"Don't open it!" She shouted with a ferocious face and a strange voice that was neither male nor female.
The sound was like a suffocated person calling for help, or like a dying person wailing. If a normal person saw it, they would be frightened to death.
But Maka just frowned, trying hard to capture some useful information.
The next moment, Trelawney returned to her previous dazed look. She stared at Maka blankly, her expression a little confused.
Maka smeared some ointment on her hand and waved it in front of her. Of course, the focus must be on the front of her nose.
"Professor? Professor Trelawney?" Maka shouted, "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh - sorry, I seem to feel a little sleepy -" Trelawney became more awake, and she hesitated, "Where are we?"
"We're already finished," Maka said casually, "but I saw you dozed off, so I couldn't help but wake you up - there are many students waiting for exams behind you!"
"Ah! Yes, thank you..." She looked down at Maka's record sheet, then nodded and said, "Then you go down first! Remember, you can't tell others what you see in the crystal ball... otherwise it will Something terrible happened.”
Maka nodded casually and walked quickly outside - he still had to take a look at Hagrid's hut.
After leaving the classroom, he put away the potion bottle again.
"Now it seems that this thing can make people who are too drunk be confused for a while..." He murmured to himself and hurried downstairs.
…
When Maca came to the lawn in front of the castle, he turned back thoughtfully and happened to see a group of men walking down the stone steps of the castle.
Walking in front was Dumbledore, his silver beard shining in the sunset.
Next to Dumbledore was Cornelius Fudge, followed by the elderly and frail committee member and executioner MacNeill.
Meanwhile, in Hagrid's hut...
"You must go." Hagrid said, he was shaking from head to toe. "You must not let them find you here... Let's go, now..."
Hermione picked up the invisibility cloak placed on the sofa nearby.
"I'll lead you from the back," Hagrid said.
They followed him to the door leading to the back garden, and Harry felt as if he were in a dream.
This feeling was heightened when he saw Buckbeak a few yards away.
Buckbeak was tied behind a tree in Hagrid's pumpkin patch. He seemed to know that something was about to happen. He was turning his head around and pawing at the ground uneasily.
"It's okay, Piccolo," Hagrid said softly, "It's okay..." He turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione, "Let's go, let's go..."
But Harry and the others didn't want to move.
"Hagrid, we can't-"
"We need to tell them what's really going on."
"They can't kill it!"
The three of them talked in a hurry, as if they couldn't bear to accept this reality.
"Go!" Hagrid said angrily, "If you get into trouble, things will get even worse!"
They found that they seemed to have no choice.
Hermione put the Invisibility Cloak on Harry and Ron's heads. At this time, they heard voices outside the hut door.
Hagrid looked at the place where they had just disappeared and urged: "Go quickly!" He said in a hoarse voice, "Stop listening..."
With that, he walked slowly back to the cabin - someone was already knocking on his door.
In a trance of terror, Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to walk slowly and quietly around Hagrid's hut. As they reached that side of the cabin, the front door slammed shut.
"We should still be able to do something," Hermione's voice kept trembling, "They can't, they can't... What should we do -"
She stopped stubbornly, but couldn't think of any ideas.
"... Does anyone else have any ideas?" she said, "I think... hmm? Maka?"
"Yes! I saw Maka talking to the executioner before -" Harry said, "But what's the use of that? Just chatting..."
"No, listen...it's Maka's voice!" Hermione waved her hand towards Harry, and then pointed to the hut.
The three of them couldn't help but put their ears to the wall.
"... It's not appropriate to let a student watch the execution, isn't it?" This was Fudge's voice.
"It's okay, this is the content of the Care of Magical Creatures class. Mr. McClane applied for it on his own initiative," Dumbledore said. "I believe he understands what he wants to do - this is a reasonable choice for an outstanding student at Hogwarts." Apply."
In fact, Fudge now really doesn't treat Maka as an ordinary student.
He had already heard the report from the people below about the battle in Hogsmeade that night. Although the news was still under seal, Maka's strength had shocked everyone who knew about it.
But even so, on the surface, some things still have to be kept in his stomach - at least for now, he must do this.
