From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

“You’re welcome, Ron,” Harry said, putting away his wand, still somewhat shaken—he had never imagined Hermione’s cat would go this far.

"How is Banban? Is it alright?"

Ron didn't answer immediately; he anxiously began to examine it. "This isn't good. How old is it? How can it withstand such strenuous exercise!"

"Look, Harry, it was practically dying of old age, and it got chased all the way from the dorms to here!" Ron pointed to the dorms in the distance. "If Scabbers hadn't run fast, I probably wouldn't have seen it one last time!"

Harry certainly agreed with this view. Although he didn't have that deep affection for Scabbers, he could tell from the distance how hard the mouse had run.

But once this is said, it will inevitably shift the focus from Crook Hill to Hermione.

“Yes, it’s so old and it’s run so far. We need to take it to the vet, otherwise it’s too dangerous.” Harry tried to divert Ron’s anger with something else.

“But the school only has the school doctor…” Ron frowned immediately. “Will Dr. Pomfrey know how to treat this? And if we bring Scabbers along, she’ll probably kick us out…”

“We can ask Hagrid. He’ll definitely have a solution. Don’t forget, many professors say that Hagrid is an excellent professor of conservation of magical creatures!”

Harry delivered the answer he had prepared beforehand—regardless of whether Hagrid could be cured, delaying it for a while would greatly reduce Ron's anger.

"But... okay."

Ron was a little skeptical. As Hagrid's friend, he knew very well Hagrid's love for those fierce and magical creatures.

If Scabbers had teeth that could bite off someone's finger or breathe fire when he screamed, he would trust Hagrid without reservation. But the problem is, Scabbers is just an ordinary mouse.

"Perfect timing, the next class is about protecting magical creatures, let's go now."

-

"Eat more, you're still too thin."

In Hagrid's hut, Hagrid was feeding his new course assistant—it was so thin it was practically skin and bones, but it looked quite cute, which made Hagrid kill another rooster today.

"You should have some too," Hagrid said, turning around and piling the chicken head, tail, and entrails into another swallowdog's food bowl—it ​​was such a waste of his rooster, a magical creature of XXX level that it backed away in fear when it encountered an ordinary Muggle dog!

'However, if swallowtail dogs weren't so docile, this kind of XXX-level creature shouldn't be in the classroom.'

After all, it's just a pet dog of an ordinary wizard; even if it's a higher-level dog, it can still be used in the classroom.

"Cooperate well. Today is the second period of the third grade," Hagrid said, turning to the black dog he had found in the Forbidden Forest. "Who knows, you might become friends with Tooth."

However, the black dog seemed to scoff at Hagrid's words and focused solely on dealing with its food.

-

Good afternoon, children.

Hagrid smiled at everyone, then looked at Harry and Ron, who were running breathlessly in the distance, and said, "Hurry up and come over, our class is about to start."

"Yes, Professor."

Although the name was strange and novel, Harry and Ron found that they could pronounce it without any difficulty.

"Phew... I came out early and got stopped by Mischievous Ghost..."

“That’s perfectly normal, Harry. It’s been a week since school started, and this is the first time we’ve been stopped. It’s a bit unusual that we’re being stopped so far away!”

Ron was also panting. The two of them had finally managed to escape Peeves's interception. Before the midday class, most of the students in the castle were in the lounge. Peeves had finally caught his target and was having fun when he revealed his weakness.

"What about the freckles?"

Ron replied quietly, "Let's go to class first. Banban seems to be asleep. Its heartbeat was very steady when I touched it just now."

"That's great! We can ask Hagrid after class; there's plenty of time between the two classes!"

Chapter 293: Banban Saves the Master?

At the very front of the students, Hagrid was carefully instructing them. The children in line cautiously fed the swallow-tailed dog some food and then petted it.

But that's none of Ron's business now; he needs to see what's wrong with Scabbers.

This mouse, which has lived in his house for a long time, is now very, very old. Today, it went through a desperate chase, and anything could happen to it.

"Spots".

He called out softly as he tried to take it out and examine it.

But Scabbers seemed to be frightened by something and refused to climb out of his pocket—it clung tightly to the cloth in Ron's pocket and showed no sign of letting go.

“There’s no cat. That damn cat isn’t here,” Ron said, keeping his voice down. “Come out. Don’t be nervous.”

However, Banban had no intention of moving away. It was grumpy and used both its mouth and claws to hold onto the pocket tightly and refused to come out.

"Is it ready yet, Ron?" Harry suddenly asked in a low voice.

