Chapter 245 Arrival

On a weekend afternoon, the sky was a bit depressing, dark gray clouds rolled up with cold wind, washing the sky of Hogwarts one after another.

Hagrid's mood seemed to be as depressed as the sky. Today was the weekend, which was not good news. At least Hagrid didn't like it very much. Although the weekend time could be used at will, there was no need to go to class or take care of those damn caterpillars, but...

Hagrid got up very early today, as if nothing had happened. Hagrid got up and put on his moleskin leather coat, first cleaned out the debris in the room, and then poured the food that Fang needed into Fang's food bowl.

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid started his usual work, patrolling the Forbidden Forest and prestige Noble. After the work in the Forbidden Forest was completed, Harry returned to his cabin. He began to wipe his crossbow. He wiped it very carefully. He wiped every arrow very brightly. He used a lot of care oil, which was a very good thing for weapons.

He kept wiping until noon, until he saw the Ministry of Magic's carriage passing through the lawn in front of the castle through the window of the cabin. Hagrid's hand trembled inadvertently, and the sharp blade cut Hagrid's palm, but Hagrid didn't care at all. He just looked at the paddock in front of the cabin silently, and Buckbeak was lying in the pile of pumpkins.

Fanlin just helped Neville solve his potion homework. Hermione was very busy, so this task fell on Fanlin's shoulders. In Hermione's words, Neville was his roommate, and Fanlin couldn't leave Neville alone.

Of course, Fanlin's pitiful rest time was deprived of it.

The leather jacket without lunch break was undoubtedly painful. Just after a little while, Fanlin's eyelids began to fight, which made Fanlin's spirit very bad.

"No!" Fanlin suddenly woke up, he hurriedly stood up, and condensed some ice water with his wand. The cold feeling was a manifestation of stinging, but as long as he could make himself sober, it would be fine.

He had already made an appointment with Sirius, and today's opportunity was not to be missed. He didn't know how Harry persuaded Ron, but at least, Ron agreed to go out with them, which was undoubtedly good news.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked, and when she saw Fanlin coming back, her face was covered with water droplets.

"It's okay, just a little sleepy." Fanlin said, he wiped his face with a towel, and Neville was confused, he raised the potion homework in his hand a little uneasy.

"I still didn't...didn't do it right here..."

"Not really..." Fanlin looked at Neville speechlessly. Neville's personality must be changed. Fanlin wondered if Neville would be scared to death if he went to the amusement park.

"Fanlin... Hermione..." Harry's voice came from the door, and Ron was beside him. The two had been waiting outside since today. Just like Hagrid, they didn't want to see the carriage of the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, since the incident with Sirius, the carriage of the Ministry of Magic has frequently visited Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. Originally, Harry was still looking forward to the news that Sirius was successfully arrested.

However, this time, it was an executioner in a black robe, just like those executioners in the Middle Ages, with a black one-piece robe, a pointed hat, and two dark eye sockets without any human color, especially his mobile phone also held a long-handled steel axe, the sharp axe blade was shining, Harry felt very dazzling, and what he couldn't stand the most was that the executioner with empty eyes was still wearing a neurotic smile when facing him.

"Are they coming?" Fan Lin asked, his heart was also tightened, he suddenly felt that it didn't seem to be so important whether he could catch Peter or not, at least, Buckbeak was much more important than Peter in Fan Lin's heart.

"That's right." Harry nodded, while Ron remained silent. Vanlin noticed that Ron's pockets were still bulging, and their target was there.

"Let's go, Hagrid must be very uncomfortable." Hermione said, and she put her book into Vanlin's pocket.

"Sorry Neville... I think... I'll teach you next time..." Vanlin said apologetically, and Neville waved his hands nervously as usual, he always did this.

Several people quickly passed through the hall. Inside the gate, the executioner was still grinding his beloved weapon with a whetstone. The whole gate was filled with friction, which made the girl feel very uncomfortable. The girl held Vanlin with one hand, and her hand was cold. Hermione didn't even dare to look at the executioner again.

