"Harry, you're here!" He shouted loudly, and then at once he lunged on Harry, two large gnarled hands around Harry's neck.

Hagrid was at least twice the size of a normal person and weighed far more than four times the average person, which was no joke.

Harry was on the verge of collapse under Hagrid's weight.

Thankfully, his struggles caught Hagrid's attention, and he was fortunate not to be a savior who wasn't killed by Sirius Black, not by the Dementors, but by his own big friends.

Hagrid let Harry take him by the arm and get him back to the cabin, sat down in a chair, and threw himself on the edge of the table, sobbing uncontrollably.

His crying face was full of tears, and tears fell down his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, what's wrong with you?" Harry asked, surprised.

He was completely stunned, he was clearly fine when he saw Hagrid a few days ago.

Hagrid sobbed, shoving an official-looking letter that had been opened in front of Harry.

"What's that, Hagrid?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then picked up the letter and read it:

"Dear Mr. Hagrid, We have further investigated the Hippogriff's attack on students in your classroom, and we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurances that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident."

"Wouldn't that be nice, Hagrid?" Reading this, Harry patted Hagrid on the shoulder and asked.

Hagrid was lying on the table, so Harry could take the opportunity to tap him on the shoulder.

Hagrid, who was lying on the table, continued to sob, shaking his huge hands as he motioned for Harry to continue reading.

"However, we have to show that we have winged beasts for this troubled Hippogriff. We have decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint, so the matter will be referred to the Committee for the Disposal of Hazardous Organisms. In January next year, there will be a hearing at the Commission's London office, and we will ask you and your Hippogriff to attend on that day. In the meantime, the Hippogriff is to be tethered and isolated."

"Well, that doesn't seem too bad?" After reading the letter, Harry muttered, "Hagrid, you've said that Hippogriffs are arrogant and disdainful of evil, and Buckbeak is the gentler of them. It's just a hearing, it's going to be fine......

"You don't know about the weirdos of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures!" Hagrid interrupted Harry with a choked snort, wiping tears from his dirty sleeves, "They're enemies with these interesting magical creatures, and I can't see them any better!"

A voice came from the corner of Hagrid's hut, and Harry turned quickly to see the Hippogriff, Buckbeak, lying in the corner of the house, chewing on some animal, causing blood to flow all over the floor.

"They told me to tie Buckbeak up, but I can't tie it with a rope!" Hagrid choked up and said, "Hippogriffs are free and haughty, and should not be restrained! I'll just have to let him rest in my house for a while."

….

"But, there's still a little over two months to go until next January...... Harry said worriedly, "Buckbeak certainly wouldn't want to spend two months indoors."

"Yes, I know......" Hagrid reached out and took a large jar of wine from the cabinet next to him, and took a hard sip, "so I'm asking for help, hoping that someone can help this poor little fellow."

Harry turned his head to look at the Hippogriff, who was lying on the ground and a head taller than himself, and didn't quite agree with Hagrid's adjective "little one", but when he looked back at Hagrid's larger size, he could only nod silently.

"You can ask Dumbledore for help, he's so powerful, there must be a way, right?" Harry asked.

"No, I've bothered Dumbledore enough." Hagrid shook his head sadly, "If it weren't for Dumbledore's face, I might not be able to be a professor, and I might even be able to do it because of my previous causalus

Imprisoned in Azkaban ......"

"But those Ministry of Magic officials will let me go because of Dumbledore's guarantee, but not an animal they don't look down upon. The Committee for the Disposal of Hazardous Organisms likes to do this kind of thing to make their presence felt, otherwise they don't have anything to do all year round!"

Hagrid poured another large sip of wine into his mouth, and continued, "I've also heard that Professor Dracula is very prestigious in the school council, and I met him once in the faculty lounge, but I didn't bother to open my mouth......

Harry's eyes lit up at Hagrid's words.

"yes, Professor Dracula is so powerful, he must have a way!" He shouted, "I'll go to Professor Dracula's office and ask him for you!"

With that, he said goodbye to the weeping Hagrid and hurried to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle.

In fact, Harry had just been to Professor Dracula's office the other day and wanted him to teach him how to remediate the Patronus Charm.

After being rejected, he wanted to plead again, or learn something more, but he couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to go to Professor Dracula again.

In the case of Buckbeak's indictment, Harry genuinely wanted to help Hagrid save the Hippogriff who had carried him to Hogwarts, and on the other hand, he found a reason for himself to make another trip to Professor Dracula's office.

So he felt a little excited.

……

"Oh? Hasn't Dumbledore helped Hagrid with that yet?" In the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula looked at Harry with an eyebrow.

"I can't say that, at least Hagrid doesn't have any problems with him." Harry said anxiously, "But Buckbeak...... Buckbeak has been complained, and there is a hearing after the Christmas holidays, and now the man of the committee has to let Hagrid tie it up."

"Is that so?" Dracula frowned.

He remembered that he had asked Dumbledore if he needed help, but the old headmaster said he could handle it, so he refused his help.

Now it seems that Dumbledore did not want to seek Dracula's help at that time because he wanted to hold Dracula accountable for secretly using the time turner.

….

As the most prestigious wizard in the wizarding world, Dumbledore could easily handle matters related to Hagrid himself, but there was no suitable way to completely solve the problem of the Hippogriff.

Dracula perfectly understands what those from the Ministry of Magic and the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures think:

We give the strongest and most prestigious wizard a face, just let go of the professor you vouch for, and you have to vouch for even a brute, so where do we put our face?

