Chapter 129: Execution ground before sunset

"Don't-hit-on!" She shouted, shouting in a strange voice that was not male or female.
声音 That voice is like a suffocated person calling for help, and a dying person mourning. If a normal person saw it, it would be scared to tremble.
But Marka frowned, trying to capture some useful information from it.
The next moment, Trelawney returned to her former glare, and looked at Maca with a stunned expression, a little confused.
Maka put some ointment on her hand and then shook it in front of her, of course, the focus must be on the front of her nose.
教授 "Professor? Professor Trelawney?" Marka shouted. "What happened to you?"
哦 "Oh-sorry, I seem to be a little sleepy-" Terry Launey was awake, she hesitated, "Where have we been?"
"We are over," Maca said casually, "but I see you doze off, so I can't help waking you up-there are still many students waiting for the exam!"
"Ah! Yes, thank you ..." She looked down at Maca's record sheet, then nodded. "Then you go down first! Remember, what you see in the crystal ball cannot tell others ..." Otherwise, terrible things will happen. "
Marka nodded arbitrarily, and walked quickly—he had to go over to Hagrid's hut.
When he left the classroom, he closed the potion bottle again.
"It seems that this stuff can also confuse the drunk people ..." He muttered secretly, and hurried downstairs.
Uh ...
玛 When Maca came to the lawn in front of the castle, he turned back consciously, just to see a group of men walking down the stone steps of the castle.
Dumbledore walked ahead, his silver beard shining in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Next to Dumbledore was Connelly Fudge, followed by elderly and frail committee member and executioner McNeill.
At the same time, in Hagrid's hut ...
"You must go." Hagrid said, he was trembling from head to toe. "You must not let them find you here ... go, now ..."
Hermione picked up the invisibility cloak on the sofa.
"I lead you from the back," Hagrid said.
They followed him to the door leading to the back garden, and Harry felt as if in a dream.
感觉 When he saw Buckbeek a few yards away, the feeling became even heavier.
Buckback was tethered to a tree in Hagrid's pumpkin field. It seemed to know that something was going to happen. Now he was turning his head around, and was scratching the ground with his claws uneasily.
"It's okay, Bick," Hagrid said softly. "It's okay ..." He turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione, "Go, hurry ..."
But Harry didn't want to move.
"Hagrid, we cannot—"
"We want to tell them the actual situation."
"They can't kill it!"
The three of them said something in a hurry, and they didn't seem to have the heart to accept this reality.
"Go!" Hagrid said furiously, "If you get into trouble, things will get worse!"
They found that they seemed to have no choice.
Hermione covered Harry and Ron's head with invisibility, when they heard voices outside the door of the cabin.
He Haige looked at where they had just disappeared and urged: "Come on!" He said dumbly, "Don't listen ..."
He said, he walked slowly back to the hut-someone was knocking on his door.
In a horrible trance, Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to walk quietly around Hagrid's cabin. When they came to the side of the hut, the front door slammed shut.
"We should have a solution," Hermione's voice was shaking, "They can't, they can't ... what should we do--"
She stopped stubbornly, but couldn't think of any idea.
"... Is there anyone else who can do this?" She said, "I think ... uh? Maca?"
是 "Yeah! I saw Marka talking to the executioner a few words before—" Harry said, "But what's the use of that? It's just talking ..."
不 "No, you listen ... it's Maca's voice!" Hermione waved at Harry, then pointed to the hut.
The three of them couldn't help but put their ears on the wall.
"... is it inappropriate for a student to watch the execution?" This was Fudge's voice.
"It's okay, this is the content of the Wonderful Biology Preservation Course, which Mr. McLean applied for," said Dumbledore. "I believe he understands what he wants to do-this is one of Hogwarts' outstanding students. Reasonable application. "
In fact, today's Fudge does not really treat Maca as an ordinary student.
That night he had heard from the following people in the battle at Hogsmeade Village. Although the news was still being blocked, the strength of Maca had already surprised all those who knew it.
But even so, on the bright side, there are still things that must be put in his stomach-at least for now, he must do so.
