"Harry, Ron..." Hermione urged in a low voice, "We have to get out of here quickly."
Hermione regretted that she had not insisted on stopping the two from sneaking over.
At this moment, Harry hadn't come to his senses yet, his face was full of confusion, and he didn't even understand what was going on over there.
Buckbeak seemed to have disappeared out of thin air
Yes.
The Hippogriff disappeared out of thin air in front of the three people, leaving no trace, as if someone had cast a vanishing spell on it.
Is it really a vanishing spell
Hermione doubted that even Professor McGonagall would find it difficult to make such a huge hippogriff disappear out of thin air.
However, there was no doubt that this was the work of Albert Anderson, but none of the three could see how Albert had made the Hippogriff disappear out of thin air before their eyes.
After discovering that the Hippogriff was missing, the Danger Committee fell into a brief chaos.
Before Harry could gloat over this, he heard Lucius Malfoy's angry roar, "It was Harry Potter who hid the beast."
To be honest, Harry was confused to hear Lucius Malfoy's slander.
It was obviously Albert who did this, what does it have to do with him
Could it be that all the Malfoys are fools
"Harry, let's get out of here quickly. After Buckbeak disappears, they will definitely ask the Dementors to help search for him."
Hermione reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, urging him to leave.
If Malfoy found out that the three of them were here, even if they weren't the ones who let Buckbeak go, the incident would be blamed on them.
Hermione had thought of all the reasons.
If it wasn't you who did it, what are you doing sneaking around here at this time
They might even drag down Hagrid and Albert.
"Oh, by the way, Hermione, do you know how Albert made the Hippogriff disappear?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't know, Harry." Hermione shook her head and reminded: "Don't mention this matter again, we know nothing."
"You don't even know sometimes," Ron said in mock surprise.
"Can we go back to the castle first? I'm sure they've gone to ask the Dementors for help." Hermione felt that Harry and Ron were so naive because they had never been beaten by reality.
"Malfoy must be mad." Ron said with a look of gloating on his face.
Lucius Malfoy was really mad about this incident. They quickly contacted the Dementors stationed around Hogwarts School through the Ministry of Magic and confirmed that no creature had just flown away from Hogwarts.
As for the several woods behind the pumpkin patch, after a careful search, the Dementors did not find any trace of the Hippogriff leaving. It was as if the beast had disappeared out of thin air.
Lucius Malfoy was naturally unwilling to accept such an outcome. He firmly believed that Hagrid had found a way to secretly transport Buckbeak to a safe place.
Lucius Malfoy was furious at the thought that the other party had moved the Hippogriff right under his nose.
After all, it only took the time to sign an autograph, and the beast disappeared out of thin air.
"Dumbledore, I suspect that the Hippogriff is hidden in the castle." McNeill said to Dumbledore who was drinking brandy, "So, we have to search Hogwarts Castle."
"This is against the rules." The old wizard frowned and reminded.
In fact, such an ending was undoubtedly the best result for the old wizard. The Hippogriff did not die, and Hagrid should not have hated him, and he successfully completed his task.
As for the Hippogriff running away, that really wasn't his fault.
After all, Dumbledore was there, and he didn't find any clues, let alone himself.
"I will never allow Dementors to enter Hogwarts School." Dumbledore stated his bottom line.
Lucius Malfoy stared at Dumbledore, then moved his gaze to the brandy on the table, his lips trembling slightly.
snort!
Malfoy left in a rage.
Lucius knew he had lost. Even if he could convince Fudge to send Aurors to search Hogwarts Castle, the best time would have passed. During this time, the other party would have moved the Hippogriff to a place where no one could find it.
"Okay Hagrid, I'm going to go back now." Dumbledore stood up and prepared to leave.
"Dumbledore, I'm coming with you. I just need to tell Albert about the divination." Hagrid stood up and followed Dumbledore out of the hunting lodge. He did not forget what the headmaster's portrait asked him to tell him.
Of course, Hagrid couldn't wait to meet Albert and find out what was going on with Buckbeak.
As Hagrid and Dumbledore walked side by side, he often turned his head to look at the woods behind him: "Do you think they will do anything else?"
"No, Buckbeak has already escaped. There is no point in searching the castle." Dumbledore was telling the truth. He didn't think the Ministry of Magic could find Buckbeak hidden in the castle.