They walked to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door. He came to open the door a minute later. Hagrid's mental state looked a little dazed, and he barely squeezed out a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You're here after all." Hagrid said bitterly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Let us go in first." Hermione said, and Ron, who was hiding aside, came out. He looked at Hagrid with a pale face. He felt very guilty for not coming to see Hagrid last time.

"Ron... I'm so glad to see you. It seems that there is no conflict between you," Hagrid said, "Come in quickly, I just prepared some tea."

Ron glanced at Fan Lin and others awkwardly, but no one showed any different expression, which made Ron quietly relieved.

Hagrid didn't cry this time, or throw himself on them and throw his arms around their necks. He looked like a man who didn't know where he was or what he was supposed to do. Seeing this helplessness is worse than seeing tears.

"Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"I...I just took it outside," said Hagrid, pouring the milk into the jug and spilling it all over the table. "Tie a rope to my pumpkin patch. Thought it would take a look at the trees and... get some fresh air - in it..." Hagrid's hands shook so hard that the milk jug fell from his hands to the ground, Broken into pieces. "I'll do it, Hagrid," Hermione said quickly, hurriedly walking over to clear up the mess. "There's another jar in the cupboard," Hagrid said, sitting down and wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

"What didn't Dumbledore do?" Ron asked. He sympathized with Hagrid as much as he sympathized with himself.

"He tried," Hagrid said. "He didn't have the power to control the Council. He told them Buckbeak wasn't dangerous, but they were afraid... you know what Lucius Malfoy was like... threatening them, I Think... and the executioner, MacNeil, is Malfoy's old companion... but the execution will be swift and clean... and I will be at his side..."

Hagrid swallowed. His eyes looked around the hut, as if looking for a glimmer of hope or comfort.

"Dumbledore also said that when the moment comes today, he will spend it here with me. I told Harry and the others last time..."

Hearing this, several people felt a little embarrassed. After all, Hagrid's repeated mention could not make them selectively forget.

Hermione, who had been looking for another milk jug in Hagrid's cupboard, let out a low sob, which she immediately suppressed. She straightened up with the new jar in hand, fighting to hold back tears.

"We're with you, too, Hagrid," she began, but Hagrid shook his shaggy head.

"You should go back to the castle. I'm telling you. I don't want you to watch the execution. And anyway, you shouldn't be here... If Fudge and Dumbledore catch you leaving the castle without permission, Harry, you'll be in big trouble."

Hermione was weeping silently now, but so that Hagrid wouldn't see it, she was busy preparing tea.

"After you drink the tea, please leave as soon as possible. I really..." Hagrid choked a little. He silently buried his mouth in the tea. The pain caused by the hot tea seemed to make him feel better.

However, Dumbledore did not keep them waiting for too long. There was probably only a period of silence. At dusk, there was finally movement in the direction of the castle.

Hagrid was the first to discover it. He had been staring in the direction of the castle. In fact, if a stone hadn't shattered his window, Hagrid would still be in a daze.

After the shattering sound, Hagrid suddenly stood up and stared out the window. His face, formerly rosy, was now the color of parchment. "They are coming..." Harry, Ron, Hermione and Fanlin all turned around quickly.

In the distance, a group of men were descending the stone steps of the castle. Walking in front was Dumbledore, his silver beard shining in the sunset. Next to him was Cornelius Fudge, and behind him was MacNeill, the elderly and frail committee member and executioner.

"You have to go." Hagrid said, trembling every inch from head to toe. "You must not let them find you here... Let's go, now..."

"Hagrid, we want to accompany you!" Harry said, but Hagrid shook his head firmly. He didn't want Harry and others to see such a cruel scene, and he couldn't accept this experience, but He always has to face it.

"You guys go out through the back door..." Hagrid said. He pointed to the back door of the cabin, which led out to the pumpkin patch where Buckbeak was tied.

"Hagrid, I think we can have a good talk with Mr. Cornelius Fudge. He is still very kind. They didn't do anything to me when I used magic outside of school..."

"Harry... stop talking." Fan Lin shook his head. Hagrid sighed and closed the back door heavily. He was going to greet Dumbledore. (To be continued)