Chapter 273: Saving Buckbeak

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"We should go over now, Buckbeak is right behind." Fan Lin said, at this time, they who were originally standing at Hagrid's door had entered Hagrid's cabin.

The three of them hunkered down to prevent themselves from being discovered by the people in the house. They quickly walked around Hagrid's wooden house. Buckbeak was lying in front of a few people. It seemed that Buckbeak was not in good spirits.

It was lying in a pumpkin patch. Buckbeak's neck was wrapped with a thick iron chain, and the other section was on a pile not far from Buckbeak. Several crows landed on it. The atmosphere was very Too bad.

"Buckbeak is not dead yet, what do they mean..." Harry said angrily, and he took out his wand.

"Are we taking Buckbeak away now?" Harry asked, eager to do it.

"No, this won't work, Harry!" Hermione said, "We can't take Buckbeak away now, otherwise the Ministry of Magic will think that Hagrid let Buckbeak go without permission, and Hagrid's situation will become very serious. Oops, it's a blatant violation of the Ministry of Magic's instructions. Even Dumbledore can't help Hagrid too much."

"Then what should we do?" Harry asked, "We can't just watch Buckbeak be killed by the executioner."

"We have to be patient!" Fan Lin said, "You can recover now. This is very important. People from the Ministry of Magic will arrive after a while, and we must let them see Buckbeak."

Fanlin glanced at the time and waited patiently for a while. Dumbledore would come here with Cornelius Fudge.

"In a while, we will be out. I think it will be a good time to take action when we leave here. You know, the gap in the middle is enough to support us to walk to the hillside over there."

"It sounds a little weird..." Harry said, he sighed and put his wand away helplessly, "We have to wait here for so long?"

"That's right!" Hermione said and nodded, there was nothing that could be done about it.

"But..." said Harry, "we will only be seen by ourselves and Hagrid!"

"Harry, if you saw yourself rushing into Hagrid's house, how do you think you would react?" Hermione said. "I'd - I'd think I was crazy," said Harry, "or I'd think I'd seen something evil."

"That's right! You won't understand, and you'll even attack yourself! Don't you understand? Professor McGonagall told me what terrible things happened to wizards when they got confused about time... There were many of them. People accidentally kill their past selves or their future selves!”

"Okay!" Harry said, "It's just a thought. I just thought..."

But Fanlin pushed him with his elbow. They were not far from Hagrid's cabin. Obviously they needed to be more vigilant.

After about an hour, the sky gradually turned red, and the sun's afterglow scattered on the Hogwarts castle, making the entire Hogwarts look sparkling.

"Looks beautiful, doesn't it?" Hermione said, leaning against Fanlin, and unconsciously, Hermione put her head on it, as if she was about to fall asleep.

"That's right!" Fan Lin sighed.

"It would be perfect if there weren't so many bad things." Harry said carelessly. He looked at Fanlin and Hermione. Harry suddenly felt as if he would shine.

"Sorry..." Harry said in a panic, "I didn't mean to sabotage..."

"Shut up, Harry!" Hermione's face turned slightly red. She lifted her head from Fan Lin's body, and then pushed Harry's head down with one hand.

Fanlin moved his head a few inches. So that you can see the front door in the distance. Dumbledore, Fudge, the old members of the committee and executioner MacNeil were coming down the stone steps.

"We're coming out!" Hermione whispered.

Sure enough, after a while, Hagrid's back door opened, and Harry saw himself, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione coming out with Hagrid. It was undoubtedly the strangest feeling of his life: standing behind a tree and seeing himself in a pumpkin patch.

"It's okay, Piccolo, it's okay..." Hagrid said to Buckbeak. Then he turned to Harry, Ron, Vernon and Hermione: "Let's go. Let's go quickly."

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid closed the back door of his wooden house, and then they walked to the pumpkin patch.

"It's okay, Buckbeak," Fanlin said softly.

Fanlin was comforting Buckbeak, and then Hermione. Hermione turned her back to them, and then stretched out her hand to fuck Buckbeak with Fanlin.

"My hair looks so stupid from the back, why is it short in the middle!" Hermione complained dissatisfiedly. This was the first time she had seen herself from the back. Such an opportunity was quite rare.

It seemed that she spoke a little too loudly, which attracted the attention of the pumpkin patch Leverlin. Hermione hurriedly hid her body completely behind the tree. It would be terrible if she was discovered.

"It turns out to be you, Hermione!" Fan Lin said softly.

"You are so alert..." Hermione in the woods felt a little helpless. Only then did she understand why Fan Lin behaved in such strange ways.

However, now is obviously not the time to discuss her hair problem. It would be terrible if Fanlin came over. Hermione felt that her heartbeat was a little accelerated.

The three of them held their breath, but fortunately, they were not in such a good mood standing outside. Buckbeak's impending death weighed heavily on them.

Not long after, when Dumbledore entered Hagrid's cabin, they tiptoed around Hagrid's cabin, ran straight to the hillside and left.

"Now!" Fanlin said, watching his past self take Harry and the others out of the pumpkin field and then rushed out.

There was not much time left for them to rescue Buckbeak, so they had to hurry.

"Come and help!" Fanlin said, he rushed out and took out his wand and lightly tapped one end of the chain, and then the chain automatically flew into Fanlin's hand.

Buckbeak seemed to feel a little strange, it looked up at Fanlin, it didn't understand what Fanlin was going to do.

"Come on, Buckbeak!" Fanlin whispered anxiously, but Buckbeak had no intention of standing up.

"Hurry up..." Vanlin looked around, and suddenly he saw the ferret that Hagrid hung on the stake to feed Buckbeak.

"Well, I don't want to do that..." Vanlin said a little badly, "Hermione, use that!" Vanlin pointed at the dead ferret. (To be continued)