A cup of hot tea did soothe the mood a little, and Hagrid at least didn't continue to wipe away tears.

Just then, a voice came from the corner of Hagrid's cabin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione spun around quickly—it was Buckbeak!

It was lying in the corner of the room, chewing something, and blood was dripping all over the floor.

“…… I can't tie it with a rope in the snow! Hagrid sniffled and said, "...... It's still lonely on a great Christmas! ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

They had never seen this thing face to face with Hagrid, which Hagrid called a "funny animal" and what others called a "scary monster".

On the other hand, Buckbeak doesn't really seem to have any hurtful intentions – in fact, it's certainly endearing by Hagrid's usual standards.

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

"I've been wrong lately," Hagrid stroked his teeth with one hand and touched his face with the other, "I'm worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class......"

"We love it!" Hermione was talking nonsense.

"yes, your class is awesome!" Ron chimed in, "Oh—what happened to those Flober caterpillars?" ”

"Almost died," Hagrid said gloomily, "probably because the lettuce had eaten too much, and Maca fed them some anti-eating medicine......"

"Maca?" Harry wondered.

"yes, Maca seems to like them...... Hagrid said a little happily, "he understands them." ”

"I guess maca is for the mucus secreted by the Flober caterpillar - it's a natural potion thickener." Hermione explained in a whisper behind Harry.

"Also, those Dementors upset me too," Hagrid suddenly changed the subject, "every time I wanted to go to the three broomsticks for a drink, I had to walk past them, as if I was back in Azkaban......"

At this point, he immediately stopped talking again and began to gulp down his tea.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at him with wide eyes—they had never heard Hagrid mention that he had been in Azkaban before.

"You mean, you've been there?" Ron said in surprise.

"yes, I went once." Hagrid slurched.

The time he said it was, of course, the time Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic when the Chamber of Secrets was opened last semester.

Because Hagrid was framed by Tom Riddle fifty years ago, he had to stay in Azkaban for a few weeks during the Secret Room incident last semester, and was not acquitted until the incident was over.

But apart from him and Dumbledore, Maca had overheard outside the hut.

At this moment, Harry and the others thought that Hagrid had just visited someone in Azkaban!

After a brief moment of silence, Hermione cautiously asked, "Is it scary in there, Hagrid?" ”

"Of course, you can't imagine it," Hagrid said calmly, "there...... It's scary indeed. ”

"The prisoners who were there, after a while, didn't know who they were. And you don't know what it's meant to be alive...... Also, the Dementors themselves are reluctant to let anyone go, so they don't care if you commit a crime or not. ”

Hagrid was silent for a moment, glaring at his tea. Then he said calmly, "I've thought about letting Buckbeak go...... Want it to fly away...... But how can you explain to a Hippogriff that it should hide? ”

"And—and I'm afraid of breaking the law......" he looked up at them, tears streaming down his face again, "I don't want to go to Azkaban. ”

Hagrid's trip to Hagrid's hut was far from fun, but it was at least a distraction for Harry.

Although Harry had definitely not forgotten about Blake, he couldn't always think about revenge if he wanted to help Hagrid win the case against the Hazardous Creatures Committee.

The three Harry made a trip to the library on their way back, and when they returned to the empty common room, their arms were full of books that might help prepare a defense for Buckbeak.

The three of them sat in front of the exuberant fire, slowly flipping through the dusty files.

It was a well-known case study of the protection of magical creatures, and they would occasionally talk to each other when they saw the situation. Everyone really wanted to help poor Hagrid.

While Harry and the others were dealing with the old files, Maca was bothering with some magical creatures.

That's right, after nearly two months of "blind" cultivation in Aragog, his wife Mosag is finally pregnant again.

And Maca, who has recently become a full-time nanny for Mosag.

He prepared a lot of fetal protection measures for this special pregnant woman, so that she could successfully give birth to the first batch of babies who have been modified by blood.

But everyone knows that "female" tempers during pregnancy are always a little short-tempered.

"Mosag, it's time for nutrition."

