Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

There were many new things they had never seen before, but it was certain that anything that could be placed together with the floating gun would not be cheap - some were even more valuable than this kind of prop, such as the spell practice notes summarized by Lin En himself and the corresponding tutoring opportunities.

Harry decisively gave up the long-awaited floating cannon and chose to advance the Disarming Spell. After more than a year of training, he was sure that he was very good at this spell.

For a little wizard like him who is driven by interests, it is always more to his liking to play to his strengths rather than avoid his weaknesses.

Although this result made Ron look bitter - he was not good at studying and didn't get the reward in the end. He could only continue to watch his two twin brothers show off.

But soon, his sadness turned into joy.

A round metal ball was stuffed into his hand by Hermione with a look of disgust on her face.

"It's for your study, and for the matter with Scabbers last time." Proud Miss Granger turned her head away deliberately, holding a booklet in her arms, "Give it back to me next time when you get the results."

From hell to heaven, sometimes it only takes a few seconds. Mr. Ron Weasley, who doesn't like reading, understood this truth for the first time.

But before he could be happy, the crowded crowd pushed past him and rushed towards the podium.

"What's that in your hand?" Ron asked with difficulty, as he was squeezed and unable to escape.

Hermione raised her chin: "An alchemical notebook, written by the professor when he was studying with Nicolas Flamel." She did not hide her joy and pride, as if she had won a great victory.

This is a big Christmas distribution from the generous Professor Eric, and also a carnival moment for the little wizards after months of study.

Continuing the trend of last year, the majority of little wizards still chose the floating cannon, but it was not as popular as last year - from almost everyone choosing it, to about two-thirds.

Some people want to "collect stamps" like Luna, even if they already have one, they still want as many as possible, such as Ernie MacMillan and Michael Corner.

As soon as they got the prize, they called a group of good friends to rush out of the castle and practiced the combined application of three types of rune magic in the snow. They accidentally broke a snowman and were chased and beaten by several angry senior girls for a long time.

Some people feel that other rewards are more valuable, such as Astoria. This quiet little girl chose the Transfiguration Codex after exchanging her first floater to improve her magic level.

The same was true for Neville. Originally not good at Charms and Transfiguration, he studied hard and put in a lot of effort and sweat in order to cure his parents' illness as soon as possible.

The other little wizards also had their own ideas, turning their hard work for a semester into heavy prizes and the joy of a good harvest.

The entire castle was quickly infected by the cheerful atmosphere originating from the classroom.

People were coming and going in the corridor, and the noisy discussions seemed to be about to blow the roof off.

A steady stream of little wizards came from everywhere - some were seniors who came to see their results, and some were middle and lower grades who had originally felt hopeless but were suddenly pleasantly surprised.

If the Dementors were still active near the school gates, the lively atmosphere and almost tangible joy here would surely drive them to the brink of madness - even more so than when the young wizards went to Hogsmeade last weekend.

Even the strictest gatekeeper, Filch, chose to let him off the hook - after all, this was an arrangement made by Professor Eric, who had done him a favor.

Although he is a dud and has a bad temper, he still knows how to repay kindness.

It was also with his tacit approval and the indulgence of the professors that the Christmas holiday atmosphere arrived early - along with the Hogwarts special train that arrived not far outside the castle a day in advance.

Everybody was happy, except for the rat who had been hiding in Ron's pocket all day.

This Christmas, Harry and the other two still did not go home, even though most of the young wizards had left school early because of the existence of Dementors, and only a few were left.

Even the members of the Stargazer Club were asked by Lynn to go home for the holidays instead of staying in school for special training like last year - of course, this caused protests from everyone, led by Doris and Percy.

But Ron and Hermione still stayed with Harry, and under Hermione's arrangement, they planned to use this time to carefully investigate Peter Pettigrew who "died heroically in battle".

The blood-red writing left by Sirius has not been removed yet. If it exists for one more second, the emotion of doubt will continue to spread.

Chapter 285 Buckbeak's Fate

On December 12th, the sky was clear.

The Hogwarts Express spewed out white mist, blew its whistle as it drove away from the outside of the castle and headed for King's Cross Station in London.

Things are different now. Except for a few little wizards who stayed in school, almost everyone chose to go home for the holidays. The bus was extremely crowded, just like the beginning of school or summer vacation.

The playful Boyce and Doris instigated the members of the Stargazers Club to occupy several adjacent carriages and brought their friends along, making the scene very lively.

Only Percy, who was patrolling the carriages as the student union president, failed to join them - he even took on the job of Boyce, Cedric, Penelope and Pavla on his own initiative.

