"...Don't worry, you've done everything you need to do, just wait." Maka said to Fudge, who was sitting opposite him.
"But... no one knows what he will do!" Fudge said in the smallest voice he could, "I tell you, this is too dangerous!"
"Didn't I say it? All you need to do next is wait, there is nothing else for you to do." Maka took another sip of butterbeer before adding, "As long as you don't come forward, he will never You know what you did, don’t you?”
Fudge struggled internally, and after a while he sighed.
"Okay, so be it!" He spread his hands helplessly, "It's time for me to go back. There are still many things to deal with in the ministry. I can't spend all my time drinking."
Maka shrugged and said, "Isn't this the life you chose?"
Fudge smiled bitterly, and after leaving a few silversicles on the table, he turned around and left in a hurry.
Seeing Fudge leaving, Maka then took his butterbeer and walked over to the table of students next to the door.
"Luna, I'm done talking—is there anywhere else you want to go?"
The students at this table were all Ravenclaw students. While he was talking to Luna, a beautiful black-haired girl sitting next to Luna smiled at him.
"What were you and Fudge talking about just now? It was mysterious..."
This graceful yet generous oriental girl's name is "Qiu Zhang".
To be honest, as a girl, she was still very popular at Hogwarts.
The reason why she is popular may be her appearance, but more importantly, it is because of her unique gentleness that comes from oriental blood.
Of course, we have to mention her other identity - the seeker of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
Who wouldn't like such a beautiful girl who studies well and is good at sports
All right! At this moment, there was one in front of her.
"Just talking about Azkaban." Maka said casually, "You know, I just came out of it and can provide some suggestions to the Ministry of Magic - that will at least make it less easy for prisoners to escape. ”
"Oh—" Qiu Zhang pursed her lips and whispered, "Okay."
She actually had a lot of questions to ask Maka. After all, Maka's experience was very, very special. However, not everyone has the courage to mention Azkaban.
In fact, Maka mentioned this matter on purpose. What he wanted was to stop Qiu Zhang from asking any more questions. He had to seize the time to go shopping with Luna again, allowing himself to take this opportunity to take a break, and then go back to continue doing the things he would never finish.
Maka and Luna left the door together, and in the other corner, Hermione was standing at an empty table holding two glasses of butterbeer, watching them walk out from a distance. door.
"Hey Hermione—Butterbeer—"
On the side, Harry, who was still huddled in the invisibility cloak, urged in a low voice. Hermione was full of annoyance and stuffed a cup in her hand under the invisibility cloak. The butterbeer that came out splashed directly on Harry's face.
"oh-"
"Shut up!" Hermione interrupted Harry's whisper in an extremely annoyed tone.
While she was thinking about it alone, she drank heavily from her cup of butterbeer. The sweet taste stimulated her taste buds, but it did not improve her mood.
Poor Harry was ignored again. He didn't understand how Hermione could get angry again.
After a while, a large, disheveled head suddenly appeared in the crowd, which was able to distract Hermione's attention slightly.
"Hagrid?" she asked curiously.
Harry wondered, could it be strange to meet Hagrid in the Three Broomsticks? When he stood up carefully, he realized that Hagrid was lowering his body and talking to Professor Moody!
Hagrid had his usual mug of beer in front of him, and Moody was drinking from the curved bottle he carried with him.
The beautiful proprietress Mrs. Rosmerta seemed dissatisfied with this. She glanced sideways at Moody while clearing away the glasses on the table next to her.
She probably thought it was an insult to her warm mead, but Harry knew otherwise.
At their most recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Moody had told the group that he preferred to prepare his own food and drink at all times, as it was so easy for a Dark wizard to poison an unattended cup.
However, Harry didn't agree very much with this neurotic habit - it would make him look very weird, just like Moody in front of him.
As Harry watched them, Hagrid and Moody stood up to leave. Harry waved before remembering that there was no way Hagrid could see him.
But Moody stopped and stared at the corner where Harry was with his magical eye. He patted Hagrid on the lower back, whispered something to him, and then they both turned around and walked towards Harry and Hermione's table.
"How are you doing, Hermione?" Hagrid asked loudly.
