When you have things on your mind, you can find it difficult to concentrate on other trivial matters.

Brandi and the three of them were like that, and throughout the day, they all frowned, and they gathered together to whisper about the night's actions. If there is an occasional pause in the discussion, then they will look out the window in unison and look out the window in unison...... Their minds have long since ceased to be on these lessons.

However, on this day, the professors did not target them much, not only because the atmosphere in the whole classroom was so heavy, but more importantly, the professors were well aware of the blow of this attack on the three boys.

His best friend was attacked, and another was captured in a secret room, so no one could keep their composure.

Come to think of this. The professors sighed in unison and decided to let them go in the gentlest way possible - even when Ron slept until he drooled during the Transfiguration class because he hadn't rested well last night, Professor McGonagall instead reprimanded him harshly, and instead used Transfiguration to turn the empty seat in the corner of the classroom into an overcoat and cover him.

In this way, Brandi and the others were refreshed and more confident in the lawlessness that was about to begin in the evening.

…… Finally, after a bite to eat in the auditorium, the deans of the various colleges began to lead the students back to the common room. The three of them exchanged glances and blended into the group as if nothing had happened...... As everyone reached the third-floor hallway, Brandi leaned down and pretended to straighten his shoelaces. Harry and Ron eagerly stood there waiting for him - no one would be surprised that they had inadvertently fallen at the back of the line.

"It's almost time." Ron whispered. They glanced warily at Ginny, who was walking not far away—she had deliberately stayed behind. Ginny looked at them worriedly... Or rather, he looked at Harry, but when he met Harry's eyes, he looked away in shame.

"Stay safe, Harry, I'll be waiting for you back in the break room."

She let out a soft voice like a cat's meow, and ran away with a red face.

…………

"Wow, 'Stay safe, Harry'......" They crept down the eerie hallway, Ron's face awkward. Brandi and I were as non-existent as chocolate frog bags casually thrown on the side of the road, and she didn't even glance at us! ”

"Wow...... Ron, you're a disgusting dead sissy. Brandi trembled with disgust at Ron's imitation of Ginny's words, "But to be honest, Harry, you seem to be more popular with his sister than Ron...... Look what she said, waiting for you in the lounge? Are you her brother or Ron is her brother! ”

"That's probably because Ginny knows him too well as an older brother." Harry touched his nose in embarrassment, not knowing who he had learned from the bad habits. "I read the book that the relationship between brother and sister should be kept at a delicate distance like theirs...... What do you mean by that word? Love and kill each other? ”

"So what the hell are you usually looking at......" Ron gave him a disdainful look and quickened his pace.

Brandi has spent at least a quarter of his nights stealing in an empty castle this year and last year, and has never seen so many people after the sun has set...... Teachers, prefects, student council presidents, and even ghosts patrol the corridors in pairs, checking for anything out of the ordinary. This can torture him enough, because this year's height has accidentally slackened a little bit of a relationship, and Brandi can't get into Harry and Ron's invisibility cloak.

So he had to hide all the way to Tibet, just through a corridor, and into a classroom...... As they approached the hall on the first floor, Ron, the idiot, suddenly tripped and made a little noise—they were invisible, but Brandy could not have escaped Snape's attention not far away—the corridor was bare, and there was not even a room—so he rolled around on a lazy donkey and flipped behind a large decorative vase.

Snape quickly walked over, his piercing eyes sweeping the hallway. Everything is in full view here......

Well, it doesn't look like there's a problem. It's empty...... The flowers and plants in the vase were slightly swayed by the wind blowing through the hall, probably the sound of the branches and leaves swaying.

He confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, and quickly turned to another fork in the road.

Harry and Ron, who were clubbed against the wall next to him, were on the verge of stopping their heartbeats. They held their breath and listened quietly as Snape's footsteps disappeared into the darkness before they dared to whisper.

"Alright Brandy, you don't have to hide."

Brandi clutched his chest and walked out from behind the vase in horror—his head was covered with flowers, and the petals were still covered with fine dewdrops—all sweat from Snape's fear.