This was the last time for the seventh graders to take the train home for Christmas, and it also heralded the end of their time at Hogwarts, just like Andrew and his friends last year.

Percy was fine, but Doris felt somewhat emotional as she watched the castle getting farther and farther away.

"I envy you guys for being able to stay in school. I won't be able to play with the professor next year." She held the cards in one hand and patted Boyce's shoulder with the other. "And Cedric, don't think I can't see that the professor is partial to you! Right, Penelope?"

Penelope was counting the cards. She looked up blankly when she heard the voice. She blinked before reacting and nodded with a smile, "I think so too. Professor Eric really likes Sayde. I've seen them training alone in the classroom several times. It's really enviable. Oh, yes, there are Neville and Luna too - by the way, where are they?"

Cedric had an innocent look on his face, with several white papers stuck on his forehead, some of which were from losing a game of cards, and some were put there by Pavla during the chaos.

Boyce winked and said seriously, "Ced is the best student in our Hufflepuff. We all hope that he will be as good as the professor one day and take care of us, his good friends!"

"That's it!"

The words of his seniors and prefects ignited the "fire of war". Amidst the laughter, the shy Cedric was obviously unable to withstand it. His face turned red with embarrassment, and he completely lost the calm and composed demeanor of a general during duels and Quidditch games.

It turns out that wherever Doris and Boyce are, there is always a lot of fun.

On the other side, in the back carriage, Neville and Luna, who were supposed to be with everyone, slipped out quietly and ran to the carriage of the Weasley brothers and sisters.

"You're finally here!" Ginny shouted happily, "Fred, George and I have been waiting for you for a long time! Tell me what you want to do for Christmas? Do you want to come to my house?"

"I'm fine, as long as you have time." Luna nodded slowly, her eyes vague, and no one knew what she was looking at - since she started studying astronomy with Firenze, there seemed to be more wonderful things in her vision.

Fred and George were visibly pleased.

Luna and Hermione were the best partners when the two of them were researching such rare things as floating guns. One had a unique vision and the other had a clear mind. Together with their creative ideas and hands-on ability, they complemented each other.

Since I can't use my wand when I get home, it's always okay to do some research on these.

After all, this was something given by Lin En, and even mother Molly couldn't say anything.

"Neville, what about you?" Seeing that Neville didn't speak for a long time, Ginny asked, "Do you have any other plans for Christmas?"

"I'm going to St. Mungo's." Neville nodded, "to learn a very difficult spell."

"Eh?"

Ginny looked at him in surprise, "But isn't it a holiday now?"

"Yes! That's why we have to go now." Neville smiled innocently, "Ms. Sever has already promised me that she can take me to practice during this holiday."

Ginny thought of Trace and was about to ask a question when George covered her mouth.

She looked at her brother blankly, only to see him shaking his head slightly.

"That's good." Fred said with a smile, "Have a nice holiday! Would you like some toffee? It's something George and I have been experimenting with recently. It's really fun!"

Although this pair of brothers are usually unruly, their minds are no less sharp than their older brothers. They just seldom show it, and their intelligence is always covered up by their endless clever ideas - for example, at this moment, the newly developed Fat Tongue Toffee just conceals their sense of propriety.

Amidst a burst of hilarious "woohoo" sounds, the previous topic was immediately forgotten.

Luna giggled and stuffed a piece into her mouth, then stuck out her tongue along with the panicked Neville. The scene was hilarious and amusing.

The train travels through the winter mountains and forests, carrying the festive atmosphere and the joy of the campus.

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At school, Lynn, who was packing her room to return to Birmingham, received a package from afar with the seal of the Ministry of Magic on it.

Inside the package was a bulging letter. In addition to a few brief words, there were also a number of photos, some clear and some blurry, and Lucius Malfoy could be seen in every photo.

He looked around the tidied house and saw the open boxes containing the gifts he had prepared in advance for the Nicoles and their wife and little Rim.

After looking at the contents of the letter again, Lin En thought for a moment and made a decision.

He walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book that had probably not been touched for a month or two - it was covered with a thin layer of dust. After thinking for a moment, he took out a notebook from the drawer, took back the magic bracelet, and walked out of the room.

"bang"

The "Out on vacation, do not disturb" sign hanging on the door shook slightly with the impact, and then slowly returned to calm. Only the regular sound of footsteps could be heard in the silent corridor.

His destination was Hagrid's hut, where Harry, Ron and Hermione happened to be gathered, all filled with indignation.

The letter from the school board was on the table.

They chose to support Lucius Malfoy's complaint, even though there were many eyewitnesses who could attest to Draco's aggressive behavior.

