Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 231 Buckbeak
"Then can you help me?"

Seeing Harry's excitement, Mike laughed very happily.

Harry is still that innocent little angel, still so innocent.

"Of course, but I still need to prepare some things." Mike said confidently, "How about this, after I find a venue, I will call some people and we will learn the Patronus Charm together. Maybe I can persuade Professor Lupin to come and teach us."

Harry didn't care about what Mike said about asking Lupin to teach the class. Since the teaching level of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes at Hogwarts has been generally not high in the past two years, even though Lupin's performance on the train was very good, Harry still had doubts about Lupin's teaching level.

Besides, Lupin is a professor and he is very busy. Why would he come to teach you late at night for no reason?
Although Harry was full of doubts, he did not show it on the surface. Instead, he thanked Mike very politely.

Seeing this, Mike didn't plan to continue on this topic. If Harry insisted on teaching him tonight, he would be doomed, as he hadn't even mastered the Patronus Charm yet.

Noticing that Harry was still a little sad after learning about the Patronus Charm, Mike said with a sudden thought: "What happened to you today? Did anything else happen?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but once he did, Harry couldn't hold it in any longer and told Mike all the bad things that happened to him today.

Since Harry was not a good storyteller and his words were full of strong subjective wishes, it took Mike a long time to understand what had happened today.

It turned out that this morning Harry and the others went to their first divination class. Originally everyone was happily doing divination experiments, making up strange stories to trick each other, and having a lot of fun.

However, the professor of Divination, Professor Sybill Trelawney, who had made legendary prophecies, actually jumped out and predicted that Harry would die!

If someone else had said this, Harry would have taken it as a joke, but this was a prophecy made by the Divination professor, and he made it very detailed, even mentioning that he had seen a big black dog.

This made Harry a little doubtful.

However, this was not the worst thing. Hagrid's first class was in the afternoon, and Harry and others went to support Hagrid.

In the past, most of the magical creature protection classes were theoretical knowledge. Even if they had to come into contact with living magical creatures, they were small, not very lethal, and cute in appearance, such as Bowtruckles and Vulpes.

But Hagrid is a guy who doesn't follow the beaten path, or perhaps his aesthetic sense is completely different from that of the general public. He actually brought a living hippogriff!

As the name suggests, a hippogriff is a creature with an eagle's head and claws, a horse's body, a lion's tail and a pair of large feathered wings.

This creature is actually a hybrid of a griffin and a female horse. It is huge and somewhat aggressive, but because of its griffin bloodline, it can also be tamed as a mount.

Based on the above reasons, the Ministry of Magic gave it a danger rating of 3x, which means that capable wizards can deal with this creature.

In fact, Hagrid was already very conservative, and Mike was surprised that he didn't directly pull out a 4x or even 5x creature.

It is actually very simple to deal with this creature. All you need to do is win its respect. Bowing to it is of course one of the ways.

Logically, this should have been a thrilling class without any surprises, but Hagrid obviously underestimated the naughty boy's ability to cause trouble.

The result of his lack of consideration was that Malfoy was scratched because of his rudeness to the hippogriff named Buckbeak.

Although the injury was not serious, although it was Malfoy's own fault.

But Hagrid still needs to take the main responsibility because he is the professor and it was he who brought a level 3x magical creature in front of these third-year students.

And these third-year students are obviously not 'capable wizards'.

"Do you think Hagrid will be expelled for this?"

Harry asked Mike worriedly, he had a good relationship with Hagrid and didn't want him to be fired like this.

"Don't worry, you will definitely not be fired, but you will probably have to learn a lesson."

Harry was really worrying too much. Who was Hagrid?

That half-giant who was half-giant was Dumbledore's right-hand man, and Dumbledore was very kind to him.

You know, Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts because he was framed by Tom Riddle, and his wand was broken by the Ministry of Magic and he was ordered never to use magic again, but what was the result?
Dumbledore secretly repaired his wand and hid it in the small pink umbrella he always carried with him.

Why else would Hagrid carry that little umbrella even when it wasn't raining? To keep out the sun?
On the other hand, Harry was relieved when he heard Mike say that Hagrid would not be expelled. He didn't know why he trusted Mike so much. He just thought that if Mike said Hagrid would be fine, then he would be fine.

