Chapter 246: Buckbeak's Death

Fan Lin and the others walked to the door leading to the back garden, and Harry felt as if he was in a dream. This feeling intensified when he saw Buckbeak a few yards away. Buckbeak is tied up behind a tree in Hagrid's pumpkin patch. Buckbeak seemed to know that something was about to happen. He turned his head this way and that, and scratched the ground with his paws uneasily.

"It's okay, Buckbeak," Fanlin said softly. He really liked this hippogriff. Fan Lin missed the feeling of freedom, unprecedented freedom. "It's okay..." Fan Lin gently stroked Buckbeak's sharp beak.

Buckbeak seemed to be very aware of his fate. He gently fiddled with Fan Lin's palm with his sharp beak, and made a soft whisper.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the forbidden forest behind them, and Fanlin and Hermione's hearts seemed to skip a beat.

Now is not a good time for Sirius to take action, at least not now. Dumbledore is taking Cornelius Fudge to Hagrid's cabin. Their target is Buckbeak in front of them, and several of them are standing next to Buckbeak. Piccolo's side.

"What's the matter, Fanlin?" Harry asked. He was startled by Fanlin. He thought Dumbledore had arrived, but the direction was obviously wrong.

"No...it's nothing..." Fan Lin shook his head. He just saw a black shadow flashing past, but he couldn't see clearly whether it was Sirius.

"Let's go." Hermione pulled Fanlin's arm. The girl couldn't bear to see such a cruel scene, and they still had a lot to do.

"We need to tell them the actual situation." Harry was so angry that the more he thought about it, the more unfair it became.

"They can't kill it!"

"No, Harry, let's go..." Fan Lin said with some helplessness, "Dumbledore can't help it, and we won't have this ability. Although I am not willing to do so, but... this is the fact. …”

"Really, damn..." Harry waved his fists feebly in the air twice. However, Harry could do nothing but vent his emotions.

At this time, they heard voices outside the cabin door.

"Let's go!" Fan Lin said, he reached out and held Hermione and Harry. Although he was very reluctant, Harry had to do this. Other than that, Harry had no choice at all.

Ron looked at Fan Lin with a complicated expression. He just followed behind silently. The struggle was still going on. Or maybe Ron's mind was gradually turning to the night and he was hesitating whether to take out his wand or not. .

In a trance of terror, Harry, Ron, and Hermione Verlin began to walk slowly and quietly around Hagrid's hut. They lowered their bodies and passed under the window. Fluffy's uneasy shouts and Hagrid's scolding came from inside the house.

As they reached that side of the cabin, the front door slammed shut. "Please, let's go quickly," Hermione said, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it..."

Several people stepped onto the sloping lawn. Walking towards the Whomping Willow not far away, they could still vaguely see and hear the movement of Hagrid's hut while hiding here. They slowed down and looked back at Hagrid's cabin not far away. They heard Hagrid's loud pleading. The sound was very weak, maybe because it was too far away. They quickly Hagrid's voice was not heard.

They were on the other side of the wooden house. Every so often, with a crisp sound, Hermione finally couldn't hold back her tears. The girl started crying. She got into Fanlin's arms. Fanlin used his One hand gently stroked Hermione's hair, as if this could make Hermione feel something.

Soon, the carriage drove away. They couldn't bear to see the bloody ax and the damn Ministry of Magic people. They hid behind the wall, Hermione was crying softly, and several of them looked special. Ugly.

"How could they do this? I mean, Buckbeak is innocent. Do you think Buckbeak should be executed just because damn Malfoy has a layer of skin on his body? Malfoy won't even leave a scar." "

Harry said angrily, and he kicked the stone next to him. The stone was very hard, and it hurt Harry's ankle. However, this did not allow Harry to contain his anger. Harry continued to push hard. After kicking, the stone finally became loose, and it rolled down the sloping lawn. There was no obstacle along the way, because the stone was round in shape. Although it was not smooth, the stone still rolled down. Under the lawn, one reached the edge of the forbidden forest and stopped.

Now the sun is sinking very fast, the sky is clear, gray with purple, but there is still a touch of red in the west, and the dark clouds have dissipated in the evening. If it is any other prophet, there will definitely be some kind of storm at this time. A wonderful conclusion, but if it were Professor Trauni's words, the night would be shrouded, and there would be bloodshed tonight. Look at the setting sun on the horizon, it is the color of blood.

As for the object of the prophecy, of course it is Harry or Fanlin. Death prophecies and other tricks are received in every class. Hermione has completely given up on Professor Troney's class for this reason. I don't know if she should rely on Professor Troney for arithmetic or divination. How many times the spectrum.

Everyone's heart was heavy, their steps were a little slow, and their direction was a little confused. Harry didn't know where to go. He should return to the castle, but he had no intention of doing so now.

Fanlin and Hermione deliberately moved towards the Whomping Willow. They still remembered the most important goal today, Sirius was still waiting for them, but because of Buckbeak, they really couldn't walk fast.

Because Professor Lupin knew about the action tonight, he had to cover a few people in the castle in advance, and it was a good decision to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to help.

In fact, Professor Lupin was very worried about their safety, but Fanlin didn't think that he, Hermione and Sirius couldn't subdue Peter. Of course, it might become five if Harry and Ron could clearly recognize and react.

Suddenly, there seemed to be one less footstep. They were not far from the Whomping Willow. Fanlin looked back. He had been walking in front, and he had to behave normally enough.

It was Ron who stopped. His eyes were a little dull. One of his hands was in his pocket. Peter was in the pocket. Ron grabbed it very hard.

Fanlin frowned unconsciously. Ron seemed to have changed a lot compared to before, but Fanlin couldn't tell what the weird feeling was.

"Where are you taking me?" (To be continued)