Chapter 54: Magical Creature Drops

"Oh, Hermione, John, thank you so much."

Inside Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid's large hands held a book, which was densely filled with the defense speech Hermione had prepared for Buckbeak, as well as the suggestions John had provided.

The purpose of their visit today was to discuss with Hagrid how to further clear Buckbeak's name and overturn the case.

Hagrid looked at the book in his hands, feeling very moved.

Hermione also constantly encouraged Hagrid, saying that things hadn't reached the worst point yet, and told him to cheer up.

And John was like a curious baby, looking around at the strange objects in Hagrid's hut.

He saw a string of glittering silver-white hair hanging on the wall.

Hiss, how does this thing look a bit like the unicorn tail hair described in the book?

No, it should just look similar; after all, that thing is very rare and precious.

How could it be hanging here in a string?

Subsequently, he discovered a few fiery red feathers by the fireplace.

Huh? This thing actually wasn't burned by the fire? How does it look a bit like the phoenix feather described in the book?

John curiously reached out and picked up a feather; it felt warm to the touch.

After leaving the fireplace's flames, the fiery red luster on the feather actually faded slowly.

No way! This seems to really be a phoenix feather!

John hurriedly put the feather back by the fireplace, and soon the feather restored its bright fiery red luster.

At this moment, the neatly stacked leather in the corner caught his attention.

This seems to be leather made of dragon skin...

After being silent for a while, John got up and returned to Hermione's side to sit down obediently.

He discovered that any item in this room was more valuable than his whole person...

If he accidentally broke something, maybe selling him wouldn't be enough to pay for it...

At this time, Hagrid, who was still talking to Hermione, noticed John's strangeness.

"What's wrong, John? Did you take a fancy to something?"

"If you like something, just pick it; those are all worthless things I picked up in the Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid immediately said with a laugh.

He liked this child John very much now, so he spoke without any hesitation.

And John had a big question mark floating on his forehead when he heard this.

?

Picked up in the Forbidden Forest?

However, surprise was surprise, John proposed wanting that string of unicorn tail hair almost without any hesitation.

"Really? Then I want that string of white hair; it looks quite good!"

You have to know, unicorn tail hair sells for 10 Galleons a strand in Diagon Alley, so that whole string, wouldn't it make him a rich man instantly?

Since Professor Hagrid didn't care, there was no need for him to pretend to be embarrassed.

"Sure, sure, that's just hair dropped by a unicorn, it's useless; I usually use it to weave rugs."

Hagrid said with a laugh, directly picking up the string of tail hair and handing it to John.

Hearing Hagrid's words, John was shocked again, looked at the rug under his feet that had already been stepped on until it turned yellow, and swallowed his saliva.

This should be the most valuable rug he had ever stepped on in his two lives combined...

And Hermione saw through John's little greedy mind and snatched the string of unicorn hair.

"No, way."

Hermione said with her hands on her hips like a strict parent.

"This is a very precious thing; how can you accept it casually? Hagrid, take it back quickly."

While saying this, Hermione stuffed the string of hair back to Hagrid.

"What's the matter with this, Hermione? If John likes it, just give it to him; at worst, I'll just go to the Forbidden Forest and pick some more."

Hagrid said in confusion.

"Exactly, exactly!"

John echoed.

Hermione glared at John: "Shut up."

"... Oh."

John closed his mouth obediently; he always had a feeling that it was like his grandfather secretly giving him pocket money in his previous life, and after his mother discovered it, she forced him to return it...

Hagrid scratched his head and put away the string of unicorn hair helplessly.

However, when passing by John, he used his size to secretly pull out a handful of unicorn tail hair and stuffed it into John's hand.

He winked at John, and John understood, quickly putting the handful of hair into his pocket; this handful had at least dozens of strands.

Then Hagrid turned to make tea; although Hagrid's actions just now made her a bit suspicious.

But seeing that the string of unicorn hair was still in Hagrid's hand, she didn't say anything more.

Then she looked at John again; John was sitting upright, pretending that nothing had happened.

Finally, Hermione sighed faintly: "Unicorn hair is very precious; you can't make such requests casually next time."

"And if this thing is in your hands, it might even bring you trouble."

John nodded obediently; he naturally understood Hermione's worry, but he also had his own ideas.

Unicorn tail hair can not only be sold for money but can also be used as a potion material.

He could completely save it up, and in the future, if he lacked money or needed this material, he could use it directly.

Hmm, he should also come to visit the Forbidden Forest when he has time.

Maybe he can pick up some more.

No, he should follow Hagrid; following him to pick them up would not only guarantee safety but also increase efficiency, and he could also learn more knowledge about magical creatures from him; three birds with one stone.

I really am a genius.

Thinking this way, John's mood became better.

As if he saw countless gold Galleons beckoning to him in the future.

They stayed at Hagrid's hut for the whole morning.

John walked around from time to time, ran out to wander around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest from time to time, and went to the pumpkin patch to turn around from time to time.

Anyway, he never stayed idle, feeling everything was novel.

Hermione had been talking to Hagrid about how to strive for more possibilities for Buckbeak.

Before leaving at noon, Hagrid originally wanted to invite them to have lunch together.

But remembering that John went to the school infirmary last time because he ate his Bogeyworm stew.

So Hagrid still took back this idea.

Afterward, they said goodbye to Buckbeak and left Hagrid's hut.

On the way, John's steps were light, humming songs while admiring flowers, skipping along.

Hermione looked at his appearance of being so happy that he forgot himself, couldn't help but shake her head, but a smile also appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"John, you should find a bag to put those unicorn hairs in; don't take them out and let others see them casually."

"Don't worry, Senior Hermione, I kno... huh?"

John was saying with a smile, but stopped halfway.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Hermione's eyes that had already seen through everything.

"... You knew?"

Hermione chuckled and passed by John's side.

"I wasn't sure before, but now I am."

John: "......"

Bad, I was too carried away.

John scratched his head awkwardly, laughed sheepishly, and hurried to catch up with Hermione's pace.

Hermione didn't say anything more, just with a smile on her mouth, hands behind her back, and also hummed a little tune.

She looked in a very good mood, not knowing what she was happy about.

The noon sun spilled on the two through the treetops, and the breeze blew, bringing bursts of fragrance.

The boy followed the girl step by step, the boy had an embarrassed expression on his face, while the girl turned her head to look at him from time to time, her eyes carrying a bit of teasing.

Just like this, the two walked toward the castle one after another. ===== CHAPTER 55 =====