As for what Mike said about Hagrid being taught a lesson, Harry didn't care at all. As long as he wasn't expelled, it would be fine. Harry believed that Hagrid could withstand such a small lesson with his physique.

After telling Hagrid's story, Mike also became very interested in the hippogriff named Buckbeak.

He had only seen pictures of these large magical creatures in books before, and had never come into close contact with them, so he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

"I say, why don't we go check on Hagrid and Buckbeak?"

"This……"

Harry hesitated in the face of Mike's proposal. He knew that Mike and Hagrid didn't have a very good relationship. If the two of them quarreled again, which side should he support?
"Don't worry, I won't quarrel with Hagrid." Mike promised solemnly, "And after something like this happened, shouldn't we go see Hagrid? I don't know how sad he must be right now."

Harry thought so too, and said, "Okay, I'll ask Ron and Hermione to go with us."

Mike nodded in agreement, and the two of them set out to look for Ron and Hermione.

Ron was relatively easy to find; he was a fan of wizard chess and would hang out in the lounge looking for people to play chess with whenever he had free time.

But Hermione's side was more troublesome. Since Hermione chose all the elective courses this year, she was very busy. When Mike and others found her, she was doing her homework in the library.

Looking at the books piled up on Hermione's desk that was more than a person tall, Mike couldn't help swallowing.

This is a real academic master.

Faced with Mike's invitation, Hermione hesitated for a long time and finally agreed.

When the four of them headed towards Hagrid's hut, Mike couldn't help but ask Hermione:
"Hermione, I heard you signed up for all the electives?"

"Yes, so I have a lot of homework. If possible, I hope we can end this visit as soon as possible so that I can go back and finish my homework as soon as possible."

Ron immediately became dissatisfied after hearing Hermione's words, and muttered quietly: "Then you can not come..."

He had only said half of his words when Mike and Hermione both cast their eyes on his face, forcing him to swallow back the rest of his words.

Seeing that Ron stopped talking, Mike continued, "No, I'm a little confused now. If I remember correctly, the time of those elective courses conflict with each other. How did you manage to take two courses at the same time?"

"Actually, there are three subjects, Divination and Arithmancy..."

Ron was interrupted by Hermione's angry gaze again when he was about to say something.

"I'll take care of it. I've discussed it with Professor McGonagall, and she agrees with me doing this." Hermione explained to Mike angrily. Perhaps realizing that what she said was a bit harsh, Hermione then said, "Thank you for your concern, Mike."

Seeing that Hermione didn't want to say more, Mike didn't force her. He smiled and said, "You're welcome. I'm just worried that you might be tired. To be honest, you're really suffering like this."

As he said this, Mike's eyes kept scanning Hermione's body, finally falling on a metal necklace around her neck.

And Hermione couldn't help but blush as she listened to Mike's gentle words and felt his burning gaze scanning her body.

Ron, who was walking at the back, saw all of this and silently made a retching motion.

The group came to Hagrid's hut, talking and laughing, but as soon as they entered, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Hermione, Harry and others couldn't help but frown and cover their noses, only Mike walked forward calmly.

Hagrid was seen lying on the ground in a twisted state, crying and pouring wine into his mouth. There were already many wine barrels piled around him. Each of these barrels was huge, half a person's height. Mike really couldn't imagine how much wine Hagrid had drunk.

Hagrid looked at Mike with drunken eyes and was stunned for a moment before he recognized Mike's identity. He suddenly became furious and roared and smashed the barrel of wine in his hand at Mike.

Harry, Hermione and others' faces changed drastically. They never expected that Hagrid was drunk and would attack Mike. They screamed immediately.

But Mike was not panicked at all. Amid Hermione and the others screamed, Mike silently raised his wand and drew a symbol in the air.

"Armor protection."

Immediately afterwards, a protective shield suddenly appeared to block the wine barrel.

In just a moment, the wine barrel shattered, and the scarlet wine in the barrel spilled all over the ground, making the smell of wine in the cabin even stronger.

"You bad boy are the same as that little Death Eater from the Malfoy family, both are bad!"

