"Guilty? Of course not. I never thought the Hippogriff was guilty." Hagrid took a deep breath and began to flip through the cards in his hand to find the answer.
This old man is so insidious.
Thanks to Albert's reminder, otherwise he would probably be led by the other party.
"Then why do you hope to change the sentence to compensate the victim for medical expenses?" demanded the old wizard, who wanted to convict the Hippogriff.
As long as you are guilty, you can be sentenced to death.
Hagrid glanced at the contents of the card in his hand and was not at all afraid of the old wizard's questions. Albert even thought of the answers to the questions for him.
"That's just my sympathy for Mr. Malfoy and my concern for his family's finances."
After that, Hagrid glanced at Lucius provocatively and continued to read the contents of the card in his hand. He spoke louder and louder: "As far as I know, Mr. Lucius Malfoy has spent a large sum of Galleons to win this appeal, and he seems to be a little short of money. Of course, this is also a little kindness from me, which can make their life not too bad. You can think of this as my humanitarian aid. Of course, since I don’t have many Galleons myself, I can only donate 50 Galleons."
Albert got this Galleon from Malfoy, so he didn't feel bad at all about spending it.
What Hagrid meant to say was to spend money to settle the dispute, but the money was given very reluctantly.
After Hagrid finished speaking, the old wizard looked at Lucius Malfoy and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, do you agree with Mr. Hagrid's proposal to resolve this matter peacefully and have him compensate you 50 Galleons?"
Hagrid was willing to pay 50 Galleons to settle the matter, which showed that he was actually very sincere. After all, Draco Malfoy was not hurt too much.
If it were an ordinary case, the only thing left would be to finalize the final amount of compensation.
This old wizard from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures actually hopes to solve the problem in this way, but he also knows that this is almost impossible.
Lucius Malfoy obviously did not intend to let it go. He spent more than 50 Galleons on this matter.
Lucius Malfoy spent so much time trying to kill the Hippogriff not just because his son Draco was injured, but also because he wanted to use this incident to attack Hagrid and disgust Dumbledore.
Otherwise, this scene would not have happened at all.
The feud between Malfoy and Dumbledore originated from the views on wizarding bloodline in the pantomime of the wizarding fairy tale "The Fountain of Luck" adapted by Hogwarts when Armando Dippet was the headmaster.
"I disagree, gentlemen," Lucius Malfoy said haughtily. "My son has suffered great harm, and that mad beast should be punished accordingly."
Dumbledore watched all this silently. As a witness, he could not participate in this argument. This was one of the reasons why Lucius Malfoy chose Dumbledore as a witness.
To be honest, he was very interested in how this would develop. Mr. Anderson had obviously prepared Hagrid well.
"50 Galleons of compensation still can't calm your anger? Do you want to get more Galleons from me? I really underestimated your greed." Hagrid put a hand card into his pocket.
"The Malfoys won't be short of your Galleons." Lucius looked at Hagrid with a look of contempt, "You should keep those Galleons for yourself!"
"I see. It seems that 50 Galleons cannot impress you. How many Galleons do you want? 500 Galleons or 5,000 Galleons." Hagrid suddenly asked.
Draco Malfoy, who had originally planned to come and laugh at Hagrid's joke, was now stunned by Hagrid's talkativeness.
Was this really the Care of Magical Creatures professor he knew
It's like he's a completely different person.
"I really don't understand why you would defend a mad hippogriff." Lucius said sarcastically, "Did you deliberately instruct the hippogriff to hurt people?"
"Mr. Malfoy, do you have any evidence to prove your accusation?" the old wizard asked with a frown.
"Gentlemen, I think Mr. Malfoy is distorting the facts." Hagrid raised his hand and said, "His son Draco Malfoy was hurt and it was entirely his own fault. I have evidence, witnesses, and I will take responsibility for every word I say next."
"Before class, I told all the students: Hippogriffs are very proud and easily lose their temper. Don't humiliate them, or you will get hurt or die."
The old wizard looked at Draco, then looked back at Hagrid who was talking and frowned.
"As one of the few wizards who can tame hippogriffs, I can officially tell you that hippogriffs will not actively attack wizards. Professor Silvanus Kettlebur and Ms. Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank are both authorities in this area, and they can testify for me." Hagrid continued, "If you think their words are unreliable, you can ask Mr. Newt Scamander, who is an expert in this area..."
"Hagrid, that proves nothing?" interrupted the old wizard.
"If even the experts can't prove it, then who do you think can prove it?" Hagrid asked, "Mr. Malfoy, who is not even an expert?"
"The problem is that the beast hurt people, Hagrid, that's the point." The old wizard found that Hagrid was more difficult to deal with than last time.
If he hadn't accepted Lucius's Galleons, he wouldn't have wanted to get involved in this matter at all.
"Anyone who dares to deliberately poke a dragon's eyes deserves to be eaten or burned to death by the dragon's flames," said Hagrid coldly.
"These are two completely different things."
"I still remember that when the Hippogriff acknowledged Draco Malfoy and bowed to him, Mr. Malfoy called it an ugly beast, and that's why it was attacked. It's like someone deliberately reaching out to poke a dragon's eyes. Why would they do that knowing that it would be dangerous?"
"So, we didn't pursue your question." Lucius said coldly: "We are now discussing the attack by the hippogriff."
"Excuse me, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, is there something wrong with your son's brain? If he is not mentally ill, why would he provoke the Hippogriff? Does he think it's fun to joke about his own life?" Hagrid mocked mercilessly, "If that's the case, you should take him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, because he may have a problem with his brain. I'm worried that he will deliberately reach out to grab my hound's tail during class next time, and then sue me in court after being bitten by the dog."
Lucius put his hand on his son's shoulder and looked at Hagrid with a cold gaze, the malice in his eyes almost seeping out.