"Yours is yours! Brandi, I thought I wouldn't be able to escape this time! ”

Pushing open the castle gate, he cautiously slipped out to make sure there was no danger. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Ron blushed with excitement and praised Brandy's quickness. "I didn't expect you to be able to turn your hair into a flower arrangement!"

Brandi smiled shyly, and a morning glory involuntarily bloomed on the top of his head, which was probably a sign of his getting carried away......

Taking a few breaths, they hurried across the field toward the lighted window of Hagrid's quarters, where they came to Hagrid's door.

"Wait a minute, Harry." Brandi stopped Harry from knocking on the door. "You two go in, I'll keep a sentry outside—or if any professor comes to Hagrid tonight with the same idea, we'll have nowhere to run."

"Huh? Is that okay? How are you going to hide it? Harry asked worriedly.

Brandy casually pointed to the vegetable patch next to the hut, where the pumpkins had been used as Halloween decorations for the previous year, but as spring approached, Hagrid seemed to have planted something again—it was full of seedlings, and I don't know if it was because of the swelling charm, which had grown to the height of a calf in February.

"I'll just find a place over there and squat, don't worry, I can probably control what grows on my head." He held back his strength to think about something, and then as his face slowly blushed, the flowers and plants on his head also changed—from a large handful of flowers to a sunflower that was growing happily, with a huge flower plate on its top.

………… Harry and Ron had to succumb to his magical spell, after watching him lie on his stomach in the vegetable patch, blending seamlessly into his surroundings. They had just climbed the steps and knocked on the door of the hut.

After a moment of silence, the door suddenly opened. Brandi lay quietly on the ground, hearing Hagrid's voice of relief.

"Oh, it was you." He said, "What are you doing here at such a late hour!" ”

There was a sound of soo, and Hagrid's door slammed shut. All that remained in his ears was the whispers of the sea of trees in the Forbidden Forest and the chirping of small insects...... Sunflower swayed from side to side with the swaying of his head, and he began to concentrate on the path in front of the hut door—he knew better than anyone what might happen tonight.

Cornelius Fudge, the diminutive Minister for Magic, had instigated Dumbledore to hand over Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic as early as the Justin incident, and even forced Dumbledore to make a written guarantee. And this time the nature is so bad, Fudge will definitely seize this incident and take Hagrid from the castle......

Harry and Ron's mission was to get everything Hagrid knew before Fudge's arrest was intended.

Concentration...... Concentration......

He reminded himself so desperately, and then his eyes began to glance around involuntarily.

He wasn't a particularly calm man per se...... Especially if he was kept in one position and stared in the same direction for an hour—that would be worse than killing him. He couldn't help but move this and that, then twisted his neck—he suddenly saw the vegetable patch he was in, something different from the last time they had come from the Quidditch pitch.

Strange, what about the free-range chickens? Could it be that they were all brought to the table by the cooks and turned into chicken bones on Brandy's dinner plate today?

No, he remembered that Hagrid's chickens weren't for the kitchen......

He looked up suspiciously, scanning around the hut - he quickly noticed what he wanted to focus on. Under the eaves behind Hagrid's hut, like a row of wind chimes, hung a string of chicken carcasses. What an accident, these chickens died neatly in a family, and even the feathers were not plucked out.

Hagrid's air-dried chicken doesn't need to be plucked?

Seeing that there was still no movement on the path, he quietly got up and crouched over under Hagrid's window, where Harry and Ron seemed to be eating fruitcake. He slipped to the back of the hut and walked over to the chickens...... Immediately, he keenly discovered the anomaly.

Due to his own vast magical power, he was able to perceive the flow and change of magic in his body from the time he first entered the school - this is not only a very incredible thing for young wizards, but even most adults cannot do it in their lifetime. And wait until the end of the first school year...... His magic power has entered a period of rapid growth, and at this time, he can already vaguely perceive the fluctuations of magic around him.

That's the case with these chickens - they all have something about them that makes him uncomfortable, irritated and disgusted.

They look like they've been killed by some powerful spell!

But Hagrid killed a chicken, just a slap in the face, can he use magic?