harry potter book of crimes

In the past few days, Maka has appeared on the Hufflepuff table quite punctually at breakfast time.

In fact, this is very rare. According to calculations by thoughtful people, Maca's chances of eating on time have been decreasing year by year.

Moreover, there will be several cliff drops every school year, and the routine is really unpredictable.

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

If we were to say who was the protagonist this morning, it would probably be Neville.

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

For this reason, Sirius Black actually entered the dormitory of Gryffindor House!

Professor McGonagall was so angry about this incident that she immediately punished Neville not to go to Hogsmeade again.

Not only that, she also put Neville in solitary confinement, not allowing 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 - whenever this happened

Sometimes, those dwarfs would always tease him with unpleasant words.

However, none of these punishments came close to what his grandmother was ready and waiting for him.

Two days after Black broke into the Tower, she sent Neville the worst thing a Hogwarts student could receive at breakfast - a howler.

That day, the school's owl flew into the hall and delivered the mail as usual. At this moment, a huge barn owl stopped in front of him, holding a scarlet envelope in its mouth. Neville was dumbfounded.

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

"Run, Neville!" Ron advised him hastily.

Neville didn't need him to say it a second time.

He grabbed the envelope and ran out of the hall like he was holding a bomb. The Slytherin students burst out laughing when they saw him.

Soon, everyone heard the roaring letter speaking in the front hall - it was the voice of Neville's grandmother, amplified a hundred times than the usual volume. She screamed and condemned Neville for the trouble he had brought to the entire family.

A shame.

Harry was so busy feeling sorry for Neville that he didn't notice that he also had a letter. Hedwig gave Harry a hard peck on his wrist to attract his attention.

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

Harry tore open the envelope just as 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 o'clock tonight? I will pick you up at the castle and wait for me in the hall. You are not allowed to leave the castle by yourself.

Hagrid

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"He probably wants to hear everything about Black!" Ron said excitedly after reading it.

At this moment, Maka also received a letter.

One glance at his letter can tell that it is very different from other envelopes - it is full of postmarks.

The owl Mafa that brought the envelope rarely landed on the edge of the table next to Maka today. To be honest, Maka hadn't seen it for a long time, and she didn't know where it had been flying around recently.

However, it still has a lot of oil in its feathers, so it seems that life should still be very moist.

"Willie?" Maka put her dinner plate directly in front of it, picked up the envelope with her left hand and read it.

This is a cross-border letter from Paris, France. I don’t know how this letter was delivered. Anyway, the envelope is full of travel dust at the moment.

The letter felt very thick, and it seemed that there must be a lot of letter paper inside. He tore open the envelope and took a look inside, and it turned out to be a thick pile.

"Has Willie been obsessed with writing novels recently or something?" Maka thought casually as she took out the letter.

As soon as he unfolded the letter paper, he realized that the vast majority of this neatly folded pile were schedule records for cultivating Rafaela Dragon Kiss!

Looking at the dense data and the small and delicate fonts, it is obvious that it has been copied carefully.

Seeing that Willy was so serious, Maka couldn't help but read through it carefully in order. Until the last record, he finally saw the data of successful flowering.

The letter paper that actually contains the content is just a piece of paper. And there is only one sentence on it - the flowers are blooming, come and take a look at some time.

Maka was stunned for a while, then decisively stuffed the breeding record and the only piece of letter paper back into the envelope.

"...It's such a distinctive letter." He couldn't help but muttered as he stuffed it inside.

However, the next moment, he discovered that the thick stack of paper could not be stuffed in - something seemed to be holding them up.

He picked up the corner of the envelope and shook it slightly, and then, a magic photo suddenly fell on the table.

It was a photo of Willie and the blooming Rafaela Dragon Kiss.

The flower is similar to what is shown in the information picture: it blooms like the mouth of a fire dragon, the jagged edges of the petals are as scary as the dragon's teeth, the roots and vines are entangled on the top of the tower, and from time to time it spits out flaming dragon breath.

He looked very arrogant.

And Willy was right next to the tall Rafaela Dragon Kiss - compared with the very imposing Hua'er, Willy was like a baby. She looked at Maka outside the photo calmly, as usual.

Expressive.

"Moving and still, it's really an interesting combination." Maka picked up the photo and looked at it for a while, but when he turned it over and took a closer look, he found that there was a line of small words behind the photo.

——Are the flowers in the greenhouse blooming?

What Willy was referring to, of course, were those unknown flower seeds. In recent times, the stems and leaves have become thicker and thicker, and they are more attractive to people. Once you stare at them, you can't take your eyes away.

After discussing with Professor Sprout, Maca moved them to the last greenhouse to prevent other students from being infected.

But to say whether they have bloomed or not, Maka can only regretfully say that they have not.

It has been a long time, but they still haven't even grown buds, let alone bloomed - this has to be said to be a very surprising thing.

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

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At six o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ron left the tower of Gryffindor House, jogged past the security dwarfs, and headed straight to the front hall where Hagrid was already waiting for them.

"Hello, Hagrid!" said Ron, "I thought you wanted to hear what happened on Saturday night, right?"

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

"Oh," said Ron, a little dejected.

After they walked into Hagrid's hut, the first thing they saw was Buckbeak the hippogriff.

At this moment, it was lying on Hagrid's patched sheets, its huge wings tightly folded on both sides of its body.

He is enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.

Harry deliberately avoided looking at this unpleasant sight. He saw a huge, fluffy brown suit hanging on Hagrid's wardrobe door, as well as a hideous yellow and orange tie.

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

"Buckbeak's case against the Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures," said Hagrid. "He and I have to go to London together this Friday. I've booked two berths on the Knight Bus..."

Harry immediately felt an uncomfortable feeling of guilt - Buckbeak's trial date was so close, but he had completely forgotten about it; and judging from the expression on Ron's face, he probably

Forgot too.

Naturally, they also forgot about their promise to help prepare Buckbeak's defense: the arrival of the Firebolt made them forget all about it.

Hagrid poured them tea and gave them a plate of Bath fruit bread, but they knew better than to eat it: they had learned enough about Hagrid's craftsmanship.

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

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Hermione." Hagrid mentioned her name.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.

"She's in normal condition, and here's the problem... She's come to see me many times since Christmas, and she often says she doesn't know what to say to Maka -" Hagrid suddenly shook his head again and said, "No, it's not.

This... I want to say that she always said that she was lonely because you first ignored her because of the Firebolt, and then she changed her mind and didn't talk to Mag; but now you don't talk to her anymore, just because of her.

s cat--"

"——It ate Scabbers!" Ron interrupted Hagrid angrily.

"Because her cat did what all cats would do." Hagrid continued stubbornly, "She cried several times. You have to know that she is having a hard time now. She bit off more than she can chew...

…If you ask me, there’s so much she wants to do. But she’s not as smart as Maka…but she still found time to help me prepare Buckbeak’s case.”

"You know...she found me some really useful information, and I think Buckbeak might win now..."

"Hagrid, we were supposed to help you - sorry -" Harry said awkwardly.

"I don't blame you!" Hagrid obviously didn't care about this. "You already have a lot of things to do. I see you training on the Quidditch pitch day and night - but I must tell you that I think

You two should value your friends more than broomsticks and mice, that's what I'm saying."

He thought for a while and then added: "At least Maka is busy all day long, but she still remembers to give you some helpful potions - even I have a share, I think you should have received them too, right?

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