Chapter 120 This Is Not a Letter

During the breakfast time in the past few days, Maca appeared on Hufflepuff's table quite punctually.

In fact, it's rare. According to calculations by interested people, the probability of eating Maca on time has always been decreasing year by year.

Moreover, there will be several cliff-like falls every school year, and the routine is really unpredictable.

Of course, everyone has seen this kind of thing many times, and they soon get used to it.

If you want to say who the main character is this morning, it must be Neville.

Because Neville not only wrote down the password to enter the Gryffindor common room, but also lost the paper on which the password was written.

For this reason, Sirius Black actually entered the dormitory of Gryffindor College!

Professor McGonagall was very angry about this, and immediately punished Neville not to go to Hogsmeade again.

Not only that, but she also put Neville in confinement, forbidding anyone to give him the password to enter the tower. Poor Neville had to wait in the common room every night to see who would take him in - and the dwarves would tease him with unpleasant words every now and then.

However, none of these punishments compare to what his grandmother was prepared to await him.

Two days after Black broke into the tower, she sent Neville something that was the worst thing a Hogwarts student could get for breakfast - a Howler letter.

On that day, the school owl flew into the hall and delivered the mail as usual. Just then, a huge barn owl stopped in front of him, holding a scarlet envelope in its mouth, and Neville was dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron, who were sitting across from him, recognized right away that it was a Howler letter - Ron had gotten one from his mum last year.

"Run, Neville!" Ron urged him hastily.

Neville didn't need him to say it a second time.

He grabbed the envelope and sprinted out of the hall like he was carrying a bomb, the Slytherins burst out laughing at him.

Soon, everyone heard the roaring letter speaking in the front hall - it was Neville's grandmother's voice, amplified a hundred times the usual volume, and she screeched at Neville for bringing trouble to the whole family. Shame.

Harry was so busy feeling sorry for Neville that he didn't notice that he had a letter too. Hedwig got Harry's attention by pecking hard on the wrist.

"Ouch! Oh—thanks, Hedwig..."

Harry tore open the envelope just as Hedwig ate the cornflakes from Neville's plate without waiting for an invitation.

Harry saw that the note inside the envelope read...

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Dear Harry and Ron:

Would you like to have tea with me tonight around six o'clock? I will come to the castle to pick you up and wait for me in the lobby. You are not allowed to leave the castle by yourself.

Hagrid

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"He probably wants to hear all about Black!" Ron said excitedly after reading it beside him.

And at this moment, Maca also received a letter.

His letter was very different from the other envelopes at first glance-it was covered with postmarks.

The owl Mafa who brought the envelope landed on the edge of the table next to Maca, which was rare today. To be honest, Maca hasn't seen it for a long time, and I don't know where it has been flying around recently.

However, it still has a lot of feather oil, and it seems that life should still be very moist.

"Willi?" Maca put her dinner plate in front of it, and picked up the envelope with her left hand to read it.

This is a transnational letter from Paris, France. I don't know how this letter was delivered. Anyway, the envelope is full of dust at the moment.

The letter felt very thick, and it seemed that there must be a lot of letter paper inside.

He tore open the envelope and took a look inside, and it really was a thick stack.

"Is Willie obsessed with writing novels recently or something?" Maca thought casually while pulling out the letter paper.

As soon as he unfolded the letter paper, he realized that most of the neatly folded stacks were the schedule records for raising Raphaela Dragon Kiss!

Looking at the dense data and the small and delicate fonts, it is obvious that it has been copied carefully.

Seeing that Willie was so serious, Maca couldn't help but carefully read it in order. Until the last record, he finally saw the data of successful flowering.

And the letter paper that actually wrote the content was just a piece of paper. Moreover, there is only one sentence on it - when the flowers are blooming, come and see them.

Maca was stunned for a while, and then resolutely stuffed the cultivation record and the only piece of letter back into the envelope.

"...It's really a letter with a distinctive style." While stuffing it, he couldn't help muttering.

However, at the next moment, he found that the thick stack of papers couldn't be inserted into it—something seemed to hold them back.

He grabbed the corner of the envelope and shook it lightly, followed by a magic photo that slid down onto the desktop.

