Reliable

"Hurry, Harry, Ron," Hermione urged in a low voice. "We need to get out of here."

Hermione regretted it—regretted not insisting on stopping the two of them from sneaking over here.

Harry still had not recovered from the shock. His face was utterly bewildered, and he had not even figured out what had happened over there.

Buckbeak had seemingly vanished into thin air?

Yes.

Right in front of the three of them, the Hippogriff had disappeared without a trace, as though someone had used a Vanishment Charm on it.

Was it really a Vanishment Charm?

Hermione doubted that even Professor McGonagall could make such an enormous Hippogriff vanish into thin air.

Yet there was no doubt that this had been Albert Anderson's work. Still, none of them could tell how Albert had made the Hippogriff disappear right before their eyes.

After discovering that the Hippogriff was gone, the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures fell into brief chaos.

Before Harry could take any delight in their misfortune, he heard Lucius Malfoy roar furiously, "Harry Potter hid that beast!"

To be honest, Harry was completely baffled by Lucius Malfoy's accusation.

Albert had done it. What did it have to do with him?

Could the Malfoys all be idiots?

"Harry, we need to leave now. Once Buckbeak's disappearance is discovered, they'll definitely ask the Dementors to help search for him."

Hermione grabbed Harry by the arm and urged him to leave.

If Malfoy found the three of them here, then even if they had not freed Buckbeak, the blame would be pinned on them.

Hermione could already imagine the excuse.

If you didn't do it, why were you skulking around here at this time?

They might even drag Hagrid and Albert into it.

"Oh, right, Hermione. Do you know how Albert