I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Not yet. I've written more than a dozen and I'm still not satisfied with it." Hermione was a little picky in this regard and had to choose the one she was satisfied with.

"Then you have to hurry up. When we move in, we must have a new name to use contract magic."

"I know, don't worry. I'll look through the dictionary again in the next few days and make sure I choose the one I'm most satisfied with." Hermione nodded.

"Why haven't I seen Harry and Ron recently?" Hermione asked after finishing the last piece of pancake.

"I haven't paid much attention to them. They seem to have something going on recently and are avoiding us on purpose. Maybe they are afraid that I will catch them and ask them to write a reply."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry and Ron appeared in the auditorium. Before he could speak, Harry said eagerly: "Hagrid is in trouble. The Ministry of Magic has determined that he is responsible for the attack on Malfoy and will punish him." Approval.”

"Where did you hear the news?" Hermione put down her knife and fork and didn't care about eating anymore. "Dumbledore didn't stand up to speak for him?"

"Slytherin already knows, Malfoy has spread the news, and the bad guy's father bribed officials from the Ministry of Magic to classify the incident as an attack." Ron told all the news he heard.

"You two get some food. Let's talk as we walk. I think Hagrid will need our help." Orlando motioned for them to get some food, and they walked out of the castle towards the Forbidden Forest.

In the winter, Hogwarts was covered with snow, and the grass was covered with a thick layer of snow. They had to move forward one foot deeper and one foot shallower. Orlando took the lead and stepped on a deep footprint for them to follow. Walking with footprints.

Even so, their socks and cloaks were still soaked. At this time, the Forbidden Forest seemed to be enchanted, and all the trees were covered with a layer of silver, glowing under the winter sun.

"Hagrid, are you at home?" Orlando knocked on the door. Hagrid's hut was surrounded by snow and looked like an ice cream.

"Is there no one? Where did Hagrid go?" Ron leaned on the door and listened to the sounds inside.

"Yes, Hagrid is home, I can feel it." Orlando knocked hard again.

The door slowly opened, and the snow on the roof fell. Orlando had to use magic to prop up a protective shield to prevent everyone from being buried in the snow.

"It's you!" Hagrid looked at them with a haggard look and a shaggy beard. His eyes were dull, "What's the matter?"

"Let's see you, Hagrid. Can you let us in first?" Hermione said hurriedly.

"Oh, okay, come in."

Orlando made Hermione sit by the stove to warm her feet, and took off her boots to dry them. Hermione was unwilling to let him take off her socks, so he had to put them on her feet to dry them.

"You are such a delicate person, Orlando." Hagrid praised with red eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment Hagrid. I see that you are not in good condition. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

After hearing this, Hagrid could no longer suppress it and sobbed, "You'll know just by looking at this." He picked up an envelope from the table and handed it over. It was an official letter, "I thought Fudge was looking for me. Just to find out about the Dementors, who knows about him….”

Orlando opened the letter and glanced at it. Ron and Harry also stretched their necks. Their shoes were wet. They were barefoot and stretched their heads to see clearly. Orlando had no choice but to read out:

Dear Mr. Hagrid: We have further investigated the Hippogriff attack on a student in your class, and we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident. .

"That's a good thing, Hagrid, you're okay." Ron interrupted Orlando happily.

"There will be more later." Hagrid shed big tears. Orlando glanced at him and continued reading:

However, we must express our concern about this hippogriff in question.We have decided to uphold Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint and the matter will therefore be referred to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures.We will hold a hearing at the Commission's London offices on April [-]th, and we ask that you and your hippogriff be present on that date.During this period, hippogriffs should be kept in captivity and quarantined.

"They are abusing their power. It's hard to imagine that the Ministry of Magic decided that there was something wrong with Buckbeak so hastily." Hermione said with a frown.

"Isn't there a hearing yet? Why do you think the Ministry of Magic has decided that Buckbeak has a problem?" Harry took the letter in Orlando's hand and looked through it.

"It can be seen from the wording of the Ministry of Magic that they have a presumption of guilt, so no matter what the outcome of the hearing is, they will find it guilty." Having seen a lot of what the Ministry of Magic did recently, Hermione not only saw his She no longer has any expectations for the moral bottom line of these politicians.

"This..." Ron's father worked in the Muggle Office of the Ministry of Magic and was very familiar with some of the internal processes of the Ministry of Magic. He didn't know how to comfort Hagrid, so he could only say dryly: "Maybe they just want to scare Not necessarily to scare Hagrid, right, Harry."

"You don't understand those weirdos on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures!" Hagrid choked and wiped his tears with his sleeves. "They hate all non-human creatures. Even if these creatures have not done any evil, they cannot escape being killed."

At this time, the sound of biting prey came from the corner of Hagrid's hut. It was Buckbeak. He was lying in the corner of the house, chewing something in his mouth, and blood flowed all over the floor.

"I can't trap it in the snow. The weather is so cold. It will freeze." Hagrid choked and said, "It's so unfair to be alone on Christmas Day."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other. They frowned and thought for a long time. They had no good solution, so they had to look at Orlando.

"Let me tell you, this matter is not difficult to solve." Orlando poured a cup of hot tea from the copper kettle and handed it to Hermione, "Drink some tea to warm yourself up."

Then he poured a few more cups and said, "You guys also have some tea."

"The Ministry of Magic is just taking old Malfoy's money to be so interested in it. This is a power-for-money transaction, so Hermione's judgment is correct. No matter how hard we struggle, we can't change Buckbeak's fate of being tried." .”

Hagrid crushed the tea cup in his hand angrily. If Hermione's words only poured cold water on him, but there was still a glimmer of hope, then Orlando's deduction completely shattered his illusions.

"How can they treat a life so carelessly? What right do they have to do this? This is a desecration of life and a crime."

"Don't get excited, Hagrid. Do you know what I did last time when Fudge and his senior deputy ministers prepared to interrogate me?"

"I know." Ron became excited as soon as he mentioned this matter. Dolores Umbridge was disgraced by the Ministry of Magic because of this matter, and Fudge had to give her a long vacation. "For this Actually, dad even wrote to me specially..."

"Okay, Ron, now is not the time to talk about this." Harry interrupted hastily, knowing that Ron would never stop talking once he got high.

"As soon as I walked into the office, I knew I was in trouble. The Ministry of Magic didn't care how many Dementors died, and which monsters' lives and lives were just a set of numbers to them. They just wanted to take this opportunity to mess with me. , by the way, to suppress Dumbledore, it would be better if we could drive a wedge between Dumbledore and my teacher Nico Flamel." Orlando sneered and continued.

"So when I realized that they had bad intentions and even wanted to use me as a pawn, I didn't hold back. Instead, I told them with my fists that I was not someone to be trifled with. If they pissed me off, I wouldn't mind killing them. Their table.”

Harry and Ron looked at him with bright eyes, like fans meeting a star.

"Then what?" Hagrid urged, finally forgetting his sadness.

"Then, I beat her unconscious. Fudge was furious, but before he could get angry, my teacher Nico Flamel arrived. He was even more exaggerated than me. He directly put it on all the Aurors and cut out I got all Fudge’s minions, and finally threatened him that if he dared to cause trouble with me, I would impeach him in the name of the honorary lifetime president of the International Federation of Magicians and have him step down.”

"Master Nico Flamel is so domineering, as he should be." Harry boasted and praised.

"I wish I had such a teacher." Ron looked yearning.