Enough to Collect Dragon Dung for 625 Years!

Even through the thick fog, Hagrid's sobs were as clear as thunder. "He has already done so much for me, and he has so much to think about, I can't..."

Hermione's voice rang out, gently comforting him, "Don't be sad, Hagrid. I can ask the professor for leave and go to the Ministry of Magic with you."

"I read about a case in a book about Hippogriff. It was later released. I'll look into it for you and see what happened."

"Or... or, we could go to Silan. We told him about this last time, maybe he'll have a solution..."

Hagrid cried even louder.

Harry and Hermione looked to Ron for help.

Hearing faint footsteps approaching, Ron swam through the thick fog and exclaimed with delight, "Perhaps we don't need to look for him anymore, he's already here!"

As soon as he said this, the people at the door of the cabin looked anxiously at Silan, as if they had seen a savior.

Hagrid stopped sobbing, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth, and looked at Silan with pleading eyes.

Harry ran up to Silan, not even bothering to ask why he was there, and quickly explained, "The Ministry of Magic wants Hagrid to take Buckbeak to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures for trial, and they're going today!"

Silan nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Do you have any ideas, Silan?" Hagrid sniffed and asked pitifully.

"Don't worry, Hagrid. I've already spoken to Lucius Malfoy about this, and he said a settlement is possible, Draco has agreed as well," Silan said.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "So that's what you were talking about after the auction?"

Silan nodded. "Not entirely, but pretty much."

Hagrid blew his nose sharply with his handkerchief, which was as big as a tablecloth, widened his eyes, and asked repeatedly, "Really? Is it really true?"

"Certainly."

"But the letter from the Ministry of Magic said..."

"Forget about it, Hagrid, it's outdated." Silan shrugged indifferently. "You should be waiting for the next letter now."

Hagrid looked at Silan and inexplicably began to believe him a little. The huge weight that had been hanging over him suddenly lifted, and he felt a great sense of relief.

"Thanks..."

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, an owl flew in from the east, following the sunlight.

From Hagrid's perspective, the owl appears to be facing away from the sun.

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and sunlight shone in.

Before the owl even landed, Hagrid had already seen the Ministry of Magic sealing wax printed on the envelope and couldn't help but shudder.

He is now terrified of letters from the Ministry of Magic, fearing he might see bad news.

After spotting Hagrid, the owl circled once in the air and landed on his large head, looking somewhat comical, like a hen flying into a henhouse.

Hagrid took the envelope from its mouth, took a deep breath, and after a long period of mental preparation, he tremblingly opened it.

The letter looked like a tiny piece of paper to Hagrid, forcing him to squint to see it.

Harry and Ron huddled close to Hagrid, craning their necks to look at the letter, and asked eagerly, "What does it say, Hagrid?"

"They said... they said..." Hagrid's hand holding the letter trembled, and his lips shook uncontrollably as if he were about to run away from home.

After wiping his face vigorously, Hagrid finally spoke, "They said that because Lucius withdrew the charges, Buckbeak and I don't need to attend!"

"So, the problem is solved?" Harry asked.

Hagrid nodded blankly. "I think... that's what they meant."

"Great!" Harry and Ron jumped up and gave each other a high five.

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled at Silan.

Silan is such a kind person, she has a heart of gold, and she always lends a helping hand to her friends.

"Silan!" Ron and Harry shouted.

Hearing their words, Hagrid finally realized what was happening and, like a 200-ton child, ran towards Silan with the owl on his head.

Silan instantly became alert, pulling Hermione aside and quickly changing the subject. "Hagrid, you should put the Ministry of Magic's owl back."

If he were to rush over and hug you, or pat you on the shoulder, you might break a few bones.

"Oh, oh, you're right, look at me."

Hagrid slapped his forehead, took half Rock Cakes from his coat pocket, and held it above his head. "Eat it, good boy."

The owl tilted its head, looked at the half-eaten Rock Cakes, pecked at it twice, but couldn't bite it...

Undeterred, it pecked twice more, but still couldn't bite through.

The owl grumbled and walked away...

"How can I thank you, Silan?" Hagrid waved to the owl, as if saying goodbye.

Silan, on the other hand, didn't seem to care.

Saving Buckbeak was just a side effect; the main purpose was to avoid affecting his future business.

"You're welcome, Hagrid. The fact that you and Buckbeak are alright is already the best reward for me." Silan touched the Storage Ring on her hand.

He has already obtained what he truly wanted, so he can speak eloquently without restraint.

Hagrid was deeply moved, thinking, "Silan is such a kind and good boy! The Sorting Hat made a huge mistake by putting him in Slytherin!"

That Sorting Hat's gone mad!

"Oh, I have to hurry and tell Buckbeak the good news, he's safe!" Hagrid's eyes lit up with excitement, but his expression was somewhat apologetic. "Silan, I really don't know how to thank you. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask!"

Hagrid waved to them and then ran off, leaving a trail of large footprints in his wake.

"Hopefully, we won't have to feed the Flobberworm next time Care of Magical Creatures," Ron muttered with a sigh of relief.

"Ron!" Hermione glared at him.

"Feeding lettuce to Flobberworm is really boring," Ron, somewhat unconvinced.

"It's all settled, let's go back, class is about to start." Harry relaxed, no longer as tense as before.

The four of them chatted as they walked towards the castle.

When the topic turned to Silan and Hermione's trip to the Malfoy Manor, Ron and Harry stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"You mean you made about 20,000 Galleon at a single Potions auction?" Ron clearly heard himself swallow hard.

"To be precise, it's 15,000 Galleon," Silan said.

Dragon dung expert Ron immediately did the math. "That's enough money for me to collect dragon dung for 625 years!"

The three of them looked at him strangely.

"What?" Ron pouted and shrugged. "I know it's pathetic, but what can I do? I'm a Weasley."

Hearing this, everyone immediately became much more tolerant and nodded in agreement.

In fact, since Silan started doing business with George and Fred, the Weasley have become much wealthier. Even Ron, who used to collect dragon dung, has saved up a lot of money. However, it's hard to break a long-standing habit overnight.

Just as the four men reached the castle gate, they suddenly heard someone shout from the air, "Mr. Prewett, please wait!"