There was another sound of fists hitting unknown objects, and then, greater chaos occurred, and it seemed that more people were participating in the battle group.

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"Everyone stop, what are you doing!"

Hagrid's voice boomed in everyone's ears, and all the children who were happily starting to move stopped obediently.

Although Hagrid usually does not have any majestic presence in the eyes of these third-year students, the roar just now has left an indelible mark on everyone's mind.

'The next thing to do is...'

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then looked at Harry, "Harry, how is Ron, how are you?"

"Ron has a scratch and needs treatment...and Scabbers..."

Harry tried to speak less confusingly, but it was difficult to do.

'Scabbers is dead...it blocked Ron again.'

Although he knew very well that without Scabbers, Ron would at most go to the hospital, but this emotion still emerged - he could now understand why Ron valued his Scabbers so much.

'If there were no Banban...'

"Let me take a look..." Hagrid muttered, then cautiously walked to Ron's side, squatted down and lowered his head, and began to look at Ron's wounds.

"You still have to go to the hospital for a checkup. After all, it was a wild dog before..."
Chapter completed!