It was a photo of Willie with a blooming Rafaela dragon kiss.

The flower is similar to the one shown in the profile picture: it blooms like a dragon’s mouth, the jagged edges of the petals are as scary as the dragon’s teeth, the roots and tendrils are entangled on the top of the tower, and the flames of the dragon are blowing out from time to time. It looked very arrogant.

And Willie is right next to the tall Rafaela Dragon Kiss—compared to the very imposing flowers, Willie is like a baby, she calmly looks at Maca outside the photo, as usual Expressionless.

"One moving and one still, it's really an interesting pair." Maca picked up the photo and looked at it for a while, but when he turned it over for a second look, he found a line of small characters behind the photo.

—Are those flowers blooming in the greenhouse?

What Willie was referring to, of course, were those unknown flower species. Recently, those stems and leaves have become thicker and thicker, and they are more likely to attract people's eyes, the kind that can't move their eyes away if they stare at them.

After discussing with Professor Sprout, Maca moved them to the last greenhouse to prevent other students from being recruited.

But to say whether they have bloomed, Maca can only regretfully say that they have not.

It's been so long, and they still haven't budged, let alone bloomed - which is amazing, I have to say.

The reply to the letter was arranged by Maca until the evening, and now it was time for him to continue his research.

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At six o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ron left the Gryffindor House tower, trotting past the security midgets and making their way to the front hall where Hagrid was already waiting for them.

"Hello, Hagrid!" said Ron, "I thought you wanted to hear what happened on Saturday night, didn't you?"

"I've heard it all," said Hagrid, opening the gate and leading them out of the castle.

"Oh," said Ron, a little downcast.

When they entered Hagrid's cabin, the first thing they saw was Buckbeak the eagle horse.

Now, it was lying on Hagrid's patched sheets, its huge wings wrapped tightly around its body.

He was enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.

Harry deliberately avoided the unpleasant sight when he saw a huge, hairy brown suit and a hideous yellow and orange tie hanging from Hagrid's wardrobe door.

"What are these things for, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"Buckbeak's case against the Commission on the Disposal of Hazardous Creatures," said Hagrid, "and I've got to go to London with him this Friday. I've booked two berths on the Knight Bus..."

Harry immediately felt a very uncomfortable feeling of guilt - Buckbeak's trial date was so close, but he had completely forgotten about it; and judging from the expression on Ron's face, he probably Forgot too.

Naturally, they also forgot their promise to help prepare Buckbeak's defense: the arrival of the Firebolt made them forget all about it.

Hagrid poured them tea and offered them a plate of Bath Nutloaf, but they knew they'd better not eat it: they'd learned enough about Hagrid's craft.

"I have something to discuss with the two of you." Hagrid sat down between the two of them, looking very serious, at least very different from his usual attitude.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Hermione." Hagrid mentioned her name.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron asked.

"She's fine, that's the problem... She's been to me a lot since Christmas, and often says she doesn't know what to say to Maca—" Hagrid shook his head suddenly again, "No, it's not This... I mean, she always said she was lonely, because you first ignored her because of the Firebolt, and then she changed her mind and didn't talk to McGonagall; but now you don't talk to her anymore, just because of her s cat--"

"—it ate Scabbers!" Ron interrupted Hagrid angrily.

"Because her cat did what all cats do," Hagrid went on stubbornly. "She cried several times. You know, she's having a hard time now, it's chewing too much... …She’s got a lot on her mind, if you ask me. She’s not as bright as Maca, though…but she still finds time to help me with Buckbeak’s case.”

"You know... she found some really useful information for me, and I think Buckbeak might win now..."

"Hagrid, we should have helped you too - sorry -" Harry said awkwardly.

"I don't blame you!" Hagrid obviously didn't care about this. "You have a lot of things to do yourself. I saw you training on the Quidditch field day and night-but I must tell you, I think You two should value your friends more than broomsticks and mice, that's what I'm saying."

He thought for a while, and then added: "At least Maca is busy all day, but he still remembers to send some helpful potions to everyone - even I have a share, I think you should have received it too, right? "