Chapter 259 Hagrid’s new snacks and Buckbeak’s treatment (filling in the pit)
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"What happened? You seem a little depressed?" In the library, Hermione looked at Soul sitting next to her with a slumped face while reading a book, and asked curiously.
Soul told Hermione exactly what had just happened in Snape's office. He was already prepared to stay in Snape's office all day.
The result---he died halfway through the beating.
There are benefits to being beaten by Professor Snape, and Soul has no masochistic tendencies. At least the improvement in strength is obvious, and he has been fascinated by it since the summer vacation.
"Giggle..." Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, "Professor Snape didn't beat you to death on the spot."
Because of Soul, Hermione did not sympathize with Harry because of Snape's experience as in the original plot, and thus formed a united front to hate Professor Snape.
If I had to describe it, it would probably be a neutral stance.
"That chair must have been with Professor Snape for a long time. I didn't expect that Professor Snape was also a nostalgic person." Hermione added.
"Maybe." Suer shrugged helplessly.
"The weather is so nice today, why don't you go out for a walk later? Find Hagrid?"
"Okay, this is the first time I've seen such a clean sky since the beginning of school." Hermione asked in a low voice.
"Speaking of the weather, many people are discussing this matter today. Did the dementors retreat?"
"Yes." Suhr nodded, "The Ministry of Magic should have confirmed the news. Let's see what tomorrow's Daily Prophet says."
……
Outside the castle, after the Dementors left, the sky became truly flat, without even a trace of cloud, and the sky was very transparent.
Soul and Hermione walked out of the castle side by side. First, they went to the Quidditch pitch to see Harry flying on his new broomstick. Because of the rare good weather, there were many little wizards on the pitch.
Ron excitedly boasted to his friends in his seat about the Firebolt's outstanding performance of circling the field three times in 50 seconds. He was fortunate enough to enjoy the wind-like speed of a Firebolt.
I can't even hide the desire in my eyes.
He had forgotten about Banban now.
"Sul." Hermione didn't want to listen to Ron's repeated description of her feelings about riding the Firebolt like a loudspeaker on the street. She turned her little head to look here and there, and suddenly she tugged on the hem of Sol's clothes.
"Look there." She pointed to the corner under the stands on the right.
Soul looked in the direction of Hermione's finger. When the wind blew up and lifted the curtain, a dark figure was revealed. It was a big black dog.
"Is it Black?" Hermione asked, "come to see Harry?"
"There is no one here except Harry who is worthy of doing this. How about we go to Hagrid's place to have a cup of hot tea? The sunshine is nice, but the wind is still a bit strong. It seems that everyone has forgotten that winter is coming soon." Soul nodded. Head, touched Hermione's little hand, it was cold,
"Look, your hands are frozen into ice."
Hermione shrank her hands, looked around, and then glared at Suhr angrily, "It's outside. There are people everywhere here. Don't be careless."
"Then what do you mean..." Suer smirked.
Hermione stood up and patted Soul on the arm with her little hand, "Shut up."
"No matter where you are!"
Looking at Hermione's furry back, Soul chuckled softly and chased after her.
"Wait for me, Hermione."
Hermione's embarrassment only lasted for a while. As soon as the wind blew, she calmed down. Coupled with Soul's kind words, the two of them were soon talking and laughing.
Before reaching Hagrid's hut, Fang was already shouting and twirling his little tail in a circle.
"Oh, it's been a long time since you guys came to my place." Hagrid's big body flashed out from behind the hut, holding a thick mattress in his hands.
"The sun is nice, isn't it?"
"Good afternoon, Hagrid." Hermione waved cheerfully.
"Good afternoon, where are you coming from?" Hagrid responded with a smile.
"We just went to watch Harry train." Soul rubbed his hands, "Have a cup of hot tea, Hagrid, the wind is quite cool."
"Come on, come on, you guys are here just in time. I made a batch of cookies. I tasted them. They are so crunchy. They are perfect to pair with strong tea." Hagrid threw the mattress in his hand and continued He clapped his big hands and walked to the front of the house and opened the wooden door.
Soul and Hermione looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and followed.
Oh, as long as it's not rock pie.
It was very hot in the hut, and Hagrid was humming an unknown ditty and putting the kettle in the fireplace. Hermione and Soul looked at each other in confusion at the pile of biscuits that Hagrid had just brought over, whether yellow, green, or green.
This biscuit doesn't look like a cookie at all. Not to mention the bumps on the surface, you can also see shiny particles. Based on my judgment, it should be sugar... right?
"Why don't you eat? It's very good." Hagrid put the kettle on the fireplace and let the flames lick it, put two empty glasses on the table, picked up a biscuit and put it in his mouth.
"Crackling, knocking."
Hermione winked at Soul, who received it. Under Hermione's slightly worried eyes and Hagrid's expectant eyes, he picked up the smallest cookie.
First, I smelled it - it was the scent of eggs and butter, and the sweet scent of milk powder. There was no other smell, which was fine, as long as it was a normal thing.