"Minister, I will not do anything that disrupts the execution process," Maka continued. "I need to observe the physiological structure of magical creatures. This will be very helpful for my study."
"Okay, okay! Then, Walton, how about asking Mr. MacLean to go and take a look with you?" Fudge said to the executioner Walton McNeil who was standing by the door without changing his expression.
"Okay." McNeil nodded. He replied coldly.
"Then..." Fudge took out a document and read it out, "The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures has decided that the hippogriff Buckbeak, hereafter referred to as the convicted person, should be executed at sunset on June 6th. …”
"...the beheading will be carried out by Walton McNeil, the executioner appointed by the committee, in accordance with the procedures."
After Fudge recounted the execution process again, he asked Hagrid: "As for the remains of the convicted person after execution, should we take away and dispose of them, or-"
"No, I... I want to be with it... I can't let it be alone..." Hagrid wrinkled his nose, and the tears that had been swirling in his eyes finally couldn't help it, and flowed down his cheeks like a floodgate. down.
"Of course," Fudge nodded, looked out the window, and then said, "It's almost time, let the execution begin!"
Just as he was calling a few people to go to the back garden, Dumbledore suddenly spoke.
"I think we'd better hurry up and talk about the case - time is tight and we have to hurry."
"Oh -" Fudge thought for a while and said, "That's true. That's what I came here for this time - you go and carry out the process, I'll stay in the house waiting for you."
Regarding the case in Hogsmeade, Fudge had been unable to sleep well for several days.
In recent years, the British wizarding community has been very stable. And that night, one of the first batch of Aurors to arrive had already died of his injuries in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
The number of civilian wizards who died in accidental attacks reached three.
As for the injured, more than a dozen of them have been identified. Whether there are any who have not been identified remains to be seen.
It can be said that compared to dealing with an animal, this is a big and troublesome case!
When Hagrid and Maka followed the two people to the back garden, under Hagrid's surprised gaze, the old committee member conveniently closed the back door of the cabin.
After he, executioner McNeil and Maka looked at each other, Maka nodded calmly.
"Hagrid, take Buckbeak to the Forbidden Forest first and tie him up somewhere." Maka suddenly said, "Remember, tie him up tight...and then come back as soon as possible."
Hagrid, who was still sobbing, was stunned for a moment and looked at Maka a little confused.
But Maka just waved her hand casually, signaling him to do as he said quickly.
Hagrid couldn't help but glance at the two people sent by the committee, but they didn't bother to pay him any attention. McNeil just leaned against the wall of the hut, wiping his big ax with a rag; while the old man pretended to look at the sunset, as if wondering whether he would be like the setting sun. The next day it rose again with vigor and vitality.
Hagrid seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand it that well.
But he can't control that much - Buckbeak may not have to die, Maka has done something, it must be like this!
He untied Buckbeak from the rope and pulled him as fast as he could toward the Forbidden Forest.
"The sooner the better, get Piccolo out of here as soon as possible!" At this moment, Hagrid had only one thought in his mind.
Maka glanced at Hagrid's back, then took out her wand, picked a few large enough pumpkins from the ground, and gathered them together using a floating spell.
Then, under the influence of a transformation spell, the pile of pumpkins quickly turned into a hippogriff corpse with its head cut off.
The bloody scene was exactly the same as the real thing.
"McNeil, can you imitate the cry of a hippogriff?" Maka turned around and asked casually.
When Executioner McNeil heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. MacLean," he explained dryly, "if the chop goes smoothly, there will be no screams..."
Maca looked at the corpse on the ground, and then subconsciously glanced at McNeil's neck, feeling that she had learned a new and useful knowledge.
When Hagrid hurried back again, Maka ignored him and stared at the body with separated heads on the ground, and just grabbed his sleeve and walked towards the wooden house with the other two people.
"I think, Hagrid, you'll have to cry a little longer," he suggested kindly.
Hagrid twisted his mouth and found that he really couldn't cry anymore, so he could only shake his head.
"Clear spring is like water."
Maka raised her wand, and suddenly, a clear spring water appeared out of thin air and sprayed Hagrid's face, even the front of his clothes was soaked.