Chapter 169 Charming Hagrid

"...Don't worry about it, you've already done what you need to do, just wait and wait. He said.

"But... nobody knows what he's going to do!" Fudge said in the smallest voice he could. "I tell you, it's too dangerous!"

"Didn't I say that? All you need to do next is wait, there's nothing you have to do." Maca took another sip of butter beer before adding, "As long as you don't show up, he will never Know what you've done, don't you?"

Fudge struggled in his heart, and it took a while before he sighed.

"Okay, let's do it!" He spread his hands helplessly, "I should go back, there are still many things to deal with in the ministry, I can't spend all my time on drinking."

Maca shrugged and said, "Isn't this the life you chose?"

Fudge smiled wryly, and after leaving a few Sickles on the table, he turned and left in a hurry.

Seeing that Fudge was gone, Maca took his butter beer and walked towards the table of students by the door.

"Luna, is there any place you want to go after I finished talking?"

The students at this table were all Ravenclaw students. When he was talking to Luna, a beautiful black-haired girl sitting next to Luna smiled at him.

"What were you and Fudge talking about just now? It was mysterious..."

This graceful yet generous oriental girl is named "Qiu Zhang".

To be honest, as a girl, she was still very popular at Hogwarts.

The reason why she is popular may be due to her appearance, but it is more because of her unique gentleness from the oriental blood.

Of course, I have to mention her other identity as the Seeker of the Ravenclaw Quidditch House team.

Who would not like such a beautiful girl who is good at studying and good at sports?

All right! Right now, there was one in front of her.

"Just chatting about Azkaban." Maca said casually, "You know, I just came out of it, and I can give some suggestions to the Ministry of Magic. At least it will make it less easy for prisoners to escape. .”

"Oh." Qiu Zhang pursed his lips and whispered, "Okay."

She actually has a lot of questions she wants to ask Maca, after all, Maca's experience can be regarded as very, very special. However, not everyone has the courage to mention Azkaban.

In fact, Maca mentioned this matter on purpose, what he wanted was to make Qiu Zhang stop asking. He had to seize the time to go shopping with Luna again, let himself take this opportunity to rest for a while, and then go back to continue to do those things that he can never finish.

Maca and Luna left through the door together, and in the corner on the other side, Hermione was standing angrily at an empty table with two glasses of butterbeer, watching the two of them walk out door.

"Hey Hermione Butterbeer"

On the side, Harry, who was still huddled in the invisibility cloak, urged in a low voice, and Hermione shoved a glass under the invisibility cloak with full of annoyance, and the swirling butterbeer splashed directly on Harry's face.

"Oh"

"Shut up!" Hermione interrupted Harry's whisper in an extremely bored tone.

While thinking wildly alone, she gulped down her glass of butter beer. The sweet taste stimulated her taste buds, but it didn't improve her mood.

Poor Harry was neglected again, and he couldn't understand how Hermione could be so angry again.

After a while, Hermione's attention was slightly distracted by the appearance of a large, disheveled head in the crowd.

"Hagrid?" she asked strangely.

Harry wondered, what's so strange about meeting Hagrid in the Three Broomsticks? When he stood up cautiously,

Only to find that Hagrid was lowering his body and talking to Professor Moody!

Hagrid had his customary mug of beer in front of him, and Moody was drinking from the curved bottle he always carried.

Mrs. Rosmerta, the pretty proprietress, seemed displeased by this, and she squinted at Moody as she cleared away the glasses on the nearby table.

She probably thought it was an insult to her warm mead, but Harry knew otherwise.

At their most recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Moody had told everyone that he preferred to prepare his own food and drink at all times, because it was so easy for a dark wizard to pour poison into an unattended cup.

It's just that Harry didn't quite agree with this neurotic habit that would make him look very weird, just like Moody in front of him.

As Harry watched them, Hagrid and Moody stood up to leave. Harry waved his hand before it occurred to him that there was no way Hagrid could have seen him.

But Moody stopped, his magic eye fixed on the corner where Harry was. He patted Hagrid on the back, muttered something to him in a low voice, and then they both turned around and walked towards Harry and Hermione's table.

