On a weekend afternoon, the sky was a little oppressive, with dark gray clouds rolling up cold wind, washing the Hogwarts sky from side to side. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hagrid's mood seemed to be as depressed as the sky, it was the weekend, which was not good news, at least Hagrid didn't like it very much, although the weekend time was at his disposal, no classes, no need to serve those damn caterpillars, but......

Hagrid got up early today, as if nothing had happened, Hagrid got up and put on his moleskin leather coat, cleaned out all the clutter in the room, and then poured the food that Toothtooth needed into Toothtooth's food bowl.

Immediately after that, Hagrid began his usual work, patrolling the Forbidden Forest, Prestige Nobo, and when the work of the Forbidden Forest was all done, Harry went back to his cabin, and he began to wipe his bow and crossbow, he wiped it very carefully, he wiped every arrow very brightly, and he used a lot of care oil, which was a very good thing for a weapon.

He wiped it until noon, until he saw through the window of the cabin the Ministry of Magic's carriage passing through the lawn in front of the castle, Hagrid's hand trembled inadvertently, and the sharp blade cut Hagrid's palm at once, but Hagrid didn't care in the slightest, he just silently looked at the paddock in front of the cabin, and Buckbeak was lying in the pile of pumpkins.

Van Lin had just helped Neville with his potions homework, and Hermione was busy, so the task fell to Van Lin's shoulders, and in Hermione's words, Neville was his roommate, and Van Lin couldn't let Neville go.

Of course, Van Lin's pitiful rest time was deprived of it.

The leather coat without a lunch break was undoubtedly painful, and just after a little while, Van Lin's eyelids began to fight, which made Van Lin's spirit very bad.

"No!" Fan Lin suddenly came to his senses, he hurriedly stood up, and condensed some ice water with his wand, the cold feeling was a tingling sensation, but as long as he could make himself sober.

He had already made an appointment with Sirius, and today's opportunity was not to be missed, and I don't know what Harry said about Ron, at least, Ron agreed to go out with them, which was undoubtedly good news.

"Are you nervous?" asked Hermione, her face dropping when she saw Van Lin return.

"It's okay, it's just a little sleepy. Van Lin said, wiping his face with a towel, while Neville looked confused, and he raised his potions homework a little nervously.

"I still don't have ...... here Didn't you do it right......"

"It's not ......" Van Lin looked at Neville speechlessly, Neville's personality had to be changed, and Van Lin wondered if Neville would be scared to death if he went to play in the playground.

"Van Lin...... Hermione...... Harry's voice came from the doorway, and he was next to Ron, and the two of them had been outside since today, just like Hagrid, who didn't want to see the Ministry of Magic's carriage.

In fact, since the Sirius incident, the Ministry of Magic's carriage has frequently visited Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, and Harry was still expecting the news of Sirius' successful arrest from the Ministry of Magic's carriage.

However, this time it turned out to be an executioner in a black robe, just like those executioners in the Middle Ages, with a black one-piece robe, a pointed hat, and no human color in the two black hole eye sockets, especially his mobile phone was still holding a long-handled steel axe, the sharp blade of the axe was clearly shaking, Harry felt very dazzling, and the most unbearable thing for him was that the empty-eyed executioner still had a nervous smile when facing him.

"Are they coming?" Van Lin asked, his heart also tightened, and he suddenly felt that whether he caught Peter or not didn't seem to be so important, at least, Buckbeak was much more important in Van Lin's heart than Peter.

"That's right. Harry nodded, and Ron remained silent, and Van Lin noticed that Ron's pockets were still bulging, and that their target was there.

"Let's go, Hagrid must be uncomfortable. Hermione said, putting her book in Van Lin's pocket.

"I'm sorry Neville...... I think...... I'll teach you ...... next time," Van Lin said apologetically, and Neville waved his hands nervously as usual, as he always always did.

Several people quickly walked through the auditorium, inside the courtyard, the executioner was still sharpening his beloved weapon with a whetstone, and the whole courtyard sounded the sound of friction, so that the girl felt very uncomfortable, the girl pulled Van Lin with one hand, and her hand was cold, Hermione didn't even dare to look in the direction of the executioner.

