On the day that Buckbeak was scheduled to be executed, Hermione came to Zheng Fan early in the morning.

She even pushed off all her electives just to be able to protect Buckbeak.

Hagrid had shown this Muggle-born wizard a way that no one else had, and occasionally Hermione would even come over to chat with him and talk about life matters.

Hagrid is always a good listener.

Although they did not enter Gryffindor, the friendship between Hermione and Hagrid did not disappear because of this small change.

Now that Zheng Fan wants to help Hagrid, Hermione will naturally be more positive than the others.

However, there was no need for Hermione to come to Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan was ready.

He’s been thinking about it these days, the Ministry of Magic is probably occupied by the Death Eaters by now, at least at the top.

Otherwise, because of Lucius’s words, he decided to sentence Buckbeak to death.

On the way to Hagrid’s hut, Zheng Fan even saw the executioner dressed like the God of Death, grinding the giant one in his hand… Hatchet?

Probably this tool? It should be called an axe, right?

After seeing Zheng Fan and Hermione, the executioner looked at Zheng Fan, I don’t know if it was because it was the executioner, but Zheng Fan felt a certain aura of death shrouded in him.

This aura of death, even when Zheng Fan was a ghost killer, could not emit it.

However, no matter how huge the aura of death was, just a glance at Zheng Fan was enough to suppress it.

After all, it was just the breath of death.

The executioner, who was just glanced at by Zheng Fan, originally planned to suppress children like Zheng Fan, and made a joke, and immediately turned his head.

After all, this is a more powerful pressure than yourself.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing Zheng Fan looking at the executioner, Hermione couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s hard to be scared by this person.”

“No kidding, Voldemort can’t scare me, how can I be scared by this executioner.”

Zheng Fan said with a smile.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Understanding Zheng Fan’s words, Hermione replied with a smile.

After all, this is Zheng Fan, just an executioner scares Zheng Fan into this kind of thing, just thinking about it, Hermione feels impossible.

It was definitely an illusion just now.

It must be like this.

Immediately further ahead, there was a high meadow not far from Hagrid’s hut.

You have to cross this meadow to reach Hagrid’s home.

But……

In fact, it didn’t matter if you didn’t go here, just because after seeing Malfoy, Hermione didn’t know why she didn’t fight so angrily, so she walked straight over.

At this time, Malfoy was watching Hagrid’s house with his little henchmen, using a magical tool similar to a telescope.

Buckbeak was being chained to Hagrid’s door. I don’t know what fate I am facing.

“My father told me that when the time comes, the head of that monster will be at my disposal, and I will make it into a specimen and hang it at home.”

Malfoy said with a smile and a few of his little followers.

“Malfoy!”

And such a sentence happened to be heard by Hermione, and she walked towards Malfoy angrily.

Malfoy looked at Hermione, originally wanting to say something, but immediately noticed Zheng Fan behind Hermione.

After seeing Zheng Fan, he didn’t dare to say a word in an instant.

“Do you think it’s funny like this, it’s clear that you were injured when you didn’t listen to the command during class, and now you are causing other creatures to die because of your mistakes?!”

Seeing that Malfoy didn’t speak, Hermione scolded him directly.

“You shut up, Mudblood.”

The attendant next to Malfoy immediately scolded back.

Malfoy looked at Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan’s expression was already very ugly.

After all, it doesn’t matter if you say that others Zheng Fan thinks it doesn’t matter, but when it comes to his own Hermione, the other party is definitely broken in the brain.

Dare to say that Hermione is a mudblood.

You know, even the most rampant, Muggle-friendly Malfoy wouldn’t dare say that about Hermione!

“You guys shut up.”

Malfoy waved his hand, if Zheng Fan was not there, he would probably let his follower go, but the problem was that Zheng Fan was here.

There must be no room for any mess at this time.

“Since it hurt me is its fault, if you wish, I can make a specimen of that beast’s head and give it to you, which is a memorial.”

Although it didn’t say that Hermione was a mudblood, there was nothing good about it.

Zheng Fan sighed.

Hermione stepped forward, seemingly trying to grab Malfoy and squash him.

But this kind of thing, how can you let your little Hermione make a move?

Zheng Fan just waved the wand in his hand casually, and immediately Malfoy was directly hung on the stone tablet behind him.

It should be called a stone stele, right?

It looked tall and tall, reminding Zheng Fan of the stone henge on Easter Island.

“bo…… boss? ”

Unexpectedly, it was Malfoy, who actually shot at himself, and looked at Zheng Fan with a surprised face.

“Well?”

Zheng Fan looked at Malfoy with a smile, wanting to know what Malfoy would say.

However, Malfoy’s bullying and fear of hardness are vividly displayed in the original book, but after really meeting Malfoy, Zheng Fan knew that it was not so exaggerated.

Although it is a bit of bullying and afraid of hardness.

But not so exaggerated.

Malfoy, who was hung on the stone tablet by Zheng Fan, although he was a little puzzled, did not look as described in the original book, looking panicked and afraid of his injury.

“That…”

“Buckbeak is covered by me.”

Zheng Fan said this directly.

Simple and straightforward.

Even the arrogant Malfoy knew what Zheng Fan meant.

The hippogriff’s winged beast was covered by itself, so no one could take a shot at it, not even Malfoy.

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