"It's okay..." Hermione said flatly.
Moody limped around the table and leaned over. Harry thought he was looking at the notebook Hermione had just taken out, but unexpectedly he whispered: "The Invisibility Cloak is great, Potter."
Harry was stunned.
"Could your eyes—I mean, could you—"
"Yes, it can see through the invisibility cloak," Moody whispered. "It works great sometimes!"
His words seemed to have a deeper meaning, but Harry obviously couldn't hear it.
Hagrid smiled down at Harry - he certainly couldn't see Harry, but Moody had obviously told Hagrid he was here.
Hagrid leaned down and pretended to read the notebook, and said in a very low voice that only Harry could hear: "Harry, come to my hut at twelve o'clock today to find me... wearing invisibility Clothes."
After that, Hagrid straightened up and said loudly: "Nice to meet you, Hermione."
He blinked, and then walked away with Moody.
"Why did Hagrid ask me to find him in the middle of the night?" Harry said very surprised.
"Really?" Hermione said, also looking surprised. "I really don't understand what he wants to do... I don't know if you should go, Harry -"
She looked around uneasily and lowered her voice and said, "If you don't do it right, you might miss the time to meet Sirius."
At half past eleven at night, Harry, who had pretended to go to bed early, put on his invisibility cloak and hurried to Hagrid's cabin.
The venue was pitch black. Harry walked along the lawn towards the light from Hagrid's hut. When passing Beauxbatons' huge carriage, he saw that it was also brightly lit, and he could even hear Madame Maxime talking in the carriage.
"Are you coming, Harry?"
Hagrid heard the knock on the door, opened the door, looked around, and whispered.
"Yeah," Harry said, ducking into the hut and taking off the Invisibility Cloak over his head, "Did you call me here... Oh, Maka?"
He was surprised to see Maka standing next to the table in Hagrid's hut, and there were a lot of messy potion bottles on the table in front of him.
"Maka, are you here too? What are you doing?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Me?" Maka pointed behind Harry, "I am Hagrid's personal image consultant today."
"What consultant?"
Harry was stunned for a moment. When he turned around, he could see Hagrid's current appearance clearly through the light in the room...
"Oh - God... No, Merlin!" He was shocked from ear to ear by Hagrid at this moment, "I mean... Hagrid... is it you?"
God knows what Maka did to him!
Hagrid's messy hair, which was as hard as steel wire, was now draped smoothly on his shoulders. Although it was still slightly curly, it looked like this on purpose.
As for Hagrid, it was no longer his only furry brown suit. Maka didn't know where she got a set of black wizard robes embroidered with patterns and gold trim. Putting it on, Hagrid seemed to be a little thinner than usual.
Obviously, that makes him look less bulky at least.
"This... well, it's awesome!" Harry rubbed his eyes and said, "I almost didn't recognize it - I mean it."
"Apply this around your neck and under your armpits," Maka put down the bottle in her hand, picked up another bottle from the table, and said to Hagrid, "Don't apply too much, only one drop is needed for each place. —Do you hear that clearly? Just one drop!"
Hagrid took the potion bottle and carefully uncorked it. Suddenly, a strange and intoxicating fragrance soon filled the entire cabin.
Both Hagrid and Harry were fascinated by the scent. Only Maka held her breath in advance, so she didn't fall prey to her own Potions by-product.
He clapped his hands vigorously, waking up Hagrid and Harry, and then signaled: "Look, it will be bad if you use it too much... But this will help you understand its function."
"Is this a love potion?" Hagrid asked subconsciously.
But Maka shook her head.
"No, it just smells very good. It's an olfactory enjoyment at best," Maka pinched her nose and gasped through her mouth, and then urged, "Okay, apply it quickly... Remember, every time There can only be one drop in each place, and a maximum of five drops in total.”
After Hagrid finished it, Maka put all the bottles on the table back into the potion bag on her waist.
"Are you ready? Let's go then!" he said as he packed up.
"Oh - by the way! Hagrid, what do you want to show me?" Harry finally remembered the purpose of his visit.
"Follow me, don't make a sound... Harry, cover your body with the invisibility cloak." Hagrid said, "We don't take Fang with us, he won't like it..."