In recent days, Maca has been on the Hufflepuff table quite punctually at breakfast time.

In fact, it's hard to come by. According to the calculations of those who are interested, the probability of maca eating on time has been decreasing year by year.

And there will be several cliff-like declines every school year, and the routines are really unpredictable.

Of course, everyone has seen this kind of thing many times, and they quickly become accustomed to it.

If you want to say who the protagonist is this morning, it is probably Neville.

Not only did Neville write down the password to enter the Gryffindor common room, but he also lost the paper on which he had memorized the password.

For this reason, Sirius Black actually entered the dormitory of Gryffindor House!

Professor McGonagall was so angry at this that she immediately ordered Neville not to go to Hogsmeade again.

Not only that, but she also locked Neville in confinement, forbidding anyone to give him the passcode to enter the tower. Poor Neville had to wait in the common room every night to see if anyone could take him in—and the gnomes would tease him with unpleasant remarks at all times.

However, none of these punishments were comparable to what his grandmother was ready to wait for him.

Two days after Black broke into the tower, she sent Neville something, the worst thing a Hogwarts student could ever receive for breakfast - a roaring letter.

On that day, the school's owl flew into the lobby and delivered the mail as usual. Just then, a huge barn owl stopped in front of him, holding a scarlet envelope, and Neville was dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron were sitting across from him, and immediately recognized it as a yelling letter—Ron had gotten one from his mom the previous year.

"Run, Neville!" Ron hurriedly admonished him.

Neville didn't need him to say it a second time.

He grabbed the envelope and ran out of the hall like a bomb in his hand, and the Slytherin students laughed at his appearance.

Soon, the screaming letter could be heard in the antechamber—it was Neville's grandmother's voice, a hundred times louder than usual, and she screamed at Neville for bringing shame on the entire family.

Harry was too busy feeling sorry for Neville to notice that he had a letter too. Hedwig pecked Harry the wrist to get his attention.

"Ouch! Oh - thank you, Hedwig......"

Harry tore open the envelope as Hedwig ate the nachos on Neville's plate without waiting for him to be invited.

Harry saw it, and the note in the envelope read......

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Dear Harry and Ron,

Would you like to have tea with me around six o'clock tonight? I will come to the castle to pick you up and wait for me in the hall, you are not allowed to leave the castle by yourself.

Hagrid

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"He'd probably want to hear all about Blake!" Ron leaned over and said excitedly after reading it.

And at this moment, Maca also received a letter from her side.

As you can see from his letter, it's very different from the other envelopes — it's stamped with a postmark.

Marfa, the owl who had brought the envelope, landed on the edge of the table next to Maca, a rare sight today. To be honest, Maca hadn't seen it for a long time, and I didn't know where it had flown around lately.

However, it is still feathered with oil, and it looks like life should still be very moisturizing.

"Willy?" Maca placed her plate directly in front of it, picked up the envelope with her left hand and looked at it.

This is a transnational letter from Paris, France, and I don't know how this letter was delivered, but the envelope is full of dust at the moment.

The letter felt very thick to the touch, and it looked like it contained a lot of stationery. He tore open the envelope and looked inside, and sure enough, it was a thick stack.

"Has Willy been obsessed with writing novels lately or something?" Maca thought casually as she pulled out the letter paper.

As soon as he opened the letter, he understood that most of this large stack of neatly folded together was actually a schedule record for cultivating Rafaela Dragon Kisses!

Looking at the dense data, as well as the small and delicate fonts, it is obvious that it has been carefully copied.

Seeing that Willy was so serious, Maca couldn't help but look through it carefully in order, until the last record, he finally saw the data of successful flowering.

And the letter paper that actually writes the content is just a sheet. And, there is only one sentence on it - when the flowers are blooming, when will you come and see.

Maca was stunned for a moment, then decisively stuffed the cultivation record and the only piece of paper back into the envelope.

“…… What a letter with a strong style. He couldn't help but mutter as he shoved it in.

The next moment, however, he found that the thick stack of papers could not be stuffed in—it seemed that something was holding them up.

