Chapter 121 The Moonlit Night Surprise

Both Harry and Ron felt a little ashamed of Hagrid's sincere warning, but their thoughts were related to their respective personalities.

Of course, let's not talk about the things between them for now, because Maca has more important things to talk about!

After ten o'clock that night, in the depression deep in the Forbidden Forest...

Oh—click, click, click—my babies— Aragog's wife Mosag carefully held a small pile of egg sacs with the tips of her forelimbs, They are all my babies, But... well!

Maca reached out to take it, and held it in the palm of her hand carefully—in fact, the children of acromantula were very small when they were born, so small that it was unbelievable.

Maka, I think you will take good care of them, right? Mosag stared at his hands closely.

Naturally, to Maca, these little ones might really be no less than his own children—I mean, if there were any.

In short, his attention to these egg sacs is absolutely extraordinary.

In about a month, the children will run out by themselves. Aragog leaned forward and said at this moment.

After repeated assurances from Maca, he bid farewell to the Aragogs.

After all the egg sacs hatched, they will move. If Maca wants to find them again in the future, he will have to travel a long way.

But this is not too important to Maca.

For the next few days, he put all these little egg sacs in a candy box and carried them around all day, like a good father who cares too much about his children.

For other things that happened around him, he didn't have time to deal with them—except those that had to be done. For example, he had to make medicine for Lupine on time; for another example, he had to carry on the research as usual...

For this reason, he missed the leisure time in Hogsmeade Village, but he still didn't miss the bad news that Buckbeak lost the lawsuit.

At noon one day, after lunch time.

Hagrid lost the lawsuit, and Buckbeak is going to be executed... Hermione held a letter in her hand, her lips were trembling, Maka, can you help him?

Buckbeak? Maca blinked. Oh, what happened to Hagrid's hippogriff?

He almost ignored it.

Hagrid — Hagrid sent me this, said Hermione, handing the letter to Maca.

The parchment was wet, and the ink was blurred by large teardrops, making it difficult to read in places. I don't know if it was Hagrid's tears or Hermione's - maybe both!

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Dear Hermione:

we lose. They allowed me to take it back to Hogwarts, the execution date is yet to be determined. Buckbeak loves London and I won't forget all the help you gave us.

Hagrid

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Hermione seems to be crying a bit too much recently, and her spirits seem to be very bad. If this goes on like this, she will get sick sooner or later.

Hmm... Maca pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, It's actually not a big deal, you have to remember: now we are in the wizarding world, not the Muggle world we used to live in.

Wh, what do you mean? Hermione was taken aback for a moment.

It means—— Maca spread her hands, and said naturally, Hide it, don't let people find it, isn't this the end?

Is that really possible? Hermione asked in surprise. I mean, can we really hide it so no one else can find it?

Of course, it's actually not that difficult... But, isn't there still an appeal period? I haven't reached the point of complete despair yet! Maca comforted,

It's just that this requires the use of some special means...

What means? Hermione asked hastily.

Maca reached out and patted Hermione's shoulder, and said meaningfully: ...you don't want to know.

To Maca, Hagrid was a useful friend. Although he doesn't make friends because of interests, it has to be said that interests really occupy a big place in Maca's heart.

At least, when he didn't know what friendship was like, he was still willing to put in some effort to form a deeper friendship with Hagrid.

Whether it is the past self or the present self, I think this will not be a wrong decision.

So...do I need to do something? Hermione couldn't help asking.

Just do what you have to do, Maca said calmly, I think, if I say 'you don't have to do anything', you will definitely not be at ease, will you?

...You're right. Hermione nodded, then turned away with a feeling of uneasiness.

Maca took out the candy box from his pocket, opened it for a few more glances, and then walked towards the stairs contentedly.

Perhaps it was because many things were crowded together, which made some things that should not have happened at this point in time suddenly come together in advance.

One night before the Easter holiday, there was almost no cloud cover in the sky, and the moonlight fell softly, illuminating the entire Hogwarts Castle with a layer of blue.

