A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Hagrid froze on the spot, too panicked to say a word. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his wand.

Looking at the wand in his hand, Hagrid hesitated and said: "I...I, I forgot."

"forget?"

His answer made the students question, are you a competent teacher?

"Ah, my back hurts so much! Ah, my arm seems to be broken!" Malfoy howled, covering his arm, alas.

"I'm going to die! Roger, that beast is going to kill me!"

Pansy quickly checked on Malfoy. She burst into tears and yelled at Hagrid: "You should be expelled from the school immediately!"

Facing Pansy's accusation, Hagrid turned pale. He stayed in place in embarrassment, looking at the helpless Malfoy who was wailing in pain.

"It's Malfoy's fault!" Dean Thomas screamed, accusing: "It was he who deliberately caught Buckbeak and put himself in danger."

"It's obviously Hagrid's fault!" Goyle and Clark tightened their muscles and clamped Dean on both sides.

Their eyes were full of hostility and they asked, "If he hadn't taken care of the monster, how could Malfoy be injured?"

Harry heard them slandering Hagrid and stood up to retaliate: "We all saw it. It was Malfoy holding Buckbeak's neck. The danger was entirely caused by his recklessness and had nothing to do with Hagrid!"

Facing the quarrel among the students, Hagrid looked on innocently. When he heard Harry and other little wizards defending him, tears could not help but shine in his eyes.

Just as the quarrel between the two parties became more and more fierce, and a direct conflict almost broke out, a loud voice interrupted them.

"That's enough!" Rogge frowned and shouted loudly: "Is now the time to quarrel?"

His eyes were like lightning and his voice was like thunder, which suddenly silenced everyone.

Rogge looked up at Hagrid and reminded him: "Send Malfoy to the school hospital first. The school will naturally handle other disputes."

After hearing Rogge's words, everyone nodded in agreement. Only then did Hagrid react and quickly lifted Malfoy. He carried the other man and ran up the slope towards the castle.

Pansy didn't care about anything else and hurriedly followed.

"Clark, Goyle, follow and keep an eye on it, don't let anything happen." Rogge ordered.

"Understood (no problem)."

Watching them leave, Rogge shook his head helplessly. The edge of the Forbidden Forest was not 100% safe, so Hagrid just let it go. You know, the dementors outside the school haven't evacuated yet.

"Alas!" Rogge walked up to a higher place and said, "Assemble according to the respective colleges and count the number of people immediately."

"Why should I listen to you?" A dissatisfied voice came from the crowd, it was the reluctant Ron.

"This is not a suggestion, but an order. Act immediately!" Rogge said in a cold voice.

Ron felt the invisible pressure, couldn't help but swallowed, and stopped saying anything. Everyone took action to check on classmates in their respective colleges to ensure everyone's safety.

"Roger, except for Malfoy and Pansy, all the Slytherins are here," Daphne reported.

"The Gryffindors are here too," Hermione continued.

Rogge nodded, threw out the chain and tied up the floating Buckbeak, and said, "Everyone go back to school first. The dementors are still around, so don't run around."

"Why don't you let Buckbeak go?" At this moment, Harry in the crowd suddenly said.

He shouted at Rogge: "He didn't do anything wrong, he should be let go!"

Harry's question made Roger confused. It's just a hippogriff. In the final analysis, it's just a beast. Is it important whether you let go or not?

He ignored Harry's question and waved his hand to lead everyone back to the castle.

Harry was extremely dissatisfied with Roger's indifferent attitude. He stared at Buckbeak floating in the sky, secretly thinking about how to rescue it.

Everyone carefully avoided the dementors wandering at the entrance and walked into the school nervously.

Arriving at the hall, Rogge easily unlocked the spell. The floating Buckbeak fell instantly. It flapped its wings in panic and almost fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as it hit the ground, it let out a high-pitched cry and tried to break free from the chains. However, the other end of the chain was fixed to the stone pillar. No matter how hard it pulled, it couldn't break free.