"Tell Mr. Anderson that I like lemonade," Dumbledore reminded.
Hagrid was a little confused and didn't understand what Dumbledore meant. However, he still conveyed the words to Albert in full.
After parting with Dumbledore in the entrance hall, Hagrid quickly found Albert who was enjoying dinner in the hall. He strode forward and put his hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for the hand card and sedative you prepared for me. They are very useful."
"Did you win the case?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.
"No, I lost in the end." Hagrid's face did not show the disappointment of losing the lawsuit. Instead, he looked very excited.
"Then why do you look so happy?" Lee Jordan couldn't understand Hagrid's thoughts.
"Just now, Buckbeak escaped on his own. He's free," Hagrid announced.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan all looked at Albert. They could assure him that it was definitely Albert who did it.
But how did Albert do it
For the last two hours Albert had been with them in the library.
"What's the reaction from the Ministry of Magic?" Albert glanced at the completed tasks on the task panel and looked up to ask Hagrid about the follow-up.
"Lucius Malfoy is mad as hell," said Hagrid. "They searched the sky and the woods behind the pumpkin patch and found nothing."
"After all, it's hard for some people to accept the reality after all their efforts ended up in vain." Albert suddenly asked, "But you definitely didn't come to me for this!"
"By the way, someone wants your help in divination." Hagrid realized that he had said too much, so he quickly changed the subject and briefly talked about the portrait in the principal's office wanting to ask Albert for divination.
"Are you looking for Albert to tell fortunes for your portrait?"
All three of them found this very novel.
"Yes." Hagrid nodded.
"I charge for fortune-telling for strangers." Albert frowned and asked, "Have you mentioned this to that person?"
"I told him about this, and I think..." Hagrid actually couldn't figure out how to give the portrait to Albert Galleons. "Maybe Dumbledore will be willing to help it pay for the Galleons! By the way, if you are free tomorrow, come to my place for tea. Dumbledore asked me to tell you that he likes lemon soda."
"Oh." Albert nodded to indicate that he understood. As for when to go to the portrait for divination, that would depend on when he was free.
He's not in a hurry anyway!
"What does that mean?" Fred asked confused.
"The password is on the stone carving in front of the principal's office door," Albert explained.
Just as Hagrid was about to leave, he happened to run into Harry and his companions who had just entered the hall.
"Hagrid, are you all right?"
"I'm fine Harry, Buckbeak flew away on his own." Hagrid told Harry excitedly.
"Congratulations, Hagrid." Hermione was sincerely happy for Hagrid.
"I bet some people are mad." Ron made an obscene gesture to Malfoy who was staring at him, and couldn't help but sneered: "Look at his expression, it's like someone fed him a big piece of shit."
"Shut up Ron, everyone is eating now, can you please stop talking about those disgusting things?" The twins turned their heads and glared at Ron, threatening, "Be careful or we will stuff a dung bomb into your mouth."
Ron shut up obediently because Fred and George really took out dung bombs from their pockets. God knows why these two bastards put these things in their pockets.
"What are you thinking about?" Lee Jordan asked.
"I really didn't expect that the first customer who came to me for divination would be a painting." Albert actually had no intention of helping the other party with divination, at least not for the time being.
Let him wait!
Although Albert thought so, he soon found that if he didn't go to find the other party, the other party would actually come to him on his own initiative, and seemed a little impatient.
When Albert returned to the Gryffindor common room, he ran into the Fat Lady in front of her portrait.
This is a wizard with a goatee and wearing silver and green Slytherin clothing.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. Let me introduce myself. My name is Phineas Nigellus Black, and I was once the headmaster of Hogwarts." The portrait introduced itself to Albert. "I think that... Hagrid should have told you that I hope to ask you for divination."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a liar?" Albert asked back.
"The Black family is not short of money." Phineas said to Albert, "I can give you a hundred Galleons to help me predict whether Regulus Black is still alive."
"You are already dead," Albert reminded, "You should not interfere with the affairs of reality."
"I know, but what does this have to do with our deal?" Phineas asked back.
"It really doesn't matter." Albert nodded and said, "This is just a deal. As long as I see Garlon, I will help you with divination."
"You can go to the headmaster's office," said Phineas. "Dumbledore has prepared the Galleons for you."
