Before long, it was dinner time again, a time enjoyed by young and old alike. Kayson happily made his way to the Great Hall, only to see Hagrid wearing a bitter expression.
"What's wrong?" Kayson asked as he sat down.
"You came a little late. If you'd arrived about four minutes earlier, you would've seen a Wizengamot summons fall from the sky," Snape said while eating.
"Huh? What nonsense is the Wizengamot up to this time?" Kayson asked, utterly bewildered.
Hagrid could only hand the summons over to Kayson. The latter took one look at it...
"Deliberate injury? What kind of bullshit is that? Don't we have a Memory Orb?" Kayson did not take it seriously at all.
"The plaintiff is suing over the one that spat something out..."
"...So the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic, or Lucius Malfoy thinks spitting filthy stuff onto Draco's head counts as... bodily harm? It would be one thing if the creature doing the spitting were a person, but they're making such a big deal out of an eagle-headed, winged horse?" Kayson asked in confusion.
"Yeah. What should we do, Kayson?" Hagrid asked miserably.
"Hmm... How do you think they'll sentence him?"
"I think it'll probably be life imprisonment for Buckbeak..."
"Oh, then in that case, I think at worst..."
Lupin added at just the right moment, "There's also the charge of dangerous teaching. That charge has always existed, but no one ever cared about it before. This time, there's a very good chance they'll pin it on Hagrid."
"Hmm... Here's what you do. Go find Madam Pince later. Besides an enormous amount of knowledge, the library has practically every newspaper, official document, and Wizengamot ruling. If it has words on it, the library has it. Madam Pince sorts through all the library's books