"Hagrid, the Hippogriff hurt someone, it should be punished."
"I don't remember that the Ministry of Magic's laws stipulate that the punishment must be death in this regard." Hagrid sneered, "As far as I know, the person involved is still alive and well. Someone told me that our Mr. Malfoy was able to fight with his hand, which he claimed was severely injured, on the third day after being injured. If necessary, I can also provide witnesses, and more than one."
Hagrid began to expose the past, not giving anyone else any face. He looked at Lucius and sneered, "Don't think I can do nothing just because you paid to get rid of my legal advisor. Before that, I had already asked him about relevant legal knowledge."
"Your attempt to execute the Hippogriff is totally illegal because your son is not dead, let alone seriously injured." Hagrid stared at the old wizard and said, "I can provide evidence for this."
"Hagrid, the Hippogriff hurt someone, it should be punished." repeated the old wizard.
"Well, can you tell me what the punishment is? It won't be execution again, right?" Hagrid sneered. He finally understood why Albert said he couldn't win.
"Since the hippogriff has gone mad, it should be executed to prevent similar accidents from happening again." The old wizard seemed to have spent a lot of effort to finish this sentence.
"Why bother? I know you took 200 Galleons from Lucius." Hagrid suddenly said, "But why bother? This amount of Galleons is not easy to take."
"This is pure slander. How dare you slander an official from the Ministry of Magic?" the old wizard roared angrily.
"Slander, whether it is slander or not, you know it yourself. Don't think I don't know that you are his accomplice. I have recorded all the conversations in this trial. Let people judge right and wrong." Hagrid said expressionlessly.
"How dare you... No one will believe you."
The old wizard had a bad feeling that Hagrid's actions were too abnormal, but he had no other way out now.
"Slander? If you don't have any, then why are you afraid?" Hagrid sneered at the old man in front of him. Now that they have already fallen out, there is no need to be polite.
Albert once told him that as long as the trial was recorded, there would be a chance to send the old man to Azkaban prison in two years.
Although he didn't know the reason, Hagrid would not forgive the bastard who took money and neglected his duties.
"I now declare the mad Hippogriff guilty and order his immediate execution by beheading, by the commission's appointed executioner, Walton McNeill..."
Ahem. Dumbledore coughed lightly and interrupted, "I suggest that the execution be held at night to avoid other students from watching. I don't want my students to see a bloody scene. Before that, I will make sure that the Hippogriff doesn't escape. Of course, you can also go over there and watch it yourself."
"Then the execution will be carried out at sunset." The old wizard glared at Hagrid and said to Dumbledore, "The professor you hired is not rational enough."
"He's just too sad." Dumbledore was also very surprised at Hagrid's toughness. Albert obviously said something to Hagrid.
However, he suspected that the poor old man in front of him might not be able to maintain his integrity in his later years.
(Lucius and Walton MacNeill were both Death Eaters)
After Lucius Malfoy and his son left triumphantly, Dumbledore said to Hagrid, "You were too excited just now."
"I'm sorry, but you should have seen that they don't want to give Buckbeak a chance to live." Hagrid took out a tranquilizer from his pocket and took a big sip. "Although Albert has told me about this, I still... Well, he is right, cowardice is not desirable. Any laws and prohibitions of the Ministry of Magic are only for ordinary people who have no power, and for those rich people, officials are simply useless."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then asked, "What else did he say?"
"He just asked me to record what happened just now, and said that in two years, the old man might be fired for dereliction of duty, or even thrown into Azkaban prison." Hagrid shrugged and took out a round object from his pocket, which was a bit like a memory ball.
"Made by Mr. Anderson?" Dumbledore looked at the ball in Hagrid's hand and guessed what it was used for.
"Yes, he gave it to me."
"It seems that Mr. Anderson has found a solution to this problem." Dumbledore sighed softly, "What a reliable friend."
"I don't know, he didn't say anything." Hagrid shook his head.
"Shameless depravity!"
On the wall behind Dumbledore's desk, a portrait of a fat, red-nosed wizard bellowed, "In my day, the Ministry never did that!"
“The current judicial system is really eye-opening!”
Phineas smiled and said to Dumbledore, "Well, do you regret giving up the position of Minister of Magic? If you had become the Minister of Magic, perhaps the situation would not be so bad."
To be honest, Phineas could tell at a glance that the old wizard from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures had taken Lucius Malfoy's Galleons.
"No," said Dumbledore.
"What?"
"Even if I become the Minister of Magic, I can't change anything." Dumbledore said calmly, "If you want to completely change the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, you need an opportunity."
"Opportunity?" Hagrid repeated in confusion.
"Actually, I'm not quite sure when the opportunity will appear. Maybe Mr. Anderson knows." Dumbledore was very clear about the situation in the Ministry of Magic. Even if he really became the Minister of Magic, he would not be able to change it. Instead, he would be dragged down by a bunch of things. The remnants of Voldemort would definitely do their best to create trouble for him, and he would also lose the opportunity to train Harry personally.
Dumbledore was actually afraid of the temptation of power. He was not sure what he would do after he came to power, so the best way was to stay away from power.
Sometimes, Dumbledore was quite envious of his old friend Tiberius Ogden. They really lived a very comfortable life.
Unfortunately, he can't do that yet.
"Maybe you should take some time to talk to Mr. Anderson. Prophets are not common." A portrait suggested.
"Well, your name is Hagrid, right? If possible, could you ask him to come here? I want to hire Mr. Anderson to help me with some divination." Phineas suddenly said.
"We are already dead Phineas," the other portraits reminded.
"I know, but I want to know something."
"I can tell you, but..." Hagrid glanced at Dumbledore and said, "I think Anderson might ask you for a lot of money."