Chapter 121

In recent days, at breakfast time, Maka appeared on Hufflepuff's table quite punctually.

In fact, this is very rare. According to the calculation of interested people, the probability of Maka eating on time has been decreasing year by year.

And every school year there will be several cliff falls, in which the routine is really elusive.

Of course, this kind of thing has been seen many times and soon became accustomed to it.

To say who is the protagonist this morning, it is estimated to be Neville.

Because Neville not only wrote down the password to enter Gryffindor's common room, but also lost the paper with the password.

Therefore, Sirius Black went into the dormitory of Gryffindor college!

Professor McGonagall was so angry about this that he punished Neville immediately and was not allowed to go to Hogsmeade village again.

Not only that, she also closed Neville's confinement and did not allow anyone to give him the password to enter the tower. Poor Neville had to wait in the common room every night to see who could take him in - when the dwarfs would tease him with unpleasant words.

However, these punishments were not as good as his grandmother was ready for him.

Two days after Blake broke into the tower, she sent Neville something. It was the worst thing Hogwarts students could receive at breakfast - a roar letter.

On that day, the school owl flew into the hall and delivered the mail as usual. Just then, a huge barn owl stopped in front of him with a scarlet envelope in his mouth. Neville was dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron were sitting opposite him and immediately recognized that it was a roaring letter - Ron had received one from his mother last year.

"Run, Neville!" Ron hurriedly advised him.

Neville doesn't need him to say it again.

He grabbed the envelope and flew out of the hall like a bomb. The Slytherin students laughed when they saw him.

Soon, everyone heard this roaring letter talking in the front hall - it was Neville's grandmother's voice, a hundred times louder than usual. She shrieked that Neville had brought shame to the whole family.

Harry was too busy feeling sorry for Neville to notice that he had a letter. Hedwig pecked Harry on the wrist and caught his attention.

"Ouch! Oh - thank you, Hedwig..."

Harry tore open the envelope when Hedwig ate the cornflakes from Neville's plate without waiting for his invitation.

Harry saw that the note in the envelope said

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Dear Harry and Ron:

Would you like to have tea with me around six this evening? I'll pick you up at the castle and wait for me in the hall. You can't go out of the castle by yourself.

Hagrid

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"He probably wants to hear all about Blake!" Ron said excitedly as soon as he got close to him.

At this moment, Maka also received a letter.

At first glance, his letter was very different from other envelopes - it was full of postmarks.

The owl MafA, who took the envelope, landed on the edge of the table next to Maka. To tell the truth, Maka hasn't seen it for a long time. I don't know where it has been flying recently.

However, it still has a lot of feather oil. It seems that life should be very moist.

"Willy?" Marca put her plate directly in front of it, picked up the envelope with her left hand and looked at it.

This is a cross-border letter from Paris, France. I don't know how this letter was sent. Anyway, at the moment, the envelope is full of dusty feeling.

The letter feels very thick. It seems that there must be a lot of stationery in it. He tore open the envelope and looked inside. It was a thick stack.

"Is Willie crazy about writing novels or something?" Marca thought casually as she took out her stationery.

As soon as he unfolded the letter paper, he understood that most of the large stacks folded neatly were the agenda records of cultivating Raphael dragon kisses!

Looking at the dense data and small and exquisite fonts, it is obvious that they have been carefully copied.

Seeing that Willie was so serious, Marca couldn't help looking through it carefully in order. Until the last record, he finally saw the data of successful flowering.

The real writing paper is just one. Moreover, there is only one sentence above - when the flowers are blooming, come and have a look.

Maka was stunned for a long time, and then decisively stuffed the cultivation record and the only stationery back into the envelope.

"... what a distinctive letter," he muttered as he stuffed it in.

The next moment, however, he found that the thick stack of paper could not be stuffed in - it seemed that something stood against them.

He took a corner of the envelope and shook it gently, followed by a magic photo that suddenly fell on the table.

That's a picture of Willy and the blooming Raphael dragon kissing.

