Chapter 780: reliable

"Harry, Ron..." Hermione urged in a low voice, "We have to get out of here quickly."

Hermione regretted it, and regretted that she hadn't insisted on preventing the two from sneaking over.

At this moment, Harry hadn't recovered his senses, his face was full of embarrassment, and he hadn't even figured out what was going on over there.

Buckbeak seems to have disappeared out of thin air?

Yes it is.

The eagle-headed horse-winged beast disappeared out of thin air in front of the three of them, leaving no trace, as if someone had used a Vanishing Curse on it.

Is it really a Vanishing Curse?

Hermione suspected that even Professor McGonagall could hardly make such a huge eagle-headed horse-winged beast disappear out of thin air.

However, this incident was undoubtedly the work of Albert Anderson, but none of the three of them could see how Albert made the eagle-headed horse-winged beast disappear out of thin air in front of them.

After discovering that the eagle-headed horse and the winged beast were missing, the Dangerous Handling Committee fell into a brief chaos.

Before Harry could express his misfortune, he heard Lucius Malfoy's angry growl, "It was Harry Potter who hid the beast."

To be honest, Harry was dazed by Lucius Malfoy's slander.

Albert did this thing. What does it matter to him?

Is it possible that the Malfoys are all fools?

"Harry, let's get out of here quickly. After Buckbeak disappears, they will definitely find Dementors to help search."

Hermione reached out and took Harry's arm, urging him to leave.

If Malfoy found out that the three of them were here, even if they hadn't let Buckbeak go, the incident would have been caught on their heads.

Hermione thought of the reason.

If it wasn't for you, what are you sneaking around here at this point in time?

They might even drag Hagrid and Albert down.

"Oh, by the way, Hermione, do you know how Albert got the eagle-headed horse-winged beast out of sight?" Harry asked curiously.

"I don't know, Harry." Hermione shook her head and reminded: "Don't mention it, we don't know anything."

"There are times when you don't know." Ron said pretending to be surprised.

"Can we go back to the castle first, I dare say they must go to the dementors for help." Hermione felt that Harry and Ron were so naive if they had not been beaten by reality. "

"Malfoy must be mad." Ron's face was full of gloat.

Lucius Malfoy was indeed mad at this incident. They quickly contacted the dementors stationed around the Hogwarts school through the Ministry of Magic, and confirmed that no creatures had flown away from Hogwarts just now.

As for the forest behind the pumpkin field, after the dementor carefully searched it, there was no trace of the eagle-headed horse with the winged beast leaving. The beast seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lucius Malfoy was naturally unwilling to accept such a result. He was convinced that Hagrid had found a way to smuggle Buckbeak to safety.

Lucius Malfoy was furious at the thought that the other party was actually moving the eagle-headed horse-winged beast under his own eyelids.

After all, it was only time to sign, and the beast disappeared out of thin air.

"Dumbledore, I suspect that eagle-headed horse-winged beast was hidden in the castle." McNeill said to Dumbledore drinking brandy. "So, we are going to search Hogwarts Castle."

"This is not in accordance with the rules." The old wizard frowned and reminded.

In fact, this kind of ending is undoubtedly the best result for the old wizard. The eagle-headed horse-winged beast did not die, and Hagrid shouldn't hate himself, and he successfully completed his mission.

As for the eagle-headed horse-winged beast ran away, he can't really be blamed for this.

After all, Dumbledore was also there, and he found no clues, let alone himself.

"I will never allow Dementors to enter Hogwarts School." Dumbledore said his bottom line.

Lucius Malfoy fixed his eyes on Dumbledore, then moved his gaze to the brandy on the table, his lips trembling imperceptibly.

Humph!

Malfoy left angrily.

Lucius knew that he had lost, even if he could persuade Fudge to send the Auror over to search Hogwarts Castle, he would have missed the best time. During this period of time, the other party had already moved the eagle-headed horse-winged beast to a place where no one else could find it.

"Okay Hagrid, then I'll go back first." Dumbledore got up to leave.

"Dumbledore, I'm with you, just about to tell Albert's divination." Hagrid got up and followed Dumbledore out of the hunting lodge. He didn't have to forget what the principal's portrait told him to tell him.

Of course, Hagrid couldn't wait to see Albert and figure out what happened to Buckbeak.

When Hagrid and Dumbledore walked side by side, they often turned their heads to look at the woods behind them: "You said they will do other things."