Hagrid stood up cursing, raised his fist bigger than a casserole and punched Mike.

"Collapsed."

MacLennan raised his eyebrows and casually shot out a beam of red light, knocking Hagrid to the ground.

"It seems I came at the wrong time."

After doing all this, Mike turned around and shrugged his shoulders at the shocked Hermione and others.

Harry and the others finally reacted and rushed forward to check on Hagrid, but before they could get close to Hagrid lying on the ground, a thunderous snoring sound was heard.

……

Harry and the others were speechless.

Mike walked towards the grove outside the cabin regardless of anything. With his magical perception, he could clearly sense that there was a hippogriff in the fence there.

"Hey, Mike! Where are you going?"

Harry and others saw Mike quietly walk out of the cabin and hurriedly followed him.

"Since Hagrid is drunk I'll have to go check on Buckbeak myself," Mike said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't this not good?"

Harry muttered quietly, he really didn't know how to stop Mike.

While Harry was racking his brains over how to persuade Mike, Mike and a few others had already arrived at a pasture.

"Oh, this is really... so beautiful."

Looking at the Hippogriff with its wings spread out in front of him, Mike expressed his sincere admiration.

"Yeah, it's really cool." Ron echoed with gloating, "It's a pity that you didn't come to the Care of Magical Creatures class. In that class, not only did Hagrid let us ride it, but Malfoy also got scratched!"

Mike glanced at Ron and said calmly, "It's not a pity. I can ride it now just as well."

After that, Mike walked towards Buckbeak in the fence.

"No!"

Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

Hermione thought that this creature had just injured someone today and was very dangerous, while Harry simply thought it was not a good idea for them to come into contact with Buckbeak without Hagrid's consent.

"Don't worry, Mike will be fine." Ron said in a nonchalant tone, "Don't forget, he is the dueling champion of Hogwarts."

Ron had just finished speaking when Harry and Hermione saw Mike walking towards the beast and taking out his black wand.

Now Harry and Hermione began to worry about Buckbeak.

"Armor protection."

Mike quietly looked at the hippogriff in front of him that was wary of him, and silently put on a layer of armor to protect himself.

When Buckbeak saw Mike start to cast the spell, he became anxious. He spread his wings towards Mike to make his body look even bigger, and at the same time let out a warning eagle cry from his mouth.

"Bow quickly, Mike!"

Harry shouted anxiously. This was the method Hagrid taught him. He could get Buckbeak's approval by just bowing to it.

However, Mike ignored him and raised his wand towards Buckbeak.

"Roar!"

Seeing Mike pointing the wand at him, Buckbeak became furious. He roared and wanted to tear the villain in front of him to pieces with his claws.

But the next moment, Buckbeak froze.

On the wand that Mike held high, rich purple flames were gathering rapidly, and soon a purple fireball the size of a basketball formed on the tip of the wand.

Although the fireball was small, its temperature was not low. Buckbeak's feathers began to twist and deform under the high temperature.

Buckbeak's body trembled slightly under the pressure of the fireball, and it felt the threat of death.

This was its beastly instinct, and it was also the ability it had relied on the most since it was a child. And now, this ability told it that the little man in front of it was different from the big human before, and the man holding the fireball really wanted to kill it!

"Kneel down."

Mike said coldly as he looked at the giant beast in front of him.

The next second, Buckbeak fell to his knees with a thump of his front hooves. He lowered his head to the ground, burying it in the soil like an ostrich, not daring to look at Mike.

Seeing this, Mike dispelled the fire spell, walked forward with a smile, grabbed Buckbeak's feather and rode on it.

Mike's actions were very rough and it hurt Buckbeak a lot. If anyone else dared to do this, Buckbeak would definitely peck him hard, but at this moment it didn't dare to move at all.

Mike, who was on the bird's back, pressed his entire body against Buckbeak, grabbing the feathers on its back with his left hand and putting his wand against its neck with his right hand.

"take off!"

Following Mike's order, Buckbeak, with the wand against his neck, didn't dare to resist at all and flew up with a running start.

Harry and the others on the ground stared at Mike in the air with their mouths wide open, in silence.

(End of this chapter)