"That's the whole thing, do you have anything to say?"

William circulated the letter from the school administrator to everyone.

"Hagrid must prepare a strong defense!" Hermione said earnestly.

"The hearing is on April 20 next year, and there is still half a year left. We can definitely prove that Buckbeak will not hurt anyone again."

"I'm not very optimistic." Cedric shook his head.

"My dad wrote back that the Dangerous Animals Commission had been pressured by Minister Fudge to have Buckbeak put to death."

Cedric's dad, Diggory Sr., works in the Department of Fantastic Creatures Control.

The Magical Creatures Division is the second largest division after the Law Enforcement Division.

It is divided into three departments, namely: Alien Office, Beast Office and Ghost Office.

The Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Animals is part of the Beast Office, and Diggory Sr. is the Director of the Misinformation Office.

Although he and the Committee on Handling Dangerous Animals belong to different departments, they are in the same department, so naturally he can get some 'inside information'.

In a sense, old Diggory is also William's bronze spy. After all, Cedric would say anything he asked.

The darling maniac is not a casual talk.

"But we still have to help Hagrid." Cho agreed with Hermione.

"Can't watch him at the hearing, can't say anything, just cry!"

Several people nodded with lingering fears.

They were really scared by Hagrid's tears, his lifeless tears... Are you the reincarnation of Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass?

"Yes, I must have read about a hippogriff's bait case," Hermione mused, her eyes shining with determination.

"In that case, the hippogriff was fine.

We can find a lot of cases, study what's going on, help Hagrid write a defense, and help him win the case. "

Hermione kept talking, and Qiu hurriedly recorded the books she said.

At the same time, I admire in my heart that Hermione can remember so many things!

William nodded in agreement with Hermione, but he was not optimistic about her efforts.

No matter how good she writes, she is not as good as Jin Galleon.

Perhaps it would be more useful to pack a copy of the defense and send it to Fudge with an owl.

Of course, the letter also contained a key to the Gringotts vault.

How many Galleons should I send?

Didn't Malfoy ask for twenty thousand Galleons? Just give Fudge twenty thousand.

Under the money offensive, Buckbeak is guaranteed to be safe and sound.

It's even more shameless, Minister Fudge will do a two-sided show.

It was revealed to Malfoy that Buckbeak had been beheaded, but secretly let it go.

But William couldn't possibly bribe Fudge for such a thing.

First of all, the righteous Hermione could not agree. Besides, does he look a lot like a douchebag?

It was always William who blackmailed others,

No one can blackmail him!

William is going to use other methods to protect our Buckbeak.

Just then, Harry and Ron came.

Looking at the depressed atmosphere on the table, Harry couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Qiu handed over the letter on the table.

Harry took a few glances and looked up. "Oh, that sucks! How's Hagrid?"

"He's still crying at home, but much better," Cedric whispered.

"What did Dumbledore say?" Ron asked.

"Since he can get the school directors to spare Hagrid's punishment, maybe he can get Minister Fudge to forgive the monster..."

"Hagrid said Professor Dumbledore was busy." Qiu said in a low voice.

"Don't let those Dementors get into the castle, and Sirius Black wandering around..."

"But, it's a matter of one sentence." Ron argued loudly.

"Everyone knows that Minister Fudge has no brains and only listens to Dumbledore's orders."

William and Hermione rolled their eyes at the same time.

What gave Ron this illusion: a Minister of Magic, a puppet of Dumbledore?

In the Tywin incident, Professor Snape was taken away by the Auror twice; last year, Hagrid was the same in the Chamber of Secrets.

Dementors were stationed at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore strongly opposed it, but Fudge pushed it hard, and at his own discretion, allowed them to multiply.

Minister Fudge was just superficially submissive, giving the public the illusion that Dumbledore was supporting him.

In fact, he is always afraid of the principal, trying to weaken his influence.

Fudge is definitely not his own.

William was about to write to Rita to get her to focus more on Fudge.

Fudge must be able to make money like this, and he must have left a lot of ideas.

And the toad of Umbridge, the relationship is not normal.

Umbridge's promotion was too fast, and he hadn't been in the stream very much in the past few years. Since the Merlin Medal took Fudge, the position has jumped up.

It's like doing anaerobic exercise inside a rocket.

Beating the snake and hitting seven inches, William waited for Fudge to jump back, and then gave him a fatal blow, and immediately stepped down.

Tom is not easy to kill, maggots are a Minister of Magic, are they not easy to deal with?

"If Professor Dumbledore is busy, can you help William too?"

Ron interrupted William's thinking and said it as a matter of course.

"I heard from Fred and the others that during the summer, you became the British youth representative of Wizengamore... and you saved Scamander in France."

"Ron, Wizengamore doesn't care about such trivial matters." Hermione looked impatient.

"If you read more books, you'll know..."

Wizengamore really doesn't care about such trifles.

It has judicial power, and its status is basically equivalent to the 'Supreme Prosecutor'.

An animal raised by a school teacher scratched and injured a student.

Besides, William is only a youth representative, not Wizengamore.

When walking abroad, he can wear the tiger skin that Dumbledore gave him, but in China, he is just a mascot and doesn't have much real power.

Hermione explained it several times before barely letting Harry and Ron, two legally blind, understand the scope of Wizengamore's jurisdiction.

Harry hesitated, he had something to ask William, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Especially when everyone was busy with Hagrid.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" William asked, looking at Harry's expression.

"Um..." Harry hesitated.

"I think—I want to learn the Patronus Charm against Dementors, can you teach me?"

Harry scratched his hair and said, "I wanted Hermione to teach me, but she said she was busy.

Didn't you teach her Patronus Charm, so I thought..."

"Yes, I taught it during the summer vacation, but I'm afraid I don't have time to teach you right now." William explained.

"You know, I have a bunch of things to do, and I have to prepare lessons and correct homework for the third-grade ancient rune."

William and Hermione didn't have enough time. They used the time converter every day to exchange time, and they couldn't find any spare time to teach Harry.

Now he's more busy with Hagrid's business.

"I can wait... for Christmas?" Harry said, "I heard from Ginny that you're not going home this Christmas."

"Yes, we won't be going back for Christmas." William said apologetically, "but I have a teacher coming back from America, and we have to go to him."

Harry was a little disappointed.

He was in a hurry to learn the Patronus Charm, and if there was another Quidditch match and the Dementors came again, he would have a way to deal with them.

"Harry, I have a suggestion."

"What?" Harry said hastily.

"You can go to Professor Lupin," William said. "Professor Lupin is good at this, too, and...he's good friends with your father!"

"What, I've never heard of it," Harry said blankly.

"I heard it too." William said vaguely: "He is definitely willing to help you."

"If you need a Dementor, you can borrow the twin Boggarts, they have one...under the bed."

Since Ron went to the Slytherin lounge to sell photos, the twins had put away their crime tools and dared not play with these women's clothes.

They are going to wait until the limelight is over~lightnovelpub.net~ and then come back to the arena and do some personal customization.

They have secretly asked someone to negotiate a good price.

Pansy paid a huge price to buy out the copyright to Malfoy's women's photos.

The two suddenly discovered that the industry of private customization was more profitable than selling Professor Snape's photos.

Like William...

There are dozens of girls who want to buy his photos of women's clothes.

Simply in short supply.

If William knew, he probably couldn't help but sigh:

This is the earliest Al face changing technology.

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(At the end of the month, ask for a monthly ticket, everyone)