"Click, click......"

"I'm sorry, I know you're not in a good mood, but-"

"Click, click......"

"Okay, okay, let's go a little longer."

"Click, click......"

"Okay, okay...... I'll go out first......"

Maca retreated from Aragog's lair, and he saw that Aragog was waiting at the entrance of the cave!

"As I said, she hasn't been in a good temper lately, and I don't go in much." It muttered with its eyes closed.

"Maybe that's right, but she has to take care to protect the child in her belly...... Anyone who has to be healthy and healthy, every one of them is. Maca spread her hands.

"yes!" Aragog sighed very humanly, "You're right, I'll try it later." ”

Around the nest, thousands of eight-eyed spiders are close to each other, trying to get a little more in front of each other - they are also interested in the new companions that are about to be born.

But due to the majesty of Aragog, they can only maintain a certain distance.

"By the way, Aragog," asked Maca, turning her head suddenly, "do you know what else lives in the woods?" ”

"There are a lot! Like a three-headed dog, some Thestrals, and unicorns...... And, of course, several tribes of centaurs. "Some time ago there was an iron lump, like a carriage, but with four wheels, and it was scurrying about in the woods. ”

Maca immediately guessed that it must be the flying car that Ron drove over last semester.

“…… However, if you go a little deeper, it's closer to the mountains. It was a land where no living creatures lived," Aragog continued, "and there was a rumor in the woods that there were dragons living in the mountains!" ”

"It's not those fire-breathing lizards, it's a real dragon!" ”

"Dragons?" "Aren't they extinct in antiquity?" ”

The dragons they call are big creatures that are over 300 feet long. Although there is a lot of information missing because of the passage of time, their existence is always found in the murals left behind by some ancient wizards.

"I don't know," said Aragog, "you know, dragons love to sleep. As long as they don't move, no one knows if there is a ...... on the mountain."

"But because the rumor continues, and the foot of the mountain is safe—" it added, "so I'm going to move the nest, knowing that I've been watching over there all these years, but nothing has happened." ”

"They'd better stay out of action for the rest of their lives." Maca shook her head and said, "If you run out now, I don't think anyone will be able to take them." ”

Maca was telling the truth, he wasn't interested in the powerful creatures that gave wizards of antiquity a headache. You know, today's wizarding world is developing in the direction of life and peace, and its ability to fight has long been much worse than before.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with that, after all, real battles are fought to the death, and peace is the ultimate goal that people pursue......

Overall, Mosag is still in good shape, at least the baby in her belly is normal. After Aragog got the nourishment and gave it to Mosag, Maca went back.

That night, everything was calm and Maca had a good night's sleep.

From the next morning, the professors began to dress up the school.

Elsewhere in the castle, the splendid decorations that are customary for Christmas are done, although there are very few students who remain in school.

Thick bands of holly and mistletoe hung along the corridors, and each suit of armor shone with a mysterious light.

Twelve Christmas trees were placed in the auditorium as usual, and the trees were shining with golden stars. And the corridor is filled with the strong and enticing aroma of food.

The scent was so strong that even Spotted stuck his nose out of Ron's pocket, the shelter, and sniffed the scent hopefully.

All signs are that Christmas is coming.

But Maca didn't let that slow down the pace of his Charms class.

In his eyes, Harry's half-Patronus Charm was clearly not enough. He urged them to train every day, and the Dementors got a new one every day—to keep Harry and their trainees energized every day!

And this kind of non-stop training mode really worked well, and until the fourth day, even Ron successfully summoned his own Patronus.

"Oh! Look at! I did it! Ron exclaimed happily.

"A dog?" Harry looked at the Patronus in front of Ron.

Probably because Ron's Patronus wasn't in a stable state yet, he had to wait until he was more skilled to see what kind of breed it was.

But at least it was a dog, and it didn't run.

"The appearance of the Patronus is related to your own personality and experience, you can refer to each other, this can help you know your heart better." Maca explained, "So that you can become proficient in the Patronus Charm. ”