They walked up to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door. It took him a minute to open the door, Hagrid's mental state looked a little dazed, and a smile barely squeezed out of his lips.

"You're still here. Hagrid said bitterly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Let's go in first. Hermione said, and then Ron came out, who was hiding on the sidelines, and he glanced at Hagrid with a somewhat pale face, which made him feel very guilty that he hadn't come to see Hagrid last time.

Ron...... I'm glad to see you, it looks like there's no tension between you," Hagrid said, "Come on in, I've got some tea ready." ”

Ron was very embarrassed and secretly glanced at Van Lin and the others, but no one showed any different expressions, which made Ron quietly relieved.

Hagrid didn't cry this time, nor did he pounce on them and put his arms around their necks. He looked like someone who didn't know where he was or what he was supposed to do. It is worse to see this helplessness than to see tears.

"Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?" asked Hermione, hesitantly.

"I ...... I just took it outside. Hagrid said, spilling all over the table as he poured the milk into the jar. "Tie a rope into my pumpkin patch. Think it should look at the trees and ...... A breath of fresh air - in its ......" Hagrid's hand shook so hard that the jug fell from his hand to the ground, shattering into pieces. "I'm coming, Hagrid. Hermione said quickly, hurrying over to collect the endgame. "There was also a jar in the cupboard. Hagrid sat down as he spoke, wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

"Didn't Dumbledore do anything?" Ron asked, feeling as much sympathy for Hagrid as he did for himself.

"He tried," Hagrid said, "and he didn't have the power to control the committee." He told them that Buckbeak was not dangerous, but they were afraid...... You know what Lucius Malfoy was like...... Threaten them, I want to ...... And the executioner, McNeill, who was Malfoy's old companion...... But the execution will be swift and clean...... And I'll be by its side......"

Hagrid swallowed. His eyes wandered around the hut, as if searching for a glimmer of hope or comfort.

"Dumbledore also said that he would be here with me when the time came for today, as I had told Harry last time......"

Hearing this, several people were a little embarrassed, and Hagrid's repeated mention of it still couldn't make a few people selectively forget.

Hermione, who had been looking for another jug in Hagrid's cupboard, sobbed lowly, and immediately held back again. She straightened up with the new jar and tried desperately to hold back tears.

"We're with you, Hagrid. She began, but Hagrid shook his shaggy head.

"You should go back to the castle. Tell you. I don't want you to see the execution. And you shouldn't be here anyway...... If Fudge and Dumbledore see you leaving the castle without permission, Harry, you're in big trouble. ”

Now Hermione was in tears, but she was busy preparing tea so that Hagrid wouldn't see it.

"Leave after you've had your tea, I really ......" Hagrid choked up a little, and silently buried his mouth in the tea, the pain of the hot tea seemed to make him feel better.

However, Dumbledore didn't make them wait long, and there was probably a period of silence, and at dusk, there was finally movement in the direction of the castle.

Hagrid was the first to notice it, and he had been watching in the direction of the castle, in fact, if it hadn't been for a stone that shattered his window, Hagrid would still be there in a daze.

After the crackling sound, Hagrid suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the window. His face used to be ruddy, but now he was the color of parchment. "They're coming......" Harry, Ron and Hermione, and Van Lin all quickly turned.

In the distance, a group of men are walking down the stone steps of the castle. Leading in front was Dumbledore, his silver beard glistening in the afterglow of the setting sun. Next to him was Cornelius Fudge, and behind him was McNeil, an elderly and frail committee member and executioner.

"You must go. Hagrid said, trembling from head to toe, "They must not be allowed to find out that you are here...... Let's go, now ......."

"Hagrid, we want to be with you!" Harry said, but Hagrid shook his head very firmly, he didn't want Harry and the others to see such a cruel picture, this kind of experience was unacceptable to him, but he had to face it.

"You go out the back door......" Hagrid said. He pointed to the back door of the hut, where the pumpkin patch with Buckbeak was tethered.

"Hagrid, I think we can have a good talk with Mr. Connelly Fudge, he's still very kind, and they don't ...... me any way when I cast my magic outside of school."

Harry...... Stop it. Van Lin shook his head, and Hagrid sighed and slammed the back door shut, he was about to greet Dumbledore.