After eleven o'clock in the night, when Albert quietly walked through the portrait passage and returned to Gryffindor Tower, the students had already gone back to their dormitories to rest. There was only deathly darkness in the common room, and only the fireplace was still dark.
Some embers are flickering.
Albert was just about to go back to the dormitory to rest when he noticed a dark shadow next to the armchair closest to the passage. When he moved the light on his wand over, he found Hermione sitting at the table, sleeping soundly.
There was a book on her head.
"Hermione, wake up, wake up quickly, don't sleep here, be careful of catching a cold." Albert gently pushed the girl's shoulder to wake her up.
"Ah... fell asleep accidentally"
After Hermione opened her eyes and woke up, she looked around confusedly, her eyes fell on Albert again, and she reluctantly pulled herself together and asked, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you all afternoon."
"What do you want from me?"
Albert took off his cloak and put it on Hermione, gesturing for her to sit by the fireplace with him. The fire was rekindled, and the blazing flames illuminated their faces.
Hermione looked at the blazing fire, tightened the cloak around her body, and seemed to remember something. She took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Albert, "Hagrid lost the lawsuit, and Buckbeak is going to be imprisoned."
To carry out the execution, he sent me this letter."
Albert took the letter but did not read it. He could guess what was written in the letter.
"Although we can continue to appeal, I hardly see any hope. Malfoy's father threatens the committee." Hermione bit her lower lip and said, "You are right. From the beginning, I wanted to rely on litigation to save Buckby.
It’s simply a luxury.”
"It's expected, isn't it?" Albert corrected again: "I think Lucius bribed the committee. Even if he continues to appeal, it is just a waste of time."
"What are you going to do next?" Hermione raised her head and stared at Albert hopefully, "If necessary, I, Harry and Ron can help."
"No, you don't need help with this matter. Just keep it a secret. I will handle the rest myself. The less people know about it, the safer it will be." Albert simply rejected Hermione's kindness.
Hermione opened her mouth, looking a little disappointed.
"However, you can let Hagrid continue to appeal, at least make a gesture of never giving up."
"Did not you say……"
"Some disguise is necessary."
"Oh." Hermione nodded to express her understanding.
"Actually, it shouldn't be difficult for you to guess what I will do next. I think you probably don't want to break the law." Albert comforted softly, "Go and make peace with Harry and the others, and then go visit Hagrid together. Hagrid
I need someone to comfort me.”
"I've made peace with them," Hermione whispered.
"That's great."
With that said, Albert quickly glanced at Hagrid's letter and threw it directly into the fireplace. After watching the parchment turn into a pile of ashes in the flames, he asked: "Have you shown this letter to others?"
Yet?"
"Harry and Ron have seen it."
Hermione noticed Albert's frown and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"
"Hagrid was so careless that he actually wrote this matter in the letter. I have told him so many times." Albert couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Such carelessness will get you into trouble sooner or later.
No one can help him at that time."
"Is there something wrong with the letter?" Hermione was a little confused. She had also read the letter and found no problem.
"Of course there is a problem, and it is very serious." Albert reminded seriously: "What will others think if they see this letter? If the hippogriff runs away by itself, everyone will know that it is the sea.
Even if he had an alibi at the time, everyone would think it was him. If Malfoy gets this letter, the Hippogriff will definitely be dead, even in the end.
If I let it go, it will directly confirm the fact that Hagrid violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic."
"But... this shouldn't be considered evidence, right?" Hermione asked confused.
"Do they need evidence? No, they don't." Albert looked at the uneasy Hermione and shook his head. "As long as there is this letter, Lucius can ask the Ministry of Magic to sentence Hagrid and make him lose his professorship.
position, and throw him into Azkaban Prison."
"How could they..."
"Of course they can, they don't have to pay too much attention to the laws of the Ministry of Magic." Albert sarcastically said, "Besides, I will also be in trouble when the time comes. Those pure-blood wizards originally wanted to cause trouble for me, and they can still find suitable excuses.
.”
"Trouble with you?" Hermione became even more confused.
"Because I embarrassed them, you understand?"
Hermione shook her head.
"I am a Muggle wizard. The greater the halo around me, the more ridiculed I am to most pure-blood wizards. Stubborn pure-blood wizards are always aloof. I think it should not be difficult for you to see from Malfoy.
Out of this."
"But... they really..." Hermione seemed to want to say something, but finally shut up.
"Last time, when I won the International Wizarding Chess Championship, there were some bad voices? They would not allow Muggle wizards to shit and piss on their heads, just like they once killed the first Muggle in the wizarding world.
Just like the wizard and minister." Albert said in surprise.
Hermione opened her mouth in shock and looked at Albert in disbelief.
"Don't look at me like that, this is what someone told me." Albert recalled: "Nobby Leach was the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history. In 1968, he suffered from a mysterious disease.
The illness forced him to leave his job and he died that year. Nobby Leach actually suffered from dragon pox. It is said that it was Abraxas Malfoy who did the good deeds, and Abraxas Malfoy was Draco Malfoy.
Fu's grandfather. However, the old guy got out of his way and died of dragon pox himself."
Albert stopped right there and forcefully changed the topic and said, "I will help Hagrid handle the Hippogriff matter. You three don't have to worry about anything, and don't talk nonsense, otherwise it will only hurt Hagrid."
.”
Hermione nodded vigorously, then lowered her voice and asked, "The relationship between pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards is really bad."
"It's terrible, otherwise where do you think the large number of Death Eaters around You-Know-Who come from?" Albert said calmly, "Just like some Slytherins would call Muggle wizards Mudbloods."
Hermione's first thought was Malfoy.
"Okay, you don't need to worry about these things, and don't tell Ron and Harry what we are talking about now, you can treat it as our secret." Albert winked at Hermione and said.
"Why are you telling me this?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"You can regard it as the advice and advice I give you as a friend."
"Friends? Thank you, Albert." A bright smile appeared on Hermione's face.
"It's late at night, go back to sleep, be careful of catching a cold."
"OK, good night."
Hermione handed the cloak back to Albert, hugged the book and walked towards the stairs.
"Good night."
Albert looked at Hermione's leaving back and murmured, "What an innocent little girl."
He reached out to cover a yawn, raised his wand to extinguish the blazing flames in the fireplace, and walked towards his dormitory.