He grabbed the corner of the envelope and shook it slightly, followed by a magical photo that slipped onto the table.

It was a photo of Willy kissing with a blooming Rafaela dragon.

The flowers are similar to those shown in the profile picture: they bloom like the dragon's beak, the jagged petals are as frightening as the dragon's teeth, the rhizomes and tendrils are entangled in the top of the tower, and from time to time it spews out flaming dragon breath, which looks very arrogant.

And Willy was next to the tall Rafaela Dragon Kiss - compared to the imposing flower, Willy looked like a baby, and she calmly looked at Maca outside the photo, as expressionless as ever.

"It's an interesting combination." Maca picked up the photo and looked at it for a while, but when he turned it over and looked at it more, he found that there was a small line on the back of the photo.

- Are the flowers blooming in the greenhouse?

Willie was referring to, of course, those unknown flower species. In recent times, the stems and leaves have become thicker and thicker, and they are more likely to attract people's eyes, the kind that can't take their eyes off when they are staring.

After discussing it with Professor Sprout, Maca moved them to the last greenhouse to prevent other students from being recruited.

But if they are not blooming, Maca can only regret that they are not.

It's been a long time, and they still haven't budded yet, let alone bloomed—and that's a pretty amazing thing.

The reply was arranged by Maca for the evening, and at this time, it was time for him to continue his research.

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At six o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ron left the Gryffindor House tower, trotted past the security gnomes, and made a beeline for the antechamber, where Hagrid was already waiting for them.

"Hello, Hagrid!" Ron said, "I guess you want to hear about what happened on Saturday night, don't you?" ”

"I've heard it all." Hagrid said, opening the gate and leading them out of the castle.

"Oh." Ron said, a little frustrated.

When they entered Hagrid's hut, the first thing they saw was Buckbeak the Hippogriff.

It was lying on Hagrid's patched sheets, its huge wings clinging to its sides.

He was enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.

Harry deliberately avoided the unpleasant sight, and he saw a huge, shaggy brown suit and a terrible yellow and orange tie hanging from Hagrid's closet door.

"What are these things for, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"Buckbeak's case against the Committee on Hazardous Biological Matters," said Hagrid, "and I'm going to London with it this Friday." I have booked two berths on the knight bus......"

Harry immediately felt an uncomfortable feeling of guilt - the date of Buckbeak's judgment was so near, and yet he had completely forgotten about it; And judging by the look on Ron's face, he probably forgot about it.

Naturally, they had forgotten their promise to help prepare Buckbeak's defense: the arrival of the Firebolts had made them forget all about it.

Hagrid poured them tea and brought them a plate of Bath fruit bread for them to eat, but they knew it was better not to eat it: they had learned enough about Hagrid's craft.

"I have something to discuss with the two of you." Hagrid sat down between the two of them, his expression serious, at least very different from his usual attitude.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Hermione." Hagrid mentioned her name.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.

"She's fine, and that's the problem...... She'd come to see me many times since Christmas, and would often say she didn't know what to say to Marca—" Hagrid shook his head suddenly, "No, it's not that...... I mean, she always said she was lonely, because you ignored her for the firebolts, and then she changed her mind and didn't talk to McGonagall; But now you don't talk to her again, just for her cat—"

"—it ate the spots!" Ron angrily interrupted Hagrid.

"Because her cat does what all cats do." Hagrid said stubbornly, "She cried several times. You must know that she is having a hard time now, and she is greedy and chewing too much...... If you ask me, there's so much she wants to do. But she was not as smart as Maca...... But she still found time to help me prepare Buckbeak's case. ”

"You know...... She found me some really useful material and I think Buckbeak could win now......"

"Hagrid, we should have helped you—sorry—" Harry said awkwardly.

"I'm not blaming you!" Hagrid apparently didn't care, "You've got a lot of things to do yourself, and I've seen you train day and night on the Quidditch pitch - but I have to tell you, I think you two should think your friends are heavier than broomsticks and rats, and that's what I'm going to say." ”

He thought for a moment, then added, "At least Maca has been busy all day, but I'll still remember to send you some helpful potions—even I have a share, I think you should have received them too, right?" ”