There was a saying that really made sense: if you didn't ask for trouble, you wouldn't get yourself killed.
Brats really were everywhere.
With Hermione explaining and Harry filling in the details beside her, Su Er learned the whole story. Malfoy could have avoided this disaster.
"He slapped Buckbeak's rump and pulled out his feathers."
As everyone knew, creatures like horses generally disliked having humans behind them. It made them feel very unsafe.
Though a Hippogriff only had the body of a horse, it possessed all the traits a horse should have, and the way horses dealt with creatures that stood behind them and provoked them was-with a powerful kick from their hind legs...
"If Hagrid hadn't stopped him, Buckbeak would have trampled Malfoy to death," Ron added at the end.
"He really did have it coming," Su Er remarked.
But whatever the case, Malfoy's injury was already an established fact.
"Needless to say, the school governors must know by now," Hagrid said sadly. "A student got hurt. The school governors won't let me off. Maybe I'll be thrown out of school tomorrow."
"It's not that serious, Hagrid." Su Er shook his head. "Malfoy didn't die, did he?"
"He only broke a few bones. We're all witnesses," Harry said too. "See, even Su Er thinks Malfoy had it coming."
"Harry lost all his bones last time, and Madam Pomfrey fixed him up in the blink of an eye. These injuries are nothing, Hagrid." Ron casually patted Hagrid's thick arm.
The next moment, Hagrid pulled the two of them into a tight embrace, deeply moved.
Seeing that Harry and Ron were about to be crushed to death in the giant's embrace, Su Er hurriedly spoke up. "Besides, don't we have evidence? That's enough to clear Hagrid's name."
"Evidence?" Hagrid raised his