So a great wizard like Dumbledore, who is so famous and in the midst of everyone, has a bit of trouble to deal with this kind of thing. After all, he can only act within the rules, and he doesn't want to tear his face with those who are official.

However, this kind of thing is not a problem for Dracula, and there are many ways in which he can easily get Buckbeak back.

"Well, I see, it's really easy for me to fix this kind of little thing." Dracula chuckled and said casually.

Then, his words suddenly changed, "But why should I help Hagrid unconditionally? I don't seem to know him very well."

"But aren't you all Hogwarts professors? Shouldn't colleagues help each other?" Harry's eyes widened in confusion.

"You're naïve, Potter." Dracula hooked the corners of his mouth, "If you do it this way, if Professor Snape can help with this, do you think he will be willing to help you and Hagrid?"

Harry thought of Snape's ugly face, and his expression froze.

He could have imagined that if Snape heard about it, he would have been very kind if he didn't go to the ground and help the Malfoys deal with Hagrid and Buckbeak, let alone rescue Buckbeak.

It's strange to say that Snape was willing to use it when Harry was in his first year

He tried every means to save him from the danger of his life, but in fact, his face always showed an expression of disgust and jealousy.

Harry could feel that Snape's dislike for him was genuine, but not wanting his life to be threatened.

I couldn't understand it, Harry thought.

"Have figured out what the relationship between colleagues is, Potter." Dracula saw Harry's expression and saw that he had figured out the joints, "Of course, it's not like I can't help with this......

"I've always done things according to my preferences, and if I'm in a good mood, I'll have no problem helping you solve this problem."

Harry had a look of hope on his face again.

"That...... Professor, how are you feeling right now?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Not good." Dracula smiled playfully, then instantly put it back and put on a straight face.

Harry: "......"

You're clearly in a good mood......

"Do you think a student who comes to me every day to make up for my lessons and wants me to work overtime for free?" Dracula seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and said with a straight face.

"It's boring enough to go to class day in and day out, and if it weren't for the fact that some interesting things happen in this castle from time to time, *** why would you still stay here......

….

"Professor, how do you get in a good mood?" Harry asked again.

Harry also figured out at this point that Professor Dracula was completely too lazy to help Hagrid. Even though it was just a hands-on affair for him, he didn't even want to do it......

Unless someone can give Professor Dracula some fun and get him moving.

"I think if you leave my office now, don't continue to harass me here, maybe I'll feel a little better." Dracula said.

Harry's face was full of helplessness.

If he left now, he wasn't sure if he had really made Professor Dracula feel better...... Perhaps, according to the professor's temperament, it is normal to forget about this little thing in his eyes in a few minutes.

"Professor, Hagrid is really helpless......

Harry wanted to try to understand and reason, but seeing the smiling expression on Professor Dracula's face, he silently changed his words and said, "So can you tell me a way?" I really want to put you in a good mood."

Dracula casually peeled off a blood-scented lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, giving Harry a casual glance.

"Why don't you tell me a joke?" He casually said, "If the joke is funny enough, I can just help you solve the problem."

Harry froze for a moment.

"Uh...... Are you sure you want to listen to the jokes, Professor?" He glanced at Dracula cautiously and asked weakly, "I heard that there used to be Defence Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts who laughed to death when they heard their students tell jokes......

Dracula: "......"

With a thud, Harry was slammed shut out of his office.

"You'd better come up with a funny joke, or you'll double your homework after Halloween!"

Dracula's voice came from the office through the closed door.

……

Before you know it, the daytime has passed, and in the blink of an eye, it's time for the Halloween dinner.

Harry walked to the Gryffindor table dejectedly, still blaming himself.

He shouldn't have complained about the last sentence, which ended up upsetting Professor Dracula, and asking the professor to help Buckbeak was ruined, and even doubled his homework......

Ron and Hermione also came looking for him shortly after he arrived at the Great Hall.

Their faces had been blown pink by the cold wind outside, and they looked as if they had been playing happily for a while, and the conflict between the two of them over Crook Hill and Spotted seemed to have eased a little.

"Harry, look

I don't look very good." Hermione took off the scarf around her neck and placed it on the table, asking worriedly, "Are you unhappy because you didn't go to Hogsmeade?" It's okay, Ron and I brought you a lot of snacks over there......

As soon as she finished speaking, a handful of candy fell on Harry's lap like a torrential rain.

"Look," Ron said cheerfully, "we brought you so much candy that we couldn't bring any more."

"Thank you," Harry whispered, picking up a small bag of pepper urchins, "How's Hogsmeade?" Where have you been?"

As it turned out, they went everywhere.

Duke Honey, the Magic Supplies Grocery Store, the Zoko Joke Shop, and the Three Broomsticks that serve Butterbeer, and many other places.

"The post office, Harry! There are about two hundred owls, all sitting on shelves, all color-coded, depending on how fast your letter needs to go!"

"Duke Honey has a new milk fudge, they're handing out free samples, here's a little, you see—"

"I'd love to bring you some butterbeer, it can really warm you up—"

When the two of them mentioned today's journey, it seemed that they had endless things to say to Harry.

Listening to the lively words between the two, Harry's face became even stiffer.

"Harry, you...... Don't you seem to be happy?"

Ron was still talking energetically, but Hermione saw that Harry didn't look like he was there, and patted Ron hard to stop.

Harry shook his head, then turned to look at the two of them.

"Well, you two...... Have you ever heard some nice jokes?" He asked, with a puzzled expression.

……

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