When Maca was going to do some preparations for Buckbeak, he saw a black dog on the edge of the Forbidden Forest not far from the Whomping Willow.

I really can't settle down... Maca scratched her hair, and then followed after her.

At the moment, however, he couldn't reveal something to Black, so he had to follow at a distance, barely getting lost entirely.

Afterwards, he discovered an unusual truth of the matter - Black seems to be chasing Banban?

Chasing Scabbers? Now?

Although because of its size, it is impossible to see if there is a mouse from a distance. But when Maca saw the black dog running in a big circle towards Hagrid's cabin, the advantage of his slow speed was revealed.

At this moment, Maca was obviously closer to Hagrid's cabin than Black and the others.

But at this moment, a howl of a wolf suddenly sounded from the castle. The howling mixed with pain and mania completely broke the quiet night sky.

What? Maca, who was running quickly to the hut, suddenly froze for a moment. He stopped and looked back at a window on the third floor of the castle.

On the lawn not far from him, Blake in Animagus form also turned his head, and a pair of black dog eyes fixedly looked at Hogwarts Castle.

In the eyes of the two people who were either shocked or contemplative, a muscular figure covered with long hair protruded from the window Maca looked at. In the bright moonlight tonight, even if they were far away It was illuminated in every detail.

Under the seemingly tough and thick fur is a strong humanoid body with bulging muscles. Just look at it effortlessly climbing the window sill with one hand and hanging on the outer wall, and stepping on the wall bricks to go straight to the next building. You can know by jumping on the top, the power hidden in it is absolutely explosive.

Under the support of pure physical strength, the figure leaped high and fell heavily, leaping non-stop on all the spiers of the castle, and jumped straight towards Maca.

When it got a little closer, even its face could be seen clearly—it was a ferocious and terrifying wolf head, and it roared from time to time, startling countless students living in the tower.

The lights in the castle gradually turned on, and things seemed to be heading in a direction that was out of control.

Do I look so delicious? Maca pulled out her wand and called back to Black, Go after that mouse, I'll take care of it here.

Are you okay? Werewolves are not that easy to deal with, so don't use the knowledge you learned in class! Blake said loudly.

It's always okay to procrastinate, you hurry up. Maca waved his hand, and then greeted Lupine who had turned into a werewolf.

Professor Lupine! Maca called out tentatively, but obviously it didn't work.

Although he didn't quite know why the wolfsbane potion didn't work—maybe Lupine forgot to drink it, or there might be other mistakes, who knows?

He didn't have time to think about it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the opponent had already approached Maca, and the distance between the two was less than 10 feet.

Falling into madness and bloodthirsty, Lupine raised his sharp claw, and Maca could even see the cold light reflected from it under the moonlight.

Damned!

A crimson flame bombarded Lupine's hairy chest head-on at a very close distance, and the sparks formed by the magic power scattered in all directions due to the violent impact, and Lupine shook back a few steps.

But the werewolf's magic defense is not inferior to the physical defense at all. Even if the werewolf's abnormal physical self-healing ability is counted, it is not known that the magic defense may be better.

Maca's stun spell didn't work very well.

It's really troublesome...

At school, all kinds of concerns made Maca dare not use more abilities to deal with the battle, and Lupine, who was the target of the battle, made him a little timid.

Swift. He muttered silently, but the speed had to be suppressed to a level barely enough to avoid Lupine's claw strikes, and the scene suddenly looked extremely thrilling.

Maca took out a syringe from his waist, and he tried to put Lupine into a temporary coma with the medicine directly. But while having to worry about the power of the werewolf, approaching him and injecting the medicine into the werewolf's body is really a terrible thing.

The curses hit Lupine who was in a state of rage one after another, but instead of suppressing them, they irritated him even more. Although Maca knew in his heart that the werewolf's notorious lack of stamina would make Lupine wilt quickly, time was running out.

At this moment, Maca pointed his wand at the ground decisively...