With training, there will naturally be rest.
Especially when you are sparring with dementors, you need to rest even more - at least a piece of chocolate, right
But unfortunately, there is no concept of "halftime" here in Maca.
When Hermione failed twice in a row, her expression became very bad. But just when Professor Lupine was about to let her take a rest, Maka took out another bottle of the Chevron milk mixed with water that she had given Ginny on the train.
This thing works great, really great!
In the blink of an eye, Hermione, who had already fallen into a depressed state, immediately smiled after taking a few drops.
"How do you feel?" Maka asked.
"I feel like I'm the happiest person in the world!" Hermione waved her hand at him cheerfully and said with a smile.
"Is her character a little broken?" Ron asked Harry while looking at Hermione cautiously.
"I remember... it seems that Maka once said that it will be fine once the effects of the medicine wear off." Harry shrugged upon hearing this.
On the other hand, Maka didn't let Hermione stop.
"... That's it, try again!" he said, "I believe you will succeed this time, remember this feeling!"
With that, he pushed the dementor towards Hermione again.
"Calling the Guardians!" Hermione even had a smile on her face. She waved her wand and recited the spell decisively.
Obviously, under the influence of Chevron flower juice, Hermione's "happiness index" has almost increased by a notch.
A large amount of silver-white light mist quickly appeared on the tip of her wand, and gradually solidified as it intertwined and entwined...
After a while, Hermione's Patronus took shape!
"Merlin!" Professor Flitwick jumped out of his chair again and screamed, "What kind of potion is that?"
Lupine also looked surprised and said: "I heard Maka say that it is the juice of the Chevron flower...it seems to be mixed with milk."
"Oh - I bet! The value of Chevron flowers will increase again because of this moment!" Flitwick clapped his hands and said excitedly.
Maka glanced this way, and he raised his index finger to his mouth: "Shh-two professors, remember to keep it a secret for me!"
After saying that, he turned his gaze back to Hermione's Patronus again.
It was surrounded by the unique silver-white light mist of the Patronus Charm, and it was sending the Dementors flying all over the room, and Ron and Harry had to flee in all directions.
For a moment, the room was in chaos.
But Maka, who should have gone up to catch the dementor, just stared at Hermione's patronus. She was in a daze and had no time to care about the poor dementor.
"Rabbit?" Maka frowned and thought, "Although I can't remember clearly, Hermione's patronus... shouldn't be a rabbit, right?"
To be precise, it was a Scottish lop rabbit. The long ears that droop on the sides and flap up and down with every jump make it difficult to mistake its species.
"Okay! At least those two front teeth are right..." Maka shook her head and then walked towards the dementors.
After that, Maka asked Harry and Ron to try a few more times.
After Harry succeeded once, he was able to at least successfully emit light mist to resist it for a while; but Ron only succeeded once after taking Chevron flower juice.
"Let's try again tomorrow!" Maka glanced at the sky outside the window and found that it was already approaching dusk. "That's it for today. It will be dinner time soon."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to say anything, he dragged the dementor out by the face again.
"Oh! Poor Dementor..."
Harry found himself feeling much more relaxed and even cracking a few jokes. It seems that sometimes venting is a good way to relieve stress.
As for Professors Lupine and Flitwick, they had already left in the middle of the lecture.
The three of them stayed here for a while, taking a short rest.
Although none of them thought of anything interesting to talk about, at least Harry didn't continue to worry about Black. Or maybe, in fact, he just temporarily hid those troubled thoughts in a corner of his heart.
Soon, it was dinner time.
After hastily filling their stomachs, they inadvertently discovered that Hagrid did not seem to come to the hall to dine.
"Hey! I think we should go see him!" Ron thought for a while and suggested, "We haven't seen him in a long, long time!"
"Ah, let's go," Harry stood up immediately and said, "I can also ask him why, when he told me all the things about my parents, he never mentioned Black?"
"Oh-" Ron and Hermione thought Harry was starting again.
But this time Harry didn't show the gloomy expression he had before.