"No, Buckbeak has already escaped. Even if they search the castle, it doesn't make sense." Dumbledore was telling the truth. He didn't think the Ministry of Magic could find the hidden Buckbeak in the castle.

"Tell Mr. Anderson, I like lemonade." Dumbledore reminded.

Hagrid was a little confused and didn't understand what Dumbledore meant. However, he will pass on to Albert in its entirety.

After separating from Dumbledore in the hall, Hagrid quickly found Albert in the hall who was having dinner. He strode forward and put a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for the hand card and tranquilizers you prepared for me. They all work."

"Have you won the lawsuit?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"No, I lost in the end." Hagrid didn't feel the loss of the lawsuit on his face, but looked very excited.

"Then why do you look so happy?" Lee Jordan couldn't understand Hagrid's thoughts.

"Just now, Buckbeak escaped by himself, it was free." Hagrid announced.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at Albert together, and they dared to pat their chests to assure that Albert did this thing.

But how did Albert do it?

For the last two hours, Albert has been staying with them in the library.

"What's the reaction from the Ministry of Magic?" Albert glanced at the tasks completed in the task panel, and raised his head to ask Hagrid's follow-up situation.

"Lucius Malfoy was mad," Hagrid said. "They searched the sky and the woods behind the pumpkin field and found nothing."

"After all, some people tried their best and ended up in nothing. It is naturally difficult to accept reality." Albert suddenly asked, "However, you must not come to me for this!"

"By the way, someone wants to ask you to help in divination." Hagrid also realized that he had said too much, and quickly changed the subject, and briefly said that the portrait in the principal's room wanted to find Albert for divination.

"Is the portrait looking for Albert for divination?"

All three of them thought this matter was very novel.

"Yes." Hagrid nodded.

"I charge a fee for divination for strangers." Albert asked with a frown. "Have you mentioned this to that person?"

"I told him about it, I think..." Hagrid actually couldn't figure out how to give Albert a Gallon for the portrait. "Maybe Dumbledore would be willing to help him with this Gallon! That's right! , If you have time tomorrow, go to my place for tea, and Dumbledore asked me to tell you that he likes lemonade."

"Oh." Albert said that he knew it. As for when to fortune telling the portrait, it depends on when he is free.

He's not in a hurry anyway!

"What does that mean?" Fred asked suspiciously.

"The password of the stone carving in front of the principal's office." Albert explained.

Just as Hagrid was about to leave, he happened to ran into the Harry trio who had just entered the hall.

"Hagrid, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Harry, Buckbeak flew away by himself." Hagrid excitedly told Harry about it.

"Congratulations Hagrid." Hermione was very happy for Hagrid.

"I bet, some people must be mad." Ron made an obscene gesture at Malfoy who was staring here, and couldn't help but sneer: "You look at his expression, it's like someone is pointing to his mouth. I fed a lot of shit."

"Shut up Ron, everyone is eating now, can you not talk about those disgusting things." The twins turned their heads and glared at Ron, threatening, "Be careful we put a big dung bomb in your mouth."

Ron shut up obediently, because Fred and George really took out the big **** bullets from their pockets. God knows why these two **** stuffed this stuff in their pockets.

"What are you thinking about?" Lee Jordan asked.

"I really didn't expect that the first customer who asked me for divination was actually a painting." Albert actually didn't plan to help the other party for divination, at least for the time being.

Let him wait!

Although Albert thought so, he soon discovered that he was not looking for the other party, and the other party had come to find himself on the initiative, and it seemed a little impatient.

When Albert returned to the Gryffindor common room, he ran into each other before the portrait of the fat lady.

This was a wizard with a goatee and a silver and green Slytherin costume.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson, introduce myself. My name is Phineas Nigelus Black, and I used to be the principal of Hogwarts." The portrait introduced himself to Albert, "I think that big...sea Ge should have told you that I hope to find you for divination."

"Aren't you afraid that I am a liar?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"The Black family is not short of money." Phineas said to Albert, "I can give you a hundred gallons and help me fortune whether Regulus Black is still alive."

"You are dead." Albert reminded, "the reality should not be interfered with."

"I know, but what does this have to do with your trade?" Phineas asked rhetorically.

"It's really okay," Albert said, "This is just a deal. As long as I see Garon, I will help you fortune telling."

"You can go to the principal's office," Phineas said. "Dumbledore has helped prepare Garon."