"No, Banban is very scared."

"Hurry up, it'll be bad if Hagrid looks over here."

Harry whispered a hint to Ron, then continued to stare at Hagrid.

"Wait, what just happened?"

A strange feeling washed over Harry, and he couldn't help but glance at the black dog to his side.

It's still staring at me.

The thought popped into Harry's head, but he quickly realized something was wrong, and instinctively, Harry pulled out his wand.

But it was too late. The huge black dog's eyes turned incredibly cold, reminding Harry of the Dementors' eyes he had seen on the train that day—cold and devoid of emotion, revealing even hidden greed and madness.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Harry cast the spell on the black dog almost immediately, but he was still too slow.

The seemingly thin black dog was as agile as a leopard. Although Harry anticipated its trajectory, it was to no avail. The Barrier Charm grazed its body and flew out, leaving a huge mark on the ground.

Instinctively, Harry fell to his side, casting a Barrier Charm at the spot where his throat should have been.

Even after years of training, this deliberate fall completely neutralized Harry's subsequent attack—with his left hand bracing against the ground, his wand had already slipped out of his control.

'Where am I? What else do I need to do?'

The two thoughts flashed through Harry's mind instantly, but his subconscious reaction was much faster than those thoughts.

Without any hesitation, Ha rolled on the ground in an extremely inelegant manner, then swung his left hand forcefully into the air—a handful of dirt instantly flew from his palm, covering the spot where he had been standing.

"No! There are too many obstacles!"

Harry then realized that the damned black dog's target wasn't him, but Ron, who was hiding behind him!

The enormous dog face was already close to Ron, its frighteningly white teeth clearly visible even from a distance.

"Stop right there!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and Hagrid's howl nearly shattered everyone's eardrums. At the same time, Harry's Barrier Charm, which he had frantically aimed at Ron's throat, flew in, whistling past Ron's chin and leaving a trail of extremely bright light.

Thank goodness.

Harry unleashed another Barrier Charm, far less powerful than before—whether it was Hagrid's roar or his own Barrier Charm, the terrifying black dog abandoned Ron's throat and began biting at his thigh.

'With plenty of flesh on the thighs, injuries not caused by dark magic can be easily healed with magic…'

The thought suddenly popped into Harry's mind, and as he prepared his third spell, the huge black dog, despite his attack, bit Ron's thigh hard.

His barrier spell was successful, but it only made it sway slightly.

"Sizzle~"

The sound of huge clothes being torn rang in everyone's ears. At this moment, the children, who were frightened by the sudden change and Hagrid's huge voice, suddenly remembered to scream.

"what!!!!!!!!"

"Mother!!!"

"Petrify them all!"

"... "

Amidst a cacophony of shouts and ineffective incantations, Hagrid had reached Ron, yelling, "Damn bastard!"

Despite the immense trembling caused by Hagrid's footsteps, the black dog showed no fear and bit Ron's thigh hard again.

Ah~~~~~~~~

Ron's scream made Harry's hand, which was preparing to attack again, tremble.

'Hand steady, wand steady. Nothing can help you if you put down your wand. Do you expect a miracle? And what miracle is greater than a wand?'

The words that suddenly came to mind quickly calmed Harry down.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Along with his spell came Hagrid's enormous, size-determined foot—Hagrid kicked the black dog almost without hesitation, but both attacks were easily dodged.

The black dog darted off like an arrow, carrying a large chunk of flesh and torn clothing in its mouth.

Clearly, it had realized that its attack on Ron had failed, and that it was impossible to succeed with Hagrid's arrival.

Harry wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he saw something thin and long swaying back and forth over there.

"It's alright, a bite on the leg will heal in half a day, you'll be fine, Ron."

Harry tried to comfort himself, but he couldn't help but run toward Ron—Ron had collapsed halfway through the attack.

'Damn it, I wish that dog was coming for me. Why didn't it come for me? Why did I feel like it would only attack me and not Ron?'

Harry was the first to rush to Ron's side, unable to control the self-reproach that welled up in his mind.

"Teeth!"

Hagrid shouted—before his shout had even faded, Tooth was already running over from a distance.

"Wang Wang!"

"Wang!"

"Woof~ Woof!"

"Woof..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ya Ya's barks grew softer and softer, but it still stood firmly in front of the black dog as it lunged at Hagrid.

However, the giant black dog had no intention of attacking Hagrid at all. It ignored Tooth and ran straight towards the Forbidden Forest with its spoils.

Damn it!