The flowers are similar to those shown in the data pictures: it opens like the mouth of a fire dragon, the jagged petal edge is as scary as the teeth of a dragon, the rhizomes and tendrils are entangled on the top of the tower, and the flame dragon breath is sprayed out from time to time, looking very arrogant.

And Willie is next to the tall Raphael dragon kiss - compared with the flowers with great momentum, Willie is like a baby. She calmly looks at Maka outside the picture, as expressionless as usual.

"It's an interesting combination to move and be quiet." Maka picked up the picture and looked at it for a while, but when he turned it over and looked more, he found a line of small words behind the picture.

——Are those flowers in the greenhouse in bloom?

Willie refers, of course, to the unknown flowers. Recently, those stems and leaves have become stronger and stronger, and they are more likely to attract people's attention. They can't move their eyes when they stare at them.

After discussing with Professor sprott, Maka moved them to the last greenhouse to prevent other students from being recruited.

But if they have blossomed or not, Maka can only regret that they have not.

It has been a long time, but they still haven't even sprouted, let alone bloomed - it must be said to be a very amazing thing.

The reply was arranged by Maka to the evening, and now it was time for him to continue his research.

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At 6 p.m., Harry and Ron left the tower of Gryffindor college, trotted through the security dwarfs and headed for the lobby where Hagrid was waiting for them.

"Hello, Hagrid!" said Ron. "I think you want to hear what happened on Saturday night, don't you?"

"I've heard it all," said Hagrid, opening the door and leading them out of the castle.

"Oh," said Ron, a little dejected.

When they entered Hagrid's cabin, the first thing they saw was the eagle horse buck bick.

At the moment, it was lying on Hagrid's patched sheets, with its huge wings close to both sides of her body.

He is enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.

Harry deliberately avoided the unpleasant sight. He saw Hagrid's wardrobe door with a huge, furry brown suit and an ugly yellow and orange tie.

"What are these things for, Hagrid?" asked Harry.

"Buckbeak's case against the Committee on the disposal of dangerous organisms," Hagrid said. "I have to go to London with him this Friday. I have booked two berths on the Knight Bus..."

Harry immediately felt an uncomfortable sense of guilt - Buckbeak's trial date was so close, but he had completely forgotten it; Judging from the expression on Ron's face, he probably forgot.

Naturally, they also forgot their promise to help prepare Buckbeak's defense: the arrival of fire crossbows made them forget all these things.

Hagrid poured them tea and offered them a plate of bath fruit bread, but they knew it was better not to eat: they had learned enough about Hagrid's craft.

"I have something to discuss with both of you." Hagrid sat down between them, looking very serious, at least different from his usual attitude.

"What's up?" asked Harry.

"Hermione," Hagrid said her name.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron asked.

"She's normal, that's the problem... She came to see me many times after Christmas and often said she didn't know what to say to Marca -" Hagrid suddenly shook his head again, "No, not this... I mean, she always said she was lonely, because you ignored her for fire and crossbow, and then she changed her mind and didn't talk to MEG; but now you don't talk to her again, just for her cat -"

"- it ate a lot!" Ron interrupted Hagrid angrily.

"Because her cat has done what all cats can do." Hagrid continued stubbornly. "She has cried several times. You know, she has a hard time now. She can't chew too much... If you ask me, she wants to do too much. But she's not as smart as Maka... But she still finds time to help me prepare Buckbeak's case."

"You know... She found me some really useful information. I think Buckbeak may win now..."

"Hagrid, we should have helped you too - sorry -" said Harry awkwardly.

"I don't blame you!" Hagrid obviously didn't care. "You have a lot of things to do yourself. I saw you train at the Quidditch stadium day and night - but I must tell you that I think you two should pay more attention to your friends than broomsticks and mice. That's what I want to say."

After thinking for a while, he added, "at least Maka is busy all day, but she will still remember to send you some helpful medicine - even I have a share. I think you should have received it?"