Sur let out a small sigh of relief, and then put the biscuit to his mouth with some relief.
"Crack..."
Sure, Hagrid’s understanding of crispiness is probably different from ordinary people’s. He definitely kneaded the flour into gluten when making biscuits. What other operations were added?Anyway, the whole cookie is much, much tougher than a normal cookie, and of course, it is also much, much harder...
Besides, this is... too sweet, right? ! !Did you put more sugar than flour?Hagrid!
Soul smirked, closed his eyes slightly, put the whole biscuit into his mouth, and then nodded and gave a thumbs up to Hagrid who looked expectant.
"Isn't it very crispy? Food always makes people happy." Hagrid was satisfied, smiled, pinched another piece in his mouth, clicked it, and turned to the fireplace to see if the water was boiling.
"Are you okay?" Hermione whispered worriedly.
Sur gave her an expression that looked like he was crying but not crying, and smiling but not laughing. He looked up at Hagrid, took out the small piece of biscuit in his mouth, threw it on the ground and kicked it.
Hermione understood, looked at Soul sympathetically, reached out and picked up a few biscuits and put them in her pocket, pretending to eat them herself.
The cookie plate was quite empty. Hagrid smiled and asked Hermione how it tasted, and asked her to help make some suggestions. Next time, they could develop some other flavors, such as chocolate.
"I have a lot more. Wait, I'll help you get them." Hagrid said enthusiastically.
"No, that's enough, Hagrid, that's enough." Hermione waved her hands repeatedly, "Oh, what is that, Hagrid?"
In order to divert Hagrid's attention, Hermione raised her finger and pointed to an open letter on the table not far away, which had a Ministry of Magic mark on it.
"What are you talking about?" Hagrid went over and took it over to show them. "It's the Ministry of Magic's handling of the Hippogriff, and the time for the final trial."
Oh, I almost forgot, that hippogriff that hit Draco Malfoy in the waist.
Speaking of which, Malfoy hasn't appeared much recently?
"How's it going?" Hermione asked concerned.
"It's not a big problem. At least Buckbeak's life has been saved." Hagrid said with a smile, with a bit of pity in his tone, "It's just that none of their group can stay in the Forbidden Forest. You know, with this result I’m already very satisfied.”
"Where to send them?" Suer also asked, "Is their home here?"
"A good place, at least I think so." Hagrid said, "You would never think of it."
Hagrid whetted the appetite of the two of them for a while, and then proudly announced the answer himself without waiting for them to guess.
"Mr. Scamander will come here after Buckbeak's final trial and take away the whole pack."
"Just after Christmas."
Soul told Hermione exactly what had just happened in Snape's office. He was already prepared to stay in Snape's office all day.
The result---he died halfway through the beating.
There are benefits to being beaten by Professor Snape, and Soul has no masochistic tendencies. At least the improvement in strength is obvious, and he has been fascinated by it since the summer vacation.
"Giggle..." Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, "Professor Snape didn't beat you to death on the spot."
Because of Soul, Hermione did not sympathize with Harry because of Snape's experience as in the original plot, and thus formed a united front to hate Professor Snape.
If I had to describe it, it would probably be a neutral stance.
"That chair must have been with Professor Snape for a long time. I didn't expect that Professor Snape was also a nostalgic person." Hermione added.
"Maybe." Suer shrugged helplessly.
"The weather is so nice today, why don't you go out for a walk later? Find Hagrid?"
"Okay, this is the first time I've seen such a clean sky since the beginning of school." Hermione asked in a low voice.
"Speaking of the weather, many people are discussing this matter today. Did the dementors retreat?"
"Yes." Suhr nodded, "The Ministry of Magic should have confirmed the news. Let's see what tomorrow's Daily Prophet says."
……
Outside the castle, after the Dementors left, the sky became truly flat, without even a trace of cloud, and the sky was very transparent.
Soul and Hermione walked out of the castle side by side. First, they went to the Quidditch pitch to see Harry flying on his new broomstick. Because of the rare good weather, there were many little wizards on the pitch.
Ron excitedly boasted to his friends in his seat about the Firebolt's outstanding performance of circling the field three times in 50 seconds. He was fortunate enough to enjoy the wind-like speed of a Firebolt.
I can't even hide the desire in my eyes.
He had forgotten about Banban now.
"Sul." Hermione didn't want to listen to Ron's repeated description of her feelings about riding the Firebolt like a loudspeaker on the street. She turned her little head to look here and there, and suddenly she tugged on the hem of Sol's clothes.
"Look there." She pointed to the corner under the stands on the right.
Soul looked in the direction of Hermione's finger. When the wind blew up and lifted the curtain, a dark figure was revealed. It was a big black dog.
"Is it Black?" Hermione asked, "come to see Harry?"
"There is no one here except Harry who is worthy of doing this. How about we go to Hagrid's place to have a cup of hot tea? The sunshine is nice, but the wind is still a bit strong. It seems that everyone has forgotten that winter is coming soon." Soul nodded. Head, touched Hermione's little hand, it was cold,
"Look, your hands are frozen into ice."