"Don't worry!" Harry said, "I have figured it out. Maka is right. I should be braver - at least I must know how to face it head-on!"
So, they went back to the dormitory, put on their cold cloaks, walked through the empty corridors of the castle, and walked out of the oak door.
They walked slowly on the lawn, leaving a series of footprints on the dazzling snow.
It was really cold outside, and they felt like their socks and the edges of their cloaks were soaked and icy.
The Forbidden Forest looked like it was enchanted, every tree was slightly covered with a layer of silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like an overfrozen ice cream.
Ron knocked on the door, but no one answered.
"He must be in the house, right?" Hermione said, shivering under her cloak.
Ron put his ear to the wooden door.
"There is a strange sound," he said, "Listen - is it Ya Ya?"
Harry and Hermione also leaned over to listen, and they found waves of low, trembling moans coming from the hut.
"I think we'd better go find someone... ok?" said Ron uneasily.
"Hagrid!" Harry didn't care about this. He slammed the wooden door hard and shouted, "Hagrid, are you home?"
With the sound of heavy footsteps, the door creaked open.
Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears falling on the front of his leather vest.
"You heard me!" he shouted, and then he was on Harry and threw his arms around Harry's neck.
With Hagrid's big and round body, this was no joke.
Harry almost collapsed under Hagrid's weight. Fortunately, he was rescued in time by Ron and Hermione - they got under Hagrid's armpits and lifted him up.
Harry also helped, and the three of them got Hagrid back to the hut.
Hagrid let them pull him to a chair and sat down. Then he put his elbows on the edge of the table and covered his face, sobbing uncontrollably.
After a while, his face was full of tears, and the tears fell on his shaggy beard.
"Hagrid, what's wrong?" Hermione was shocked.
At this time, Harry found a formal-looking letter on the table, which had been opened.
"What is that, Hagrid?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
Hagrid sobbed even harder after hearing this. He pushed the letter towards Harry, who picked up the letter and read it: "Dear Mr. Rubeus Hagrid: We have further investigated the Hippogriff incident in your class. Regarding the incident of the winged beast attacking students, we accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident..."
"Isn't that great, Hagrid!" Ron patted Hagrid on the shoulder.
But Hagrid was still sobbing, and he waved his huge hands to signal Harry to continue reading.
"…However, we must express our concern regarding this problematic Hippogriff. We have decided to uphold Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint. The matter will therefore be referred to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures deal with."
"There will be a hearing at the committee's London office on April 20, and we will ask you and your hippogriff to attend on that date."
"In the meantime, the hippogriff should be tethered and quarantined. Your colleagues... well, the school board should follow."
"Oh," said Ron, "but you said Buckbeak wasn't some evil hippogriff, Hagrid. I bet he'll be fine—"
"You don't understand those weirdos on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures!" Hagrid wiped his tears with his sleeve and interrupted with a choked voice, "They got involved with these interesting animals!"
"You must prepare a strong defense, Hagrid." Hermione sat down and placed her hand on Hagrid's thick forearm. "I'm sure you can prove that Buckbeak can't hurt anyone."
"That's no use!" Hagrid sobbed. "Those demons on the Disposal Committee, they are all in the hands of Lucius Malfoy! They are all afraid of him! If I lose the case, Buckbeak... Oh, poor of… "
Hagrid quickly put his finger on his throat, then whined, fell to the side, and buried his face deeply in his arms.
"I must have read about a Hippogriff fishing case," Hermione mused. "In that case, the Hippogriff was fine... I'll look for it for you, Hagrid, and if I find it Let’s study carefully what’s going on!”
Hagrid howled louder, and Harry and Hermione looked to Ron for help.
"Oh - how about I make some tea?" said Ron.
Harry glared at him.
"That's what my mother does when someone's in a bad mood," Ron muttered, shrugging.
Finally, after repeated promises of help and a cup of scalding tea in front of him, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief as big as a tablecloth.
"You are right, I cannot collapse, I must cheer up..."