I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Shirley and Hermione came to the Quidditch pitch to find Rove. They made an appointment with him to visit Hagrid today.

Hagrid hadn't been seen in the auditorium for a week since the teaching accident in Care of Fantastic Beasts, and it was rumored that he had lost contact.

When they came across the grass to Hagrid's cabin, they found a hippogriff tied to the door.

His name was Buckbeak, and it was he who had injured Malfoy.

Yaya was sitting at the door, barking at Buckbeak and trying to bite his hind legs. He looked very ferocious and looked like a big dog.

Xue Li snorted and asked in surprise, Is Yaya so powerful now?

In her memory, Yaya was very timid, always the first to run away when in danger.

Rove thought for a while, then he suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at the rope around Buckbeak's neck.

The rope fell off the stake, and Buckbeak expanded his range of motion, walking towards Fangya, and the horse's hooves stepped on the ground making a crack sound.

Yaya immediately curled up on the ground, his barking turned into a howl, and then he wagged his tail desperately, looking very humble.

As expected of you, Yaya!

Such a shameful behavior was unanimously despised by Rove, Shirley and Hermione.

Even Crookshanks in Hermione's arms glanced at Fang Ya with a look of disgust.

Rove walked to the cabin, knocked on the door, and said, Hagrid, are you home?

The door opened to reveal Hagrid's large, bearded face, with red, swollen eyes and tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the front of his leather vest.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It was the first time for the three of them to see Hagrid crying like this, and they were all taken aback by him.

They walked into the room, only to find that Harry and Ron were still sitting in the cabin, and they had also come to visit Hagrid.

Rove smelled a strong smell of alcohol, he sniffled and frowned, Hagrid, how much alcohol have you drunk?

Rove, I just counted. Harry whispered, There are seventeen bottles of Flame Whiskey alone, and four barrels of Butterbeer, all empty...

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Rove, I need alcohol to numb my nerves now. Hagrid picked up a single-stemmed wine glass about the size of a bucket, and poured tons of it.

Hagrid, didn't the school not fire you? Shirley asked.

But the school directors already know that I caused a teaching accident. Hagrid pulled his hair and said painfully:

They think I'm taking the plunge, and the Hippogriff should be on the field later... It's all my fault...

Hagrid, don't worry, the school won't fire you. Rove comforted, Look at Professor Snape, he also had a teaching accident, but he still did a good job.

That's because no one complained about Professor Snape, but Malfoy won't let me go...he keeps complaining and moving around. Hagrid sobbed, his whole body trembling.

I've also heard that he wishes to hand Buckbeak over to the Ministry of Magic's Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and that the school's board of trustees is discussing the proposal.

Will the Ministry do a fair trial? Harry asked.

Just? Hagrid choked up, wiped his tears with his sleeve and said:

Harry, you don't understand the Dangerous Creatures Committee, they are a cruel bunch of wizards who hate all magical creatures.

Yes, I also heard from my father. Ron shuddered and said, None of the magical creatures that enter there can escape the trial, and they will all be killed in the end.

Why? Harry mumbled.

It is rumored that the Committee for Disposing of Dangerous Organisms has been cooperating with some pharmacies for a long time. Rove explained:

Pharmacies can't kill rare magical creatures, it's against the law. But the Dangerous Creatures Committee has the power to sentence magical creatures to death.

They will sell animal carcasses to pharmacies again, so it is not illegal, and this has formed an industrial chain.

This kind of thing is the same as buying and selling organs. Anyway, there are always various channels.

It was the first time for the few people present to hear such a thing, and their faces were full of shock at this time.

That's right. Hagrid burst into tears, and his whole body twitched violently.

Buckbeak's death by the ax is all well and good, but I can't accept his body being sent to a pharmacy.

Feeling powerless, Harry asked, What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?

Dumbledore has done enough for me, Hagrid moaned. Just keeping those dementors out of the castle is hard enough for him, and with Peter wandering around, I can't do it any more for this sort of thing. Trouble him with small things.

Harry looked at Ron again and said, Mr. Weasley...

Harry, my dad works in the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division. Ron's pale lips stammered:

He can't manage the Disposal Committee, and he was suspended for a while last year because of the flying car...

Then there's nothing we can do? Harry said angrily, It was Malfoy's fault in the first place.

Shirley stared into Rove's eyes, and said softly, Rove, do you have a solution?

Others may not be able to do it, but Rove will definitely have it. He can always solve all problems... This is her biggest feeling after getting along with her for several years.

Rove gave the girl with ponytail a smile, and he said indifferently:

As long as this matter is not allowed, it will be handed over to the Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures.

In the final analysis, this incident is a teaching accident. Hippogriffs are also teaching equipment, and the Education Bureau has the right to take over.

But I don't know anyone in the Education Bureau. Hagrid said hoarsely.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Rove, and the young man said:

I have acquaintances... Mrs. Greselda Marchbain, who is in charge of the Education Authority, and I met her at Nicol's funeral.

We have been in correspondence for a year and could have her come forward to review the matter.

Can you? Hagrid excited.

Of course. Rove nodded and said, But Mrs. Geselda Marchban will not favor anyone, she is very fair and will not accept Malfoy's threats, but she will not listen to our one-sided words either.

So Hagrid, you can't be so decadent anymore, you must work hard to teach your Protection of Magical Animals class well, at least there can be no more teaching accidents, and drinking is even more of a mistake.

Yes, I think you've had enough too, Hagrid, and you can't touch alcohol anymore.

Hermione stood up, took the tankard off the table, went outside to pour the wine, and she threw the other bottles.

This behavior seemed to frighten Hagrid. He rubbed his cheeks and cheered up, You're right, I can't drink any more.

He rose with difficulty from his chair and put his head into the bucket to wake himself up a little.

Rove stood up, everyone focused on him, and he said seriously:

Anyway, Hagrid, you're going to listen to us. Don't worry, with me...we'll win this trial and get Buckbeak acquitted from the Ministry.

Don't forget, I'm a Magizoologist!

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(Thanks to the Nine-tailed Flaming Fox boss for the reward.)