In recent days, Maka has appeared on the Hufflepuff table quite punctually at breakfast time.
In fact, it's 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 that she immediately punished Neville not to go to Hogsmeade again.
Not only that, she also put Neville in 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 - and whenever this happened, the 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. Just then, 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 - one that Ron had received from his mother the previous 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 more than usual. She screamed and scolded Neville for the consequences he had brought to the entire family. 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 the wrist to get his attention.
"Ouch! Oh - thanks, 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 tonight around six o'clock? I will come to the castle to pick you up and wait for me in the hall. You are not allowed to leave the castle on your own.
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.
At a glance, you can see that his letter is very different from other envelopes - it is full of postmarks.
The owl Mafa who brought the envelope landed on the edge of the table next to Maka, which was rare today. To be honest, Maka hasn't seen it for a long time, and I don't know where it has been flying around recently.
However, it still has a lot of feather oil, and 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. Sure enough, it was a thick stack.
"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 most of the neatly folded piles were schedule records for cultivating Rafaela Dragon Kiss!
Looking at the dense data and the small and delicate fonts, it was obvious that it had 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, and then decisively stuffed the cultivation record and the only piece of letter paper back into the envelope.
"... What 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 papers 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 data picture: it blooms like the mouth of a fire dragon, and 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 Willie was right next to the tall Rafaela Dragon Kiss - compared with the very imposing Hua'er, Willie was like a baby. She looked at Maka outside the photo calmly, as expressionless as usual. expression.
"Movement and silence, 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 was, of course, those unknown flower seeds. In recent times, the stems and leaves have become thicker and thicker, and they are more likely to attract people's attention. Once you stare at them, you can't take your eyes away.
After discussing with Professor Sprout, Maka 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's 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 Gryffindor House Tower, jogged past the security dwarfs, and headed straight to the front hall where Hagrid was already waiting for them.
"Hello, Hagrid!" said Ron, "I suppose you want 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 crestfallen.
When 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 was enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.
Harry, who deliberately avoided looking at the unpleasant sight, saw a huge, fuzzy brown suit hanging on Hagrid's wardrobe door, along with a hideously ugly yellow and orange tie.
"What are these things for, Hagrid?" Harry asked.
"Buckbeak's case against the Dangerous Creatures Committee," 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 look on Ron's face, he probably didn't either. forget.
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 gave them tea and a plate of Bath fruit bread for them to eat, but they knew better than to eat: 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 said her name.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.
"She is in normal condition, and here's the problem... She has visited me many times since Christmas, and she often says she doesn't know what to say to Maka -" Hagrid suddenly shook his head again, "No, that's not it... I mean, she always said 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 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... There's so much she wants to do, if you ask me. 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 too - sorry -" Harry said awkwardly.
"I don't blame you!" Hagrid obviously didn't care about this. "You 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 friends should value their 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?"