by looking at it effortlessly climbing the edge of the window and hanging on the outer wall, stepping on the wall tiles and jumping straight to the roof of the building next to it.

Supported by pure physical strength, the figure leaped high and fell heavily, leaping over the spires of the castle and rushing straight towards Maca.

Closer, even its face could be seen clearly—it was a monstrous wolf head, with an occasional roar that startled the countless students living in the tower.

The lights in the castle gradually came on, and things seemed to be heading out of control.

"Do I look that tasty?" Maca drew her wand and turned back to Blake and shouted, "Go after that mouse, I'll take care of it here." ”

"Can you? Werewolves aren't that easy to deal with, so don't use what you've learned in class! Blake said loudly.

"It's always okay to put it off, you go quickly." Maca waved her hand, then headed for Lupin, who had turned into a werewolf.

"Professor Lupin!" Maca shouted tentatively, but it apparently didn't help.

Although he didn't quite know why the effect of the wolf poison potion didn't work—maybe Lupin forgot to drink it, or maybe something else went wrong, who knows?

He didn't have time to think about it.

In the blink of an eye, the other party was already close in front of Maka, and the two were not even more than 10 feet apart.

Caught in madness and bloodlust, Lupin raised his claws, and Maca could even see the cold light reflected in the moon.

"Faint!"

A crimson flame slammed into Lupin's hairy chest at close range, and the sparks of mana scattered and splattered in all directions from the violent impact, and Lupin shook his "Teng Teng" and took several steps back.

But the werewolf's magical defense is not inferior to the physical defense at all, and even if the werewolf's perverted physical self-healing ability is excluded, it is unknown that the magical defense may be better.

Maca's stun spell didn't work very well.

"What a hassle......

At school, various concerns made Maca dare not use more abilities to deal with the battle, and Lupin, who was the target of the battle, made him a little restricted.

"Swift." He muttered silently, but the speed had to be suppressed to a level that was barely enough to dodge Lupin's claw blow, and suddenly the scene looked extremely thrilling.

Maca pulled a syringe from her waist and tried to put Lupin to sleep for a while. But while having to worry about the werewolf's strength, it was really a terrible thing to get close to him and inject the potion into the werewolf's body.

One by one, the spells hit Lupin in a state of rage, but instead of suppressing it, it only angered him more and more. Although Maca knew in her heart that the werewolf's notoriously lack of stamina would cause Lupin to wither quickly, time was of the essence.

At that moment, Maca decisively aimed her wand at the ground......