HBWnovel Chapter 111 Lesson 1 Care of Magical Creatures
Chapter 111 Lesson 1 Care of Magical Creatures
"You go first, I'll go to the bathroom." Just after climbing down the north tower, Tom stopped and said to his friends.
Getting into the compartment and turning the time turner, Tom suddenly felt like he was flying, flying very fast, and flying backwards. Countless cloud-like things of vague colors passed before his eyes, and there seemed to be something in his ears. Knocking hard, it seemed like someone was yelling with his ears open, and countless pairs of indifferent eyes seemed to be projected along the movement from all directions...
The moment before he was actually looked at, he hit the ground. His first reaction was to immediately find a corner and hide, until a while later he caught a glimpse of his other self and his friends walking towards the north tower.
This feeling is very strange, and it is different from looking at myself in the mirror.
When he saw his back disappear, Tom walked out from the corner, adjusted the watch according to Professor McGonagall's instructions, and hurried to the Muggle Studies classroom. At the door of the classroom, he met Hermione who was also running over in a hurry. The people looked at each other and smiled, quickly finding a seat and sitting down.
Professor Charity Bubbaji, who teaches Muggle Studies, is a very kind lady. She started by declaring that there is no difference between Muggles and wizards. It's a pity that the so-called knowledge about Muggles she taught was full of omissions and ridiculous. Tom took out his extracurricular book and started reading, pretending he was listening to radio station jokes at the same time. But Hermione always abides by classroom disciplines, especially she refuses to openly open extracurricular books in the first period of class, but she can't stand up directly to refute a kind teacher. The whole class is simply on pins and needles.
When they went back in time to do arithmetic, Hermione was obviously much happier. Different from the random guessing in divination classes that requires looking at tea leaves to interpret vague images, arithmetic divination advocates that "the world is built on the power of numbers", requires data support, cannot fantasy, and has high requirements for mathematical ability - -The higher up, the happier Hermione is.
"This is how to predict the future rigorously." She whispered to Tom. "If you ask me, divination is confusing in many aspects and is completely based on blindness." She said contemptuously.
After finishing the arithmetic and divination class, the two of them rushed to the Transfiguration classroom and pretended to meet Harry and Ron casually at the door.
"Hurry, hurry," Ron urged in a low voice, "There are no seats, let's sit in the back."
Harry couldn't ask for more. But even though he was sitting in the last row, he could still feel the furtive glances from others in the class.
"I should sit in the front row," Harry said bitterly. "Save everyone the trouble of keeping looking back at me."
Although Professor McGonagall has been teaching knowledge about Animagus - a magic that can make people transform into various animals at will, he still noticed that most of the students in the class were absent-minded. To this end, she demonstrated in person and transformed into a beautiful spotted cat with traces of glasses around her eyes in front of everyone. Unfortunately, there was only sparse applause from the class.
"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall made a soft "pop" sound and then changed back to the original state. She looked around the class and asked seriously.
Everyone's heads turned to Harry again.
"Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Harry had to stand up.
"We just had a divination class," he said reluctantly, "and then we tried reading tea leaves—"
"Ah, of course." Professor McGonagall frowned, "There is no need to go on. I already understand. Please sit down, Mr. Potter."
She looked around the class and said crisply: "Let's put it this way, since Sybill Trelawney arrived at this school, she has predicted the death of a student every year. In fact, predicting death omens is her favorite thing. A way to welcome a new class of students. Fortunately or unfortunately, so far, none of the students whose death she predicted has died."
"It seems that we can listen to this prophecy in reverse. This is to wish us longevity." Tom whispered to Harry, and Ron tried his best to suppress his laughter.
"I see that you are in extremely good health, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on Harry, "So don't blame me if I don't let you off lightly with your homework today. I promise you. , if you die, you definitely don’t need to hand in this assignment.”
Hermione laughed. Harry's expression also became much more relaxed.
After the Transfiguration get out of class, they went to the auditorium to have lunch together. Ron scooped up a ladle of soup, but did not drink it in a hurry. Instead, he asked Harry in a low voice: "Harry, you haven't seen a big black dog anywhere, have you?"
"No, I saw it," said Harry. "The night I left the Dursleys."
Ron's hands shook uncontrollably, and the soup in the spoon spilled everywhere.
"Maybe a lost stray dog," Hermione said disapprovingly.
Ron shouted in a low voice: "You don't understand!"
"Oh, I've seen one too." Tom interjected calmly, "On the Hogwarts Express, I don't know who's pet is running around. According to divination, everyone on the train Are they actually in danger?"
"Of course!" Ron raised his voice, "Have you forgotten? Each of us met a dementor in the car! And you and Harry were the two people who reacted the most! This makes sense. Got it!"
…it’s actually logically consistent.
"According to your statement, Harry and I reacted so violently, but what about the owner of the dog? He had to react even more violently, right? It doesn't make sense if only one of them dies, right? Then did you hear who died in the car?"
Ron was speechless.
"It is inevitable that we will encounter dementors on patrol, Ron." Hermione said impatiently, pushing a plate over to catch the soup that Ron spilled everywhere, "This has nothing to do with the black dog."
Ron wanted to say something else, but Hermione glared back.
"Black dog," she said with a sneer, "What's next? Black cat? Black crow? Just don't even look in the mirror. According to Muggles, seeing a wizard is unlucky enough. Oh, be extra careful. Please stay away from me, witches are a very evil symbol!"
Harry laughed and Ron ate his bread quietly.
By the time they left the castle after lunch, Harry had forgotten the ominous events.