Hermione shrank her hands, looked around, and then glared at Suhr angrily, "It's outside. There are people everywhere here. Don't be careless."
"Then what do you mean..." Suer smirked.
Hermione stood up and patted Soul on the arm with her little hand, "Shut up."
"No matter where you are!"
Looking at Hermione's furry back, Soul chuckled softly and chased after her.
"Wait for me, Hermione."
Hermione's embarrassment only lasted for a while. As soon as the wind blew, she calmed down. Coupled with Soul's kind words, the two of them were soon talking and laughing.
Before reaching Hagrid's hut, Fang was already shouting and twirling his little tail in a circle.
"Oh, it's been a long time since you guys came to my place." Hagrid's big body flashed out from behind the hut, holding a thick mattress in his hands.
"The sun is nice, isn't it?"
"Good afternoon, Hagrid." Hermione waved cheerfully.
"Good afternoon, where are you coming from?" Hagrid responded with a smile.
"We just went to watch Harry train." Soul rubbed his hands, "Have a cup of hot tea, Hagrid, the wind is quite cool."
"Come on, come on, you guys are here just in time. I made a batch of cookies. I tasted them. They are so crunchy. They are perfect to pair with strong tea." Hagrid threw the mattress in his hand and continued He clapped his big hands and walked to the front of the house and opened the wooden door.
Soul and Hermione looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and followed.
Oh, as long as it's not rock pie.
It was very hot in the hut, and Hagrid was humming an unknown ditty and putting the kettle in the fireplace. Hermione and Soul looked at each other in confusion at the pile of biscuits that Hagrid had just brought over, whether yellow, green, or green.
This biscuit doesn't look like a cookie at all. Not to mention the bumps on the surface, you can also see shiny particles. Based on my judgment, it should be sugar... right?
"Why don't you eat? It's very good." Hagrid put the kettle on the fireplace and let the flames lick it, put two empty glasses on the table, picked up a biscuit and put it in his mouth.
"Crackling, knocking."
Hermione winked at Soul, who received it. Under Hermione's slightly worried eyes and Hagrid's expectant eyes, he picked up the smallest cookie.
First, I smelled it - it was the scent of eggs and butter, and the sweet scent of milk powder. There was no other smell, which was fine, as long as it was a normal thing.
Sur let out a small sigh of relief, and then put the biscuit to his mouth with some relief.
"Crack..."
Sure, Hagrid’s understanding of crispiness is probably different from ordinary people’s. He definitely kneaded the flour into gluten when making biscuits. What other operations were added?Anyway, the whole cookie is much, much tougher than a normal cookie, and of course, it is also much, much harder...
Besides, this is... too sweet, right? ! !Did you put more sugar than flour?Hagrid!
Soul smirked, closed his eyes slightly, put the whole biscuit into his mouth, and then nodded and gave a thumbs up to Hagrid who looked expectant.
"Isn't it very crispy? Food always makes people happy." Hagrid was satisfied, smiled, pinched another piece in his mouth, clicked it, and turned to the fireplace to see if the water was boiling.
"Are you okay?" Hermione whispered worriedly.
Sur gave her an expression that looked like he was crying but not crying, and smiling but not laughing. He looked up at Hagrid, took out the small piece of biscuit in his mouth, threw it on the ground and kicked it.
Hermione understood, looked at Soul sympathetically, reached out and picked up a few biscuits and put them in her pocket, pretending to eat them herself.
The cookie plate was quite empty. Hagrid smiled and asked Hermione how it tasted, and asked her to help make some suggestions. Next time, they could develop some other flavors, such as chocolate.
"I have a lot more. Wait, I'll help you get them." Hagrid said enthusiastically.
"No, that's enough, Hagrid, that's enough." Hermione waved her hands repeatedly, "Oh, what is that, Hagrid?"
In order to divert Hagrid's attention, Hermione raised her finger and pointed to an open letter on the table not far away, which had a Ministry of Magic mark on it.
"What are you talking about?" Hagrid went over and took it over to show them. "It's the Ministry of Magic's handling of the Hippogriff, and the time for the final trial."
Oh, I almost forgot, that hippogriff that hit Draco Malfoy in the waist.
Speaking of which, Malfoy hasn't appeared much recently?
"How's it going?" Hermione asked concerned.
"It's not a big problem. At least Buckbeak's life has been saved." Hagrid said with a smile, with a bit of pity in his tone, "It's just that none of their group can stay in the Forbidden Forest. You know, with this result I’m already very satisfied.”
"Where to send them?" Suer also asked, "Is their home here?"
"A good place, at least I think so." Hagrid said, "You would never think of it."
Hagrid whetted the appetite of the two of them for a while, and then proudly announced the answer himself without waiting for them to guess.
"Mr. Scamander will come here after Buckbeak's final trial and take away the whole pack."
"Just after Christmas."
