Chapter 91 Saving the Big Bird... Buckbeak

Shirley and Hermione came to the Quidditch pitch to see Rolf. They had made an appointment with him to visit Hagrid today.

Since the teaching accident in the Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid has not been seen in the Great Hall for a week, and everyone has rumored that he has lost contact.

When they crossed the grass and came to Hagrid's cabin, they found a Hippogriff tied to the door.

Its name was Buckbeak, and it was it that injured Malfoy.

Yaya was sitting at the door, barking at Buckbeak and trying to bite his hind legs. He looked very ferocious, like a large dog.

Shirley exclaimed and said in surprise: "Is Yaya so powerful now?"

In her memory, Yaya was very timid and would always be the first to run away when in danger.

Rolf thought for a moment, then he suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at the rope around Buckbeak's neck.

The rope fell off the wooden stake. Buckbeak expanded his range of motion and walked towards Fang. The horse's hooves made a "ding" sound on the ground.

Yaya immediately curled up on the ground, his barking turned into a howl, and then he wagged his tail desperately, looking very humble.

As expected of you, Yaya!

Such a shameful behavior was unanimously despised by Rolf, Shirley and Hermione.

Even Crookshanks, who was in Hermione's arms, glanced at Fang with a look of disgust.

Rolf walked to the cabin, knocked on the door, and said, "Hagrid, are you at home?"

The door opened, revealing Hagrid's big, bearded face. His eyes were red and swollen, and tears were running down his cheeks and falling on the front of his leather vest.

"Woo... you three little guys are here... come in quickly."

This was the first time for all three of them to see Hagrid cry like this, and they were all shocked by him.

They walked into the room and found that Harry and Ron were still sitting in the wooden cabin. They also came to visit Hagrid.

Rolf smelled the strong smell of alcohol. He sniffed and frowned: "Hagrid, how much wine have you drunk?"

"Rolph, I just counted." Harry whispered: "There are seventeen bottles of Firewhiskey alone, and four barrels of Butterbeer, all empty..."

"..."

"Rolph, I need alcohol to numb my nerves right now." Hagrid picked up a single-handled wine glass about the same size as a bucket and drank heavily.

"Hagrid, didn't the school fire you?" Shirley asked.

"But the school directors already know that I caused a teaching accident." Hagrid pulled his hair and said painfully:

"They think I jumped in and they should let the hippogriff play later... It's all my fault..."

"Hagrid, don't worry, the school will not fire you." Rolf comforted: "Look at Professor Snape, he also caused a teaching accident, but he still did a good job."

"That's because no one has complained about Professor Snape, but Malfoy will not let me go...he keeps complaining and moving." Hagrid sobbed, and his whole body was shaking.

"I've also heard that he hopes to hand over Buckbeak to the Ministry of Magic's Disposal of Dangerous Creatures Committee, and the school's board of directors is discussing this proposal."

"Will the Ministry of Magic give a fair trial?" Harry asked.

"Justice?" Hagrid choked and wiped his tears with his sleeve:

"Harry, you don't understand the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. They are a group of cruel wizards who hate all magical creatures."

"Yes, I also heard my father say it." Ron shuddered and said, "No magical creature that enters there can escape the judgment, and will eventually be killed."

"Why?" Harry asked confused.

"The Committee for Handling Rumored Hazardous Organisms has long-term cooperation with some pharmacies." Rove explained:

"Pharmacies cannot kill rare magical creatures, as that would be a violation of the law. However, the Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures has the power to sentence magical creatures to death.

They will then sell the animal carcasses to pharmacies, which will not be illegal. This has formed an industrial chain. "

This kind of thing is just like buying and selling organs. There are always various channels anyway.

It was the first time for several people here to hear about this kind of thing, and their faces were full of shock.

"That's right." Hagrid cried bitterly, and his whole body convulsed violently.

"It's not bad that Buckbeak died under an axe, but there's no way I would accept his body being sent to a drugstore."

Harry felt very powerless and asked: "What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"

"Dumbledore has done enough for me." Hagrid groaned: "It's hard enough for him just to prevent those dementors from entering the castle, and Peter is wandering around. I can't do this again." Trouble him with little things.”

Harry looked at Ron again and said, "Then Mr. Weiss..."

"Harry, my father works in the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles." Ron's pale lips stammered:

"He can't manage the Disposal Committee, and he was suspended for a period of time last year because of Feitian Car..."

"Then there's nothing we can do?" Harry said angrily, "This matter was Malfoy's fault."

Shirley stared into Luo Fu's eyes and said in a soft voice: "Luo Fu, do you have any idea?"

Others may not be able to do anything, but Luofu will definitely do it. He can always solve all problems... This is her biggest feeling after spending several years together.

Luofu gave the ponytail girl a smile and said calmly:

"As long as we don't let this matter go, hand it over to the committee for dealing with dangerous creatures."

"This incident is ultimately a teaching accident. The Hippogriff is also a teaching device. The Education Administration has every right to take over."

"But I don't know anyone in the Education Administration." Hagrid said hoarsely.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Rolf. The young man said softly:

"I have an acquaintance... Mrs. Griselda Marchbank, who is the director of the Education Administration. I met her at Nico's funeral.

We have been communicating for the past year. She can come forward to review this matter."

"Can I?" Hagrid became excited.

"Of course." Rolf nodded and said, "But Mrs. Gsilda Marchbank will not favor anyone. She is very fair and will not accept Malfoy's threats, but she will not listen to our one-sided words.

So Hagrid, you can't be so decadent anymore. You must first work hard to teach your Care of Magical Creatures class. At least there should not be another teaching accident. Drinking is even more detrimental."

"Yes, I also think you have drunk enough, Hagrid, you can't touch alcohol anymore."

Hermione stood up, took the single-handled wine glass off the table, walked outside and poured the wine, and she threw away the other bottles.

This behavior seemed to scare Hagrid. He rubbed his cheeks and cheered up: "You are right, I can't drink anymore."

He stood up from the chair with difficulty and put his head in the bucket to sober himself up a little.

Rolf stood up, and everyone focused their attention on him. He said seriously:

"Anyway, Hagrid, you have to listen to us next. Don't worry, I'm here... We will win this trial and get Buckbeak acquitted from the Ministry of Magic.

Don't forget, I'm a Magizoologist!"

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(Thanks to the "Nine-Tailed Flame Fox" boss for the reward.)