Harry saw the others walking up the steps and into the hall, and winked at Ron. The two of them sneaked away while no one was paying attention.

Theodore glanced back at the door and reminded Rogge in a low voice: "What if Harry lets him go?"

"Then Malfoy will be extremely happy." Rogge said indifferently, "Let's go and see the guy who almost wrote history."

As they spoke, they walked up the marble stairs to the school hospital run by Madam Pomfrey. Hagrid stood stunned beside the hospital bed, while Malfoy lay on the hospital bed, moaning in pain.

Madam Pomfrey checked Malfoy's arm doubtfully, smelled the healing potion, and frowned: "Shouldn't it be?"

She sensed something was wrong and reexamined Malfoy's injuries. At this time, Roger and the others walked into the ward and asked with concern: "Mrs. Pomfrey, is Malfoy's injury serious?"

"It stands to reason that it's not serious, and there are no obvious wounds. I don't even think it should be sent here." Madam Pomfrey checked the healing potion on the table and said helplessly: "But he kept shouting that it hurt, so I could only continue Let’s try other potions.”

Madam Pomfrey's helplessness made Hagrid even more panicked. He clenched his hands uneasily, worried that he would become the professor with the shortest tenure in history.

"Please, you must cure this child!" Hagrid begged.

Madam Pomfrey nodded and comforted him: "Don't worry, Hagrid."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the pharmacy, ready to let Malfoy try the healing potion at the bottom of the box.

"Oh, Malfoy, you are so miserable." Rogge sighed, "You almost became a historical figure."

Malfoy covered his arm with a pained expression on his face. Hearing what Rogge said, he sighed and asked, "Why?"

"The hippogriff is a 3X-level creature. If you die under its claws, it will definitely increase the danger level. Maybe it will become 5X in a flash."

Pansy turned and glared at Roger, is this so comforting? It sounds like schadenfreude.

"Ouch, my arm hurts so much." Malfoy saw Madam Pomfrey coming out and began to cry deliberately again, "It hurts, it hurts!"

In order to avoid being addicted to this stuff, Rogge reminded: "The school team selection is about to begin, and you are injured. It seems that the secondary league has nothing to do with you.

Oh, Merlin bless you, Snape will definitely kiss your ass hard with his boot! "

Upon hearing the news, the wailing Malfoy froze for a few seconds. He continued to fold his arms and groan, but his eyes moved rapidly, as if he was thinking about gains and losses.

Madam Pomfrey brought out a green glass bottle with a snake coiled around it. The yellow and curled label on the bottle reads: Ask... The letters behind it have been blurred by the years and are difficult to read.

Following the glass snake mouth, a light scent of grass and woods filled the air. The potion is also mixed with floral and fruity aromas, giving people a refreshing feeling.

"Try this." Madam Pomfrey handed over a cup of potion.

Malfoy took the potion and looked around secretly. Then he closed his eyes and drank it down.

Madam Pomfrey's eyes twitched when she saw Malfoy's movements. She clearly remembered that the potion tasted very fragrant.

Pansy held Malfoy's hand with concern and asked, "How are you now? Does it still hurt?"

"Hey, it seems, it really doesn't hurt anymore." Malfoy said in surprise, "Mrs. Pomfrey, the potion has taken effect!"

Madam Pomfrey smiled slightly: "Yes, this potion does have magical effects."

But she was suspicious in her heart: Strange, why didn't the previous potion work? Has it expired?

While she looked at Malfoy carefully, she carefully examined the healing potion she had used before. Suddenly, she realized something.

"Will there be any side effects?" Malfoy asked quickly.

Madam Pomfrey ignored him and took a deep breath. It turned out that the little guy in front of her was pretending to be sick!

Hagrid was not aware of this yet. He thought it was Madam Pomfrey who rescued Malfoy, so he kept thanking her.

"This is what I should do." Madam Pomfrey held a plate full of potions and signaled him not to worry.

She turned to look at Malfoy and said angrily: "You can leave my ward. I have other patients to take care of."

Roger glanced at the school hospital. The beds were empty and there were no other patients at all.