部长 "Secretary, I will not disturb the execution process," Maca said immediately, "I need to observe the physiological structure of magical creatures, which is very helpful for my learning."
"Okay okay! Then, Walton, let Mr. McLean go with you, how?" Fudge said unchangingly to the executioner Walton McNeill standing by the door.
"Yes." McNeill nodded. Replied coldly.
"So ..." Fudge took out a piece of material and read it out, "The Commission for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures decided that the eagle-headed horse had a winged beak Buck, hereafter referred to as the convicted. It should be at sunset on June 6. Execution ... "
"... perform the beheading, and the executioner Walton McNeill appointed by the commission will follow the process."
福 After Fudge recounted the execution process, he asked Hagrid: "About the convicted person's execution, should we take it away, or-"
"No, I ... I want to be with it ... I can't let it be alone ..." Hagrid wrinkled his nose, and the tears that kept swirling in his eyes couldn't help it, as smooth as opening the gate. Flowing down her cheeks.
当然 "Of course," Fudge nodded, glanced out the window, and then said, "It's almost time, let the execution begin!"
As he greeted several people to go backyard, Dumbledore suddenly spoke.
"I think we'd better hurry up and talk about the case-time is tight, we need to go as soon as possible."
"Oh-" Fudge thought for a while, "It's true, I'm mainly here for this time-you go through the process, I stay in the house and wait for you."
For the Hogsmeade case, Fudge has not slept for several days.
In recent years, the British magic world has been very stable. And that night, the first Auror rushed alone, there was already one in the Saint Mungo Magic Injury Hospital because of his injuries.
The civilian wizards who were killed by accident were as many as three.
As for the injured, more than a dozen have been identified, and there are other ones that have not been identified.
It can be said that this is a big case that can cause a lot of burns compared to dealing with a beast!
海 When Hagrid and Maca followed the two men to the back garden, in Hagrid's surprised eyes, the old committee member took the back door of the cabin.
After he and Executor McNeill and Maca glanced at each other, Maca nodded calmly.
"Hagrid, you take Buckback to the Forbidden Forest and find a place to anchor it," Maca said abruptly, "Remember, fasten some ... and get back as soon as possible."
He was still sobbing, and Hagrid stunned for a moment, looking at Maca a little bit unclearly.
But Ke Ma Ka just waved his hands casually and motioned him to do what he said.
He Haige could not help but look at the two men sent to the committee, but they were too lazy to care about him. McNeill leaned against the wall of the hut, wiping his big axe with a rag; and the old man pretended to look at the sunset, as if wondering if he would be like the setting sun. Two days later, he rose vigorously again.
Wu Haige seems to want to understand what ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but it seems not so clear.
But he couldn't control that much--Buckbike probably didn't need to die. What Maca did, it must be like this!
He untied Buckbeek's rope and pulled it desperately towards the Forbidden Forest.
"The sooner the better, let Bick get out of here sooner!" At the moment, there was only such an idea in Hagrid's heart.
Maka glanced at Hagrid's back, then pulled out her wand, picked a few pumpkins large enough from the ground, and gathered them together with a floating spell.
Immediately afterwards, under the effect of a metamorphosis, the pile of pumpkins quickly became a winged corpse of a eagle-headed horse that had its head cut off.
The scene was exactly the same as the real one.
"McNeil, will you learn the sound of a hawk?" Marka turned back and asked casually.
The executioner McNeill heard the words and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"Mr. McLean," he explained dryly, "if the cut goes well, there won't be any screams ..."
Maka looked at the corpse on the ground and subconsciously glanced at McNeill's neck, feeling that she had learned a useful new knowledge.
When Hagrid hurried back again, Maca stared at the separated body on the ground and stared at him. He just dragged his sleeves and walked into the cabin with the other two.
"I think, Hagrid, you have to cry for a while," he suggested kindly.
Hagrid twisted his mouth and found that he couldn't cry anymore, he had to shake his head.
"A clear spring is like water."
Maca lifted her wand, and suddenly, a clear spring from the air sprayed Hagrid's face, and even the front of his clothes were soaked.