Yesterday's rain had stopped, the sky was clear, and the grass beneath their feet was soft and damp as they headed for their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.
Hagrid had been looking forward to this for a long time. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the students approaching his hut. The hound Fang was jumping up and down under his feet, and he was also very excited.
"Come on! I have something good for you today! An absolutely wonderful class!" He announced with his head held high, "Are you all here? Okay, come with me!"
Hagrid led the students along the edge of the Forbidden Forest for a few minutes and led them outside a paddock-like area, but there was nothing there.
"Everyone, come to this fence! Stand where you can see it. Well, the first thing you have to do is open your books—" he said in a recital tone.
"How to open it?" Malfoy asked in a cold drawl.
Hagrid looked at him, his expression blank, and it was clear that Malfoy had asked a question he was not prepared for.
"How do we open the book?" Malfoy repeated patiently, extending his hand to motion for Hagrid to look at the other students.
Hagrid looked around in panic and found that every student who had taken out a textbook was either tied up with a rope or clamped with a large strong clamp.
"No—no one can open this book?" he asked in a weak voice.
"Ah, well... I have to, um, have to get rid of these books." Hagrid took Hermione's book, tore off the tape that bound it, and ran his fingers along the spine from the top before he was about to bite viciously. I slid down to the ground and said, "Look...that's it...they will quiet down! Honestly! Isn't it interesting?"
Hagrid's rough laughter echoed back and forth in the venue. He was laughing and couldn't stop laughing. He looked at Harry helplessly and asked in a low voice: "It's quite interesting... isn't it?"
"Of course!" Harry had to say enthusiastically and clapped vigorously. But the meager applause only made the scene more embarrassing.
Malfoy simply stood aside and looked at them with his arms crossed and a sneer.
Hagrid cleared his throat: "Okay, now you have the book. What you need next is... uh, yes, magical creatures. I'm going to find them right now." He said and immediately turned around in a panic and entered the forest. He left, leaving behind a group of students with strange faces.
Fortunately, Hagrid came back soon, leading twelve strange animals - the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but with the front legs, wings and head of an eagle, and a sharp beak with a steely color and texture. , with big wild orange eyes, and the claws on its front legs are half a foot long and look sharp enough to kill someone.
"Hippogriff." Tom recognized it and felt uneasy about it. "Not a good choice for a first lesson," he murmured.
"Beautiful hippogriffs!" Hagrid introduced proudly, tying them to the fence. "They are very proud and it is easy to offend them - never offend them." 7K妏婩
"Don't offend a bunch of beasts?" Malfoy said with a sneer, a blush of offense on his face, "We are wizards! We are the masters of the world, they should never offend us!"
The faces of the surrounding students showed approval.
The monsters shook their heads angrily, spread out their powerful wings, and rattled the chains.
"Don't do this!" Hagrid shouted, "This is polite! Do you understand politeness?" He gasped, trying hard to continue the classroom teaching, "Okay! Listen to me!"
He shouted sharply, silencing the students' comments.
"Listen! When you touch a hippogriff, you have to let it take action first! Walk over, bow, and wait! Wait until it returns the bow to you, and then you can touch it! If it doesn't want to return the bow, you can Just politely move away, do you understand me?!"
"Okay," he swallowed and looked at Harry expectantly, "Who comes first?"
Harry took a deep breath, and before he could speak, Malfoy had already strode over.
"I'll do it." He held his wand upright in front of his chest like a dagger, supported the fence with his other hand, and jumped over gracefully.
"Wizards are the ones who should never be offended." Malfoy said in a contemptuous tone without even looking at Hagrid, "Domestication and utilization are our attitudes towards aliens. Bowing to a beast?"
He chuckled, raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly at the Hippogriff in front of him: "Kneel down!"
The furious monster raised its upper body high and raised its steel-gray claws - Hagrid rushed forward and pulled the chain around its neck, but the monster was determined to teach the bold little wizard a lesson. Even though he was pulled sideways, he still screamed and stretched out his claws to catch Malfoy!
"Hot!" Malfoy slashed his wand down fiercely without taking a step back.
The monster jumped in pain, and a long burning scar appeared on its chest visible to the naked eye, and its feathers flew in the air.
"Don't hurt it!" Hagrid shouted angrily and couldn't help but let go.
"I say—kneel down!" Malfoy stared into its orange eyes and raised his wand again.
"Don't - hurt - it!" Hagrid leaned forward and knocked Malfoy away - the monster took the opportunity to raise its claws - Malfoy let out a cry of pain -
"Armor for protection!" Tom sat on the fence and used an armor spell on the claws of other violent hippogriffs to protect the injured Malfoy.
"Hagrid!" he called to Hagrid, who was standing at a loss. "Control those monsters!"
The hippogriffs in the enclosure were already in chaos, each one neighing angrily, pulling the iron chain straight, and even the fence wall trembling.
"Yes, yes..." Hagrid said tremblingly, and let out an earth-shattering roar at the Hippogriffs: "m9(｀д)!!!!!"
His half-giant blood came into play with the unintelligible roar. The hippogriffs anxiously stepped on the spot, but they were indeed suppressed and quieted down.
"Someone help me..." Hagrid said helplessly, "I have to take him away from here..."
Hermione ran over and opened the door.
Malfoy pushed away Hagrid who was trying to pick him up. He covered his right arm, but the blood couldn't stop flowing out from between his fingers. There were big clumps of blood on his robe, and his face and lips turned pale. All pale.
"You're dead," he said quietly to Hagrid, then turned and staggered toward the castle.