"You can ask the house elf to take Garlon to my dormitory, and I can help you with divination." Albert said, "Ask the Fat Lady to open the door."
"Can you really tell fortunes?" the Fat Lady asked curiously.
"Who knows?" Albert stepped inside.
After a while, the house-elf really brought a bag of Galleons, along with a portrait of Phineas.
"Here's the fee. Can you start? I want to know if Regulus Black is still alive." Phineas said, staring at the crystal ball in front of him.
"Is Regulus Black still alive?"
Albert placed his hand gently on the crystal ball, watching the gradually swirling white mist, and repeated in his mind what he wanted to know.
Soon, a pale face was reflected in the crystal ball, and he looked like he was floating in the water.
"Unfortunately, Regulus Black is dead, and his body may be in the water." Albert adjusted the position of the portrait so that Phineas could see it more clearly.
The old man was silent. Even though he had actually guessed it a long time ago, it was still a big blow to him to actually see his great-grandson die, because it meant that Sirius Black was the only heir to the Black family, and that bastard was still a dangerous wanted criminal. If he was caught by the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely not survive.
"I want to know how Regulus Black died, and whether Sirius Black will be caught by the Ministry of Magic and lose his life."
"You know, every divination costs money." Albert reminded with a smile.
"You're such a money-grubber." Phineas sneered. "I'll have the house-elf bring it to you later. I guarantee it on the honor of the Black family."
"You know I don't believe that."
"Oh, damn, wait a minute." Phineas disappeared from the portrait frame, and a moment later, the house-elf brought another bag of Galleons.
"Can we start now?" Phineas reappeared and said angrily.
"certainly."
This time, a necklace appeared on the crystal ball.
"What does this mean?"
"His death should be related to this necklace. This thing should be related to Slytherin. There is a snake mark on it." Albert said.
"No more?" Phineas asked with wide eyes.
“No more.”
"I need more detailed information."
"Have you ever seen a prophet who can present the whole thing? Anyway, I can only predict some key fragments or some key items." Albert pushed the purse in front of the portrait and said, "That's it."
Phineas was a little confused and didn't understand what Albert meant, but he quickly realized that Albert was saying that their deal was over and he would not accept the Galleons.
"Wait, I want to know about Sirius Black." Phineas shouted quickly. He hadn't finished asking what he wanted to know.
"The wanted criminal?"
"right."
"Tell me if he deserves it, and whether he will die." Phineas was still very concerned about the situation of the Black family.
"Okay." Albert stated in advance, "But no matter what the result is, I will not refund you the money."
"Let's get started."
When Albert's hand passed over the crystal ball again, what appeared in the crystal ball was a picture of Harry and Black walking side by side, and the two seemed to be talking about something.
"It seems that Blake should be innocent, otherwise it is impossible for him to walk with Potter and chat and laugh with him." Albert said while looking at the picture in the crystal ball.
Phineas breathed a sigh of relief, but soon remembered something and cursed angrily, "Those rubbish of the Ministry of Magic, they didn't even try him, they just threw him into Azkaban prison."
"It's like what the Ministry of Magic would do." Albert put away the money bags and said to Phineas, "It's not easy to clear Black's name. If I were you, I would ask Dumbledore to help solve the problem."
"I will. But do you have any good ideas?"
"Catch Peter Pettigrew." Albert said without hesitation, "As long as we can catch Peter Pettigrew, we should be able to prove that Blake is innocent. I wish you good luck."
"I want to know where Peter Pettigrew is?" said Phineas. "Help me catch that guy, and I'll have Sirius Black give you a thousand Galleons. No, three thousand."
"The bounty on Black is 10,000 Galleons," Albert reminded. "And I suggest you go to Dumbledore for help. He's more reliable than me."
"Ask him for help? Of course, I will ask Dumbledore for help, but I prefer to trust you." Phineas shook his head, "I heard about Hagrid. You are more reliable than Dumbledore. Without your help, I think the beast would be dead."
"Five thousand Galleons." Albert took out a recording ball. "I will help you catch Peter Pettigrew and clear Sirius Black of the charges."
"I agree, but I will not pay the Galleons until it is completed," Phineas agreed.
Albert glanced at the task panel and was very satisfied with the newly refreshed "Innocent Dog" task. He began to write the contract between the two parties and dictated it, recording the verbal agreement between the two parties on the recording ball.