Compared with Tiera's happy Christmas holiday, Harry's Christmas holiday is not so happy——

First of all, knowing that his father's best friend, his godfather, was actually the culprit who killed his parents, which made Harry's original joy of receiving the Firebolt from Tierra was diluted by most.

And Tiera's absence this Christmas has dampened the remaining half of Harry's joy, especially when Tiera sent Ron a present but didn't even have a letter for himself. This joyful mood instantly turned into a faint awkward mood——

Harry didn't know why, obviously his Firebolt was more valuable than Ron's gift, but Harry was still a little unhappy——

Harry knew that Hermione felt the same way, because compared to Harry and Ron who both received gifts—

Hermione got nothing.

On Christmas morning, Hermione rummaged through every present under the Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room—

But no, there wasn't a present under the Christmas tree from Tiera for Hermione, not even a Christmas card.

But the things that upset Hermione didn't stop there—

On the second day of the Christmas break, Hermione and Harry, who were in a bad mood, were going to visit Hagrid with Ron, who was in a good mood.

When they arrived at Hagrid's woodside cabin, they got bad news--

"Buckbeak... woo... Buckbeak may be sentenced to death!" Hagrid said choked, crying like a 300 pound... maybe 400 pound child.

"The damned Dangerous Creatures guys, they...they got on with these interesting creatures...uh..." Hagrid cried.

Hagrid's cabin was a little crowded at the moment, especially when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came in—

Now Hagrid's hut is crowded with all kinds of magical creatures—

The mutated fried-tail snail, the invisible beast that likes to take care of babies, and of course the big pony-like hippogriff, Buckbeak, lying in the corner of the house, chewing something, making the floor drip all over the place blood.

"I can't tie it in the snow with a rope." Hagrid choked up after seeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione's weird eyes, "It's Christmas time alone. "

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, never having seen what Hagrid called a "funny animal" and what others called a "terrible monster" with Hagrid. Buckbeak, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mean any harm, but, by Hagrid's usual standards, it's certainly endearing.

"Don't give up, Hagrid, you must prepare a strong defense." Hermione said and sat down beside Hagrid, placing her hand on Hagrid's thick forearm and patting comfortably, "I'll help you. , we just have to prove that Buckbeak can't hurt anyone."

"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"Dumbledore has done enough for me." Although Hagrid stopped crying, his voice was still a little hoarse, "Just keeping those Dementors out of the castle is hard enough for him, and there are still small Sirius Black wanders around..."

Ron and Hermione gave Harry a quick glance, as if expecting him to reproach Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black—

But Harry couldn't bring himself to do that, because he saw how miserable and frightened Hagrid was now.

"Listen, Hagrid," said Harry. "You can't give up. Hermione's right, you've got to have your defense ready, and you can call us witnesses! We can prove that Buckbeak was harmless!"

Finally, after they had promised to help again and again, Hagrid blew his nose on a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and said, "You're right, I can't go down, I must cheer up!"

Fang stepped timidly from under the table and rested his head on Hagrid's lap.

"I've been wrong lately..." said Hagrid, stroking his teeth with one hand and his face with the other. "I'm always worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class..."

"We like it!" Hermione lied immediately.

"Yeah, your class was awesome!" said Ron.

"If only Tiera were here..." said Hagrid. "He can still give me some advice...you know...he's been helping me take care of these lovely ones the summer before he was adopted by Lockhart. Little animals, and often come to see them... I don't know why this semester... He seems to be suddenly not interested in these little cuties..." Hagrid complained incessantly, "And these little cuties of mine don't seem to suddenly be It's like getting to know him...indifferent to him like a stranger...and he didn't give me a gift this year..."

Suddenly, as Hagrid was speaking, Hermione stood up with a "whoosh-"--

"What... what? Hermione?" Harry and Ron asked as if taken aback.

"Oh... no, no... nothing..." Hermione did it again slowly, but her eyes flickered, obviously thinking about something...

Hagrid's hut trip was far from interesting, but it did have some effect—

Harry stopped thinking about Sirius Black all the time, and Hermione stopped sullen all the time—

They went to the library the day after their visit to Hagrid, returning to the empty common room with their arms full of books that might help prepare Buckbeak's defense. The three sat in front of the roaring fire, slowly turning over the dusty files of famous cases of magical beast wounds, and they exchanged a few words as they saw it.

"Huh?" Harry said suddenly, pulled out a few sheets of paper from under the pile of files, and asked—

"Isn't this Tiera's homework?" Harry asked suspiciously~lightnovelpub.net~ What are you doing with it? "

"Oh... no, no, nothing," said Hermione, pulling Tiera's homework out of Harry's hands, "it's just... just... just suddenly think he's written better lately... so I asked the professors to come here... think, I want to practice by myself..."

Hermione quickly stuffed Tiera's homework behind her.

"Let's... let's continue to study the dossier..." Hermione said.

Harry and Ron also disagreed, and continued to sit in front of the fire to study the dossier. This is how the three little wizards spent their Christmas holidays--

Because of the Sirius incident, Harry was not in the mood to play as crazy as before, while Hermione always held Tiera's homework with a contemplative face, leaving Ron alone, and it was not good to be alone. It was pulling Harry and Hermione out to play, but Ron couldn't stop reading the dossier.

Fortunately, Ron wasn't too boring, because he had a Christmas present from Tierra—

A big, shiny black dog.