"How's it going, Hermione?" Hagrid asked loudly.

"It's okay..." Hermione pursed her lips.

Moody limped around the table and leaned over. Harry thought he was looking at the notebook Hermione had just produced, but he whispered, "The Invisibility Cloak is awesome, Potter."

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Don't your eyes I mean, can't you"

"Yes, it can see through the Invisibility Cloak," Moody whispered, "sometimes it works!"

What he said seemed to have a deep meaning, but it was a pity that Harry obviously couldn't hear it.

Hagrid was smiling down at Harry too. He must have been unable to see Harry, but apparently Moody had told Hagrid he was here.

Hagrid bent down, also pretending to be looking at the notebook, and said in a very low voice that only Harry could hear: "Harry, come to my cabin to see me at midnight today... Invisibility cloak."

After that, Hagrid straightened up and said loudly, "Nice to meet you, Hermione."

He blinked, and walked away with Moody.

"Why did Hagrid tell me to look for him in the middle of the night?" said Harry, very surprised.

"Really?" said Hermione, also looking taken aback, "I don't know what he's trying to do... I don't know if you should go, Harry"

She looked around uneasily, and said in a low voice, "If you don't do it well, you may miss the time to meet Sirius."

At half past eleven at night, Harry, who pretended to go to bed early, put on the Invisibility Cloak and hurried to Hagrid's cabin.

It was pitch black on the field. Harry walked down the lawn towards the light of Hagrid's cabin. When passing Beauxbaton's huge carriage, he saw that the interior was also brightly lit, and he could even hear Madam Maxim talking in the carriage.

"You're here, Harry?"

Hagrid heard the knock on the door, opened the door and looked around, and said in a low voice.

"Yeah," said Harry, flashing into the cabin and pulling the Invisibility Cloak off his head, "I was called... oh, Maca?"

He was surprised to see that in Hagrid's hut, Maca was standing next to the table, and on the table in front of him, there was a large mess of potion bottles.

"Maka, are you here too? What are you doing?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Me?" Maca pointed behind Harry, "I am Hagrid's personal image consultant today."

"What advisor?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Hagrid's current appearance clearly through the light in the room...

"Oh God...no, Merlin!" He was startled from ear to ear by Hagrid at this moment, "I mean...Hagrid...is that you?"

God knows what Maca did to him!

Hagrid's unkempt hair that was as stiff as steel wire was now flowing smoothly over his shoulders. Although it was still slightly curled, it looked like it was done on purpose.

And on Hagrid, it wasn't his only furry brown suit anymore. Maca got a set of black wizard robes embroidered with patterned gold trim from nowhere. Wearing them, Hagrid seemed to be a little thinner than usual.

Apparently, that made him at least look a little less blunt.

"It's... um, awesome!" Harry rubbed his eyes, "I almost didn't recognize it, and I mean it."

"Apply this around the neck and underarms," ​​Maca put down the bottle in his hand, picked up another bottle from the table, and said to Hagrid, "Don't use too much, just one drop for each place." Do you hear me clearly? Just one drop!"

Hagrid took the vial and carefully uncorked it. Immediately, an intoxicating and peculiar fragrance soon permeated the entire hut.

Both Hagrid and Harry were mesmerized by the scent, only Maca held his breath early so he didn't get caught by his own potion by-product.

He clapped his hands vigorously, waking Hagrid and Harry awake, and then gestured: "Look, it's going to be bad if you use it too much...but this will make you understand its effect better."

"Is this a love potion?" Hagrid asked subconsciously.

But Maca shook her head.

"No, it just smells very good, at best it's a kind of olfactory enjoyment," Maca pinched his nose and panted with his mouth, and then urged, "Okay, put it on quickly... Remember, Only one drop per place, up to five drops in total."

After Hagrid was done, Maca put the bottle on the table back into the medicine bag on his waist.

"Are you ready? Then let's go!" He said while tidying up.

"Oh right! Hagrid, what are you going to show me?" Harry finally remembered his purpose for coming. )!!