The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures still decided to launch an investigation into Buckbeak's attack - but the letter did not mention Hagrid's division of responsibilities, which had been concluded long ago.

After all, this happened after class.

"How can they be so confused about right and wrong?!" Ron said angrily, "It was Malfoy, that wimp, who rushed up to provoke it. What does this have to do with Buckbeak?"

Hagrid just sat in his chair and sobbed, like a lost child - no different from when he was expelled from Hogwarts.

His experience of serving time in Azkaban when he was young made him not very strong-willed.

Buckbeak was lazily lying in the corner of the room, eating the meat that Hagrid had prepared for him. The meat was obviously not processed much, and blood soup was all over the floor.

In fact, no matter whether it was Harry, Ron or Hermione, the three of them were skeptical about those "interesting animals" that Hagrid mentioned. After all, there was a huge gap between the world seen by half-blood giants and that seen by ordinary wizards.

But they are friends after all, and they should stand on the side of friends.

"The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, who are these people?" Hermione asked calmly.

"They're Lucius Malfoy's minions, and they're paid by him!" Hagrid said frustratedly and angrily. "They would have done everything they could to kill any magical creature they considered a threat, and they've been doing that for decades."

He looked at Buckbeak, who still knew nothing about his fate, and was filled with sadness.

Chapter 286 The trajectory of change

"What did Dumbledore say?"

Hagrid's experience aroused Harry's sympathy, and he asked worriedly, so much so that he forgot the original purpose of coming here - to ask about his last meeting with Sirius.

"I haven't told him yet..." said Hagrid desperately. "He's been so busy. I haven't seen him for days. Maybe I can..."

"Perhaps you could talk to me, Hagrid."

Lynn's voice sounded from outside the door, "I'm a little sad that you didn't tell me right away. It was my friend in the Ministry of Magic who passed the news to me."

"Lynn!" Hagrid stood up in surprise, as if he had found his backbone.

"Professor!" Hermione also looked over happily, "What should we do about Buckbeak?"

"It's neither difficult nor easy." Lynn took off his coat and handed it to Ron, then sat casually in the chair next to Hermione, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

After drinking the hot tea, he breathed a sigh of relief as everyone was waiting impatiently. "It's still necessary to drink something hot in cold weather. You should have some too. Now remember my words and tell Dumbledore when the time is right."

"bang"

A heavy book fell on the table. It was the latest revised edition of the Safety of Magical Creatures Act that he had taken out from the bookshelf.

"I already know everything about Lucius Malfoy. If we want to deal with him, we must first find a breakthrough in the incident from a legal perspective. Fortunately, Mr. Newt Scamander has provided us with a very strong legal basis."

He casually opened one of the pages, which contained marked legal provisions.

Hermione looked at it carefully. The handwriting was obviously not from Lynn, nor was it the female handwriting she often saw. It looked very sharp.

It was as if Professor McGonagall was standing right in front of him.

She listened attentively, but the other three seemed confused. Ron and Hagrid even dozed off a little - the boring legal language could easily make people sleepy.

But it is an essential part of preparing for a hearing.

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"...Anyway, that's the relevant legal explanation. As for the precedent, you can refer to the case of the offended Erumpent in 1963, which happened to be the year I was born. That was a hearing presided over by Scamander himself. If Dumbledore is willing to help, you can find him. Although he has retired, he will definitely be happy to help."

After the long explanation, Lynn slammed the book shut, woke up Harry, Ron and Hagrid who were already dazed, and looked at them seriously.

Only Hermione responded.

"Don't worry, professor, we will work hard to find evidence and prepare a defense." She took the book seriously and said softly.

"Just words are not enough, Hermione." Lynn gave her a meaningful look, "If you want to make a guy like Malfoy surrender, you need some tricks."

"Outside the game?"

Hermione tilted her head. It seemed that all mammals liked to tilt their heads forty-five degrees to help them think when they couldn't figure out a problem, although there was no scientific basis for this.

"For example, scandalous reports in the media, or pressure from within the Ministry of Magic - the best way is to make the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures lose the power to adjudicate this case, and transfer it to the Wizengamot."

Lin En stood up leisurely, pretending to drop a few photos casually when turning around, and placed them silently on the chair where he had been sitting before, and left leisurely.

It was not until he walked away that the few people, whose attention was fully focused on the codex, noticed Lucius Malfoy in the photo and the people who were chatting with him happily.

"These people are from the Dangerous Creatures Committee!" Hagrid was furious. He slammed his fist on the table, scaring Ya so much that he hid in his little hole in the corner.