"You can ask the house elves to send Garon to my dormitory, and I can help you fortune telling." Albert said, "Let the fat lady open the door."

"Do you really know how to divination?" the fat lady asked curiously.

"Who knows?" Albert raised his foot and walked in.

After a while, the house elf actually sent a bag of Garon, along with a portrait of Phineas.

"This is the expense. Can you start? I want to know if Regulus Black is still alive." Phineas stared at the crystal ball in front of him and said.

"Is Regulus Black still alive?"

Albert placed his hand on the crystal ball lightly, looked at the white mist that gradually rotated, repeating what he wanted to know in his heart.

Soon, a pale face was reflected in the crystal ball, his appearance seemed to be floating in water.

"It's a pity that Regulus Black is dead. His body may be in the water." Albert adjusted the position of the portrait so that Phineas could see more clearly.

The old man was silent. Although he had guessed it a long time ago, it was a big shock to him to see the great-great-grandson's death, because it meant that Sirius Black was the only heir to the Black family, and that The **** is still a dangerous wanted criminal. Once caught by the Ministry of Magic, he will definitely not survive.

"I want to know how Regulus Black died, and whether Sirius Black was caught by the Ministry of Magic and lost his life."

"You know, every divination costs money." Albert reminded with a smile.

"The guy who died for money." Phineas glanced at his mouth. "I'll let the house elves bring it to you later, I promise with the reputation of the Black family."

"You know, I don't believe this."

"Oh, **** it, wait a minute." Phineas disappeared from the portrait frame. After a while, the house elf brought another bag of Garon.

"Can you start?" Phineas reappeared, angrily.

"of course."

This time, a necklace appeared on the crystal ball.

"What does it mean?"

"His death should be related to this necklace, this thing should be related to Slytherin, it has the mark of a snake." Albert said.

"Nothing?" Phineas asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Gone."

"I need more detailed information."

"Have you seen any prophet who can present the whole thing? Anyway, I can only predict some key fragments, or some key items." Albert pushed the purse in front of the portrait, "That's it. Right."

Phineas was a little confused and didn't understand Albert's meaning, but he quickly reacted. Albert said that their transaction ended in this way, and he didn't accept the Gallon. "

"Wait, I want to know about Sirius Black." Phineas hurriedly called, and he hadn't finished asking what he wanted to know. "

"The wanted criminal?"

"Correct."

"Tell me whether he deserved it, and whether he would be killed." Phineas was still very concerned about the situation of the Black family.

"Okay." Albert declared in advance, "however, no matter what the result is, I will never refund you anymore."

"let's start."

When Albert's hand flicked over the crystal ball again, what appeared in the crystal ball was a picture of Harry and Blake walking side by side, and the two seemed to be talking.

"It seems that Black should be innocent, otherwise it would be impossible to walk with Potter and chat and chat with each other." Albert looked at the picture in the crystal ball and said.

Phineas breathed a sigh of relief, but soon remembered something, and cursed angrily, "The trash of the Ministry of Magic, they didn't even try it at the beginning, so they threw the people into Azkaban prison."

"It's like what the Ministry of Magic would do." Albert said to Phineas after putting away his purses. "It is not easy to clean up Black's grievances. If I were you, I would ask Dumbledore helped solve the problem."

"I will. But, do you have any good ideas?"

"Grab Pettigrew Peter." Albert said without hesitation, "As long as you can catch Peter Pettigrew, UU reading www.uukanshu.com should be able to prove that Black is innocent. Good luck."

"I want to know where Peter Peter is?" Phineas said, "Help me catch that guy, and I'll let Sirius Black give you a gallon, one thousand, no, three thousand."

"Blake's reward is ten thousand gallons." Albert reminded, "Also I suggest you go to Dumbledore for help. It is more reliable to find him than to me."

"Ask him for help? Of course, I will ask Dumbledore for help, but I prefer to trust you." Phineas shook his head. "I heard about Hagrid. You are more reliable than Dumbledore. If not Your help, I think that beast is dead."

"Five thousand gallons." Albert took out a scoring ball, "I'll help you catch Pettigrew Peter and clean Sirius Black from the charge."

"I agree, but I will pay the Gallon only after it is completed." Phineas agreed.

Albert glanced at the task panel, and was satisfied with the new "Innocent Dog" task. He began to write the contract between the two parties and dictated it, recording the verbal agreement between the two parties by recording the ball.