Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room in a daze. She hadn't figured out which of the three suggestions the professor gave her was more reliable until she saw Harry and Ron, who were doing nothing, fiddling with a set of Gobstones.

'Maybe the professor was just joking? ' She thought to herself.

Ron pressed his face against the table, gesturing with the stone in his hand, "I think this one will work. Dean told me a Muggle marble trick--" He flicked his fingers, and the stone in his hand flew straight out, drawing an arc in the air.

The stone belonging to Harry suddenly expanded, and a stinky, sticky liquid spurted out from it, smearing Ron's face.

"Oh, damn!" Ron wiped his face, and his eyes were all covered.

"Gentlemen, can you be more mature!" Hermione said unhappily. She pulled out her wand and said to Ron: "Clean it up!" The mucus on his face disappeared immediately.

"Want a word, Hermione?" Ron said with a smile.

Hermione said with a straight face, "I won't spend my time on children's games."

Ron retorted, "This is not a child's game. My father told me that there is an official Gobstone Club on the seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic. They have won honors internationally. Hogwarts actually has a Gobstone Club, but you never pay attention to it..."

He looked at the expression on Hermione's face and stopped talking.

Harry changed the subject and said, "What did the professor say about Barcobeak?"

"He gave me three suggestions," Hermione said, counting on her fingers, "First, postpone the hearing on the grounds that the procedure is incorrect, and try to change the department responsible for this case to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures;" "

It sounds good. How to do it specifically? Write a letter to the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said excitedly. This is much easier than going to the library to read a large amount of boring case law.

"Ordinary people can't do it. I guess the Ministry of Magic won't pay attention." Hermione said, "Professor Hep's suggestion is to get the support of a powerful person who is not afraid of the power of the Malfoy family. It is best to be related to the field of magical creatures and familiar with the corresponding laws." Hermione said.

"How could such a person know us?" Ron said dejectedly, picking up the Gobstones from the ground.

Harry thought about it seriously. Among the people related to the field of magical creatures, he only knew Hagrid.

"The second way is to secretly release Buckbeak." Hermione raised her second finger.

Harry was very tempted by this suggestion, but he quickly shook his head: "The official letter from the Ministry of Magic said that Hagrid should keep an eye on Buckbeak. If he gets lost, he will be in trouble. Malfoy must be expecting Hagrid to do this, and then he can put Hagrid in prison."

He didn't quite understand Hagrid's fear of wizard prisons in the past, but after dealing with Dementors several times, he had completely understood Hagrid's thoughts.

Hermione did not comment, but gave her last suggestion: "Third, let Lucius Malfoy withdraw the lawsuit on his own initiative." She hesitated for a moment, but still stated Professor Hagrid's words in full. "The professor might have been joking at the time, just listen to it - he suggested that Hagrid ask Malfoy out and force Malfoy to surrender. He also said that if we want to try this method, he can provide limited support..."

Ron's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea, I already have the picture." He had seen his father and Malfoy fight last year, and now all he had to do was replace his father with the tall and burly Hagrid. He muttered, "Little chicken..."

Harry magically understood what he meant - compared to Hagrid, Lucius Malfoy was indeed like an underdeveloped little chicken.

Hermione said sharply, "The professor must be joking!" As she spoke, she became a little unsure herself, "Should it be a joke? But no matter what, this method is too dangerous."

"Professor Hep must be teasing us, because he knows you will never agree to this method." Harry said gloomily, "It seems that, not counting going to the library to look up information, the only truly feasible suggestion is the first one--" "

But where can we find the relevant powerful people?"

"Maybe we can ask Hagrid?" Ron suggested, "He should know one or two friends with the same interests, right? He is the professor of Care of Magical Creatures."

"Wait--" Harry suddenly stared at Ron, "You just said, professor of Care of Magical Creatures?" His eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice and said, "Hagrid only got this position this year. Do you remember the previous professor...who was it?"

"Professor Silvanus Kettleburn," Hermione said without thinking, "I heard that the reason he retired was that he needed more time with his little rascal."

She was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Yeah, why didn't I think that Hagrid must know Professor Kettleburn!"

...

Hogwarts kitchen.

Felix said gently to a house-elf, "I heard from Professor McGonagall that I can ask you to send Christmas presents?"

"Yes, sir," said a house-elf wearing a uniform made of tea towels, and he bowed deeply, "But only within the scope of Hogwarts. We can't leave easily due to our duties."

"No problem, I've already sent out the gifts outside the school," Felix said in a relaxed tone, "Then thank you for trouble."

"It's our honor," said the house-elf.

Felix led the elf back to the office and pointed to a small pile of gift boxes in the corner and said, "They are all here. There are names on them. There are actually not many people... but I don't know if you know the exact location."

"Don't worry, sir, we clean the rooms in the castle every day, and we are very familiar with the names of all the wizards."

Felix nodded and smiled, "Thank you."

The elf got busy, his figure kept disappearing and appearing, after more than a dozen times, he appeared empty-handed: "It's done, sir."

Felix looked at him curiously, "Where did you put it? At the foot of the bed?"

The elf replied, "I put the gifts for several students at the foot of the bed, to ensure that they can see them as soon as they get up; but for professors, we are not allowed to appear in the professors' bedrooms, so I put them under the small Christmas tree in the office, or at the bedroom door."

Felix nodded. This was the same way he received gifts last year.

The elf said, "If there is nothing else, Yun Bo will take his leave first."

"Yun Bo is your name?"

"Yes, sir."

Felix took out a book from the ring, and some colorful paper and ribbons flew out from the corner. They wrapped the whole book, and finally tied a beautiful bow with the ribbon.

"This is your Christmas present, Yun Bo."

"This, Yun Bo can't have it--"

"Take it, it's just a cookbook from all over the world. I've been looking for a chance to recommend it to you."

Yun Bo bent down to take the gift, looked at him with his big eyes, "Thank you, sir." He bowed deeply and suddenly disappeared.

Felix looked at his own gift in the corner, nearly half of which had not been opened yet, and he decided to save the surprise for tomorrow.

Before going to bed, he deliberately left the window open so that the owl could come in and out freely. Then he turned and walked into the bedroom, looking forward to the arrival of Christmas the next day.