Chapter 104 Hermione's Patronus

With training, there will naturally be rest.

Especially when you are training with a dementor, you need to rest - at least you have to have a piece of chocolate, right?

But unfortunately, there is no concept of intermission in Maca.

When Hermione failed twice in a row, her complexion was already very bad. But just when Professor Lupine was about to let her take a break, Maca brought out another bottle of the Chevrolet brand watered milk that Ginny had given to Ginny on the train.

This thing works great, really good!

In the blink of an eye, Hermione, who had already fallen into depression, smiled immediately after taking a few drops.

How do you feel? Maca asked.

I think I'm the happiest person in the world! Hermione waved at him heartily and said with a smile.

Is she out of character a bit? Ron asked Harry beside him while looking at Hermione cautiously.

I remember... It seems that Maca once said that it will be fine when the effect of the medicine wears off. Harry shrugged.

On the other hand, Maca didn't let Hermione stop.

...That's it, try again! he said, I believe you will succeed this time, remember this feeling!

After all, he pushed the dementor towards Hermione again.

Guardian! Hermione even had a smile on her face. She waved her wand and recited the spell decisively.

Obviously, Hermione's happiness index has almost been raised to a notch under the influence of the Chevre flower juice.

I saw a large amount of silver-white light mist quickly appearing at the front of her wand, and gradually solidified as it intertwined and entwined...

After a while, Hermione's Patronus took shape like this!

Merlin! screamed Professor Flitwick, jumping off his chair again. What potion is that?

Lupine also said with a surprised face: I heard Maca said that it is the juice of Chevrolet... it seems to have been mixed with milk.

Oh - I bet! The value of the Chevrolet flower will increase again because of this moment! Flitwick said excitedly, clapping his hands.

Maca glanced this way, and raised his index finger beside his mouth: Shh—two professors, remember to keep it a secret for me!

After speaking, he turned his gaze back to Hermione's Patronus again.

It was surrounded by the silver-white haze unique to the Patronus Charm, and it was bouncing and driving the dementors flying around the room, and Ron and Harry had to flee around.

For a while, the room was in chaos.

But Maca, who was supposed to go up to catch the dementor, just stared at Hermione's Patronus, in a daze, and had no time to care about the poor dementor.

Rabbit? Maca frowned and thought, Although I don't remember clearly, Hermione's patron saint...isn't it a rabbit?

It was a Scottish lop rabbit, to be exact. The long ears that hang down the sides and flip up and down with each jump make it hard to mistake its breed.

Okay! At least those two front teeth are right... Maca shook his head before walking towards the dementor.

After that, Maca asked Harry and Ron to try several times in turn.

After Harry succeeded once, he was able to at least successfully release the mist to resist it; but Ron only succeeded once after taking the juice of Chevrolet flower.

Try again tomorrow! Maca glanced at the sky outside the window, and found that it was already approaching dusk, That's it for today, it's time for dinner in a while.

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for others to say anything more, and then dragged the dementor's face out again.

Oh! Poor Dementor...

Harry found himself in a much better mood,

Even made a little joke. It seems that sometimes venting is also a good means of relieving stress.

As for the two professors Lupine and Flitwick, they had already left in the middle of the lecture.

The three of Harry stayed here for a while, taking a short rest.

Although they didn't think of any interesting topics, at least Harry didn't continue to worry about Black. Or, in fact, he just temporarily hid those troubled thoughts in a corner of his heart.

Soon, it will be dinner time.

After hastily filling their stomachs, they inadvertently discovered that Hagrid didn't seem to come to the hall to eat.

Hey! I think we should go and see him! Ron suggested after thinking for a while, We haven't seen him in a long, long time!

Oh, let's go, said Harry at once, standing up. And I can ask him why, when he told me all about my parents, he never mentioned Black?

Oh— Ron and Hermione thought Harry had started again.

But this time Harry didn't show the gloomy expression before.

Don't worry! Harry said, I've already figured it out, Maca is right, I should be braver—at least I have to know how to face it!

So, they went back to the dormitory, put on warm cloaks, walked through the empty corridors of the castle, and walked out of the oak gate.

They walked slowly across the lawn, leaving a trail of footprints in the blinding snow.

It was really cold outside, and they felt that their socks and the edges of their cloaks were soaked and frozen.

The Forbidden Forest looked as if it had been enchanted, every tree was slightly tinged with silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like an overfrozen ice cream.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He's supposed to be in the house, right? said Hermione, shivering under her cloak.

Ron put his ear to the wooden door.

There's a strange sound, he said. Listen—Is it Fang?

Harry and Hermione also leaned over to listen, and they found low, trembling moans coming from inside the cabin.

I think we'd better get someone to come... ok? said Ron uneasily.

Hagrid! Harry didn't care about this, he slammed the wooden door and shouted, Hagrid, are you home?

With the sound of heavy footsteps, the door creaked open.

Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down the front of his leather vest.

You heard me! he yelled, and then he threw himself on Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.

Given Hagrid's slender frame, this was no joke.

Harry almost collapsed under Hagrid's weight, but fortunately he was rescued by Ron and Hermione in time-they got into Hagrid's armpit and lifted him up.

Harry also helped, and the three of them got Hagrid back to the cabin.

Hagrid let them pull him into a chair and sat down, and then he put his elbows on the edge of the table and covered his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

In a few moments, tears filled his face, and the tears rolled down his shaggy beard.

Hagrid, what's the matter? Hermione was stunned.

At this time, Harry found a formal-looking letter on the table, which had been opened.

What's that, Hagrid? Harry asked involuntarily.

Hagrid sobbed even more when he heard it, and he pushed the letter towards Harry, who picked it up and read: Dear Mr Rubeus Hagrid: We have made further inquiries into the Hippogriff incident in your class. In the event of the winged beast attacking the students, we accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident...

Wouldn't that be great, Hagrid! Ron said, patting Hagrid on the shoulder.

But Hagrid was still sobbing, and he waved his huge hands, motioning for Harry to read on.

...However, we must express our concern about this problematic hippogriff. We have decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint. The matter will therefore be referred to the disposal of dangerous creatures committee.

A hearing will be held at the Commission-London Office on April 20 and we will ask you and your hippogriff to attend on that date.

In the meantime, the Hippogriff should be tethered and quarantined. Your colleagues...well, the school board's list should follow.

Oh, said Ron, but you said Buckbeak wasn't a bad hippogriff, Hagrid. I bet he'll be all right—

You don't know those weirdos from the Hazardous Creatures Committee! Hagrid interrupted, wiping his tears on his sleeve, choked up, They fucked these funny animals!

You must prepare a strong defense, Hagrid. Hermione sat down and put her hand on Hagrid's thick forearm. I'm sure you can prove that Buckbeak can't hurt people.

That's no use! sobbed Hagrid. The fiends of the Disposal Committee, they're all in Lucius Malfoy's hands! They're all afraid of him! If I lose, Buckbeak... oh, pitiful……

Hagrid ran his fingers quickly across his throat, and with a groan, he fell sideways, his face buried in his arms.

I must have read about a Hippogriff fishing case, said Hermione thoughtfully, and in that case the Hippogriff was fine... I'll look for it for you, Hagrid, I found it Let's study what's going on!

Hagrid howled louder, and Harry and Hermione looked at Ron for help.

Oh - how about I make tea? said Ron.

Harry glared at him.

That's what my mum does when someone's in a bad mood, Ron muttered, shrugging.

Finally, after several more promises to help and another cup of piping hot tea in front of them, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.

You are right, I can't collapse, I must cheer up...