Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 180 Hippogriff

after class.

Dylan is eating at a restaurant.

He stroked the time converter in his hand.

He pondered his judgment on how this little thing worked.

"Although I haven't used the Pensieve in Old Deng's office much, the Time Converter and the Pensieve are probably not that different."

Both relied on extremely advanced ancient magical script.

Unlike the Pensieve.

The time converter used some alchemical techniques that he didn't yet understand.

"Alchemy... my research in this area is indeed rather superficial."

Dylan took a sip of orange juice.

"Perhaps it's time for me to submit my application to study at Old Deng's?"

As everyone knows, Old Deng's alchemy skills are quite superb.

If he could learn from Lao Dongtou... no, I mean study abroad.

While I'm at it, I'll also learn the Ancient Flame of Immortals.

His expertise in alchemy must have reached a sufficiently high level.

"Sigh, while I do get to learn from these courses and see perspectives from the professors that I haven't read in the books, but..."

Dylan was unwilling to spend too much of his time studying elective courses.

At least he can't finish this semester and still not understand the true working principle of the time converter, and then have to come back to it next year.

He's really going crazy!

This kind of continuous learning.

However, the help it provided to him was not very significant.

Therefore, Dylan did not want to spend too much time and energy on these elective courses.

After lunch.

Classes will continue in the afternoon.

This lesson is about protecting magical animals.

Neville is not here.

Harry did come to class too.

In addition to Gryffindor, there were also Slytherin students present.

Hermione moved closer to Dylan.

But they found that the book he was holding was completely still, looking like an ordinary book, not a book that would bite.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Why don't you fix it in place so it can stay quiet like this?"

Dylan turned around and immediately saw the book "The Monster Book of the Monster Uncles" in Hermione's hand.

At this moment, it was tightly bound by rough bandages, one loop after another.

It looks like a wild dog that has been tied up.

A faint rustling sound came from between the pages, and it was still struggling and twisting.

"Well, it's simple. I just removed the transformation spell that was cast on this book. You can try it."

"Dylan said, raising his hand and touching Hermione's chest.

"What are you doing..." Hermione was stunned, her cheeks flushed, and she was about to step back.

However, Dylan's hand had already touched the spine of the book she was holding to her chest.

The movement is very light.

But this caused the restless monster book to tremble violently.

It was as if I had been jolted awake.

Then it immediately became quiet.

It stopped struggling and trembling.

Instead, she obediently sat in Hermione's arms.

"Or you can keep it active, but only quiet it when needed, then you can do that."

Hermione's eyes lit up: "I understand!"

After the book in her hands quieted down, she paused for a moment and carefully removed the bandages wrapped around it.

At the same time, be vigilant and ready to throw the book in your hand at any moment.

However, the expected tearing did not occur, and the monster book remained quietly in her hand.

Hermione immediately opened the book with excitement.

She bought the book a long time ago, but has never read it!
This book is like a madwoman; every time she gets close, I want to bite her!
This made it impossible for her to prepare for the lessons!

This is also one of all her courses.

The only subject I didn't preview!

Dylan blinked as he watched her hurried movements.

Why are you looking at it now?

"Of course, I'll answer any questions during class!"

"Uh... well, you can see for yourself."

Dylan smacked his lips.

The students standing next to them were amazed when they saw the two men's actions and immediately began to imitate them.

—Because Hagrid did not include a note in the list regarding how to handle the monster book.

This resulted in almost no students knowing how to calm down the irritable monster book.

Even many people in Slytherin don't know this.

—Because they never read this kind of book.

Even their parents.

Of course, some pure-blooded wizards might have families who know how to train monster books.

But out of pride, these young wizards would rather secretly wrap the monster books with tape or bandages than ask their parents for help.

To avoid being criticized by parents again—that you can't even handle such a small thing yourself.

So it wasn't just Gryffindor, but many Slytherin wizards would also do what Hermione did: entangle their monster books.

Alternatively, you could wed them into the gaps in your backpack.

Some people even choose to hold them with tweezers or pliers.

In short, we must do everything we can to stop the actions of these monster books.

They left the castle.

Dylan went with Hermione and Harry.

We arrived at the door of Hagrid's cabin.

—This class was taught by Professor Hagrid.

He directly decided to hold the class here.

"Hey! Little guys, come here quickly, hold on tight!"

From a distance, you can see Hagrid standing at the door of the cottage.

His eyes were shining.

He waved to them.

—It's clear that Hagrid is very excited.

A group of people came to him.

Hagrid's hearty laughter rang out.

"I've prepared something really special for this lesson—trust me, this lesson will be absolutely fantastic!"

Hagrid looked around, pretended to count the number of people, and then waved his hand impatiently.

"Looks like everyone's here. Keep up with me and don't fall behind! Otherwise, I'm not sure if you'll encounter any dangers in the Forbidden Forest!"

Hagrid turned his towering frame, glanced at Dylan, and then stepped into the Forbidden Forest.

Dylan kept his eyes straight ahead, pretending not to see his gaze.

Hagrid secretly asked Ron yesterday to tell him that he wanted him to arrange a time to meet her in the Forbidden Forest late at night.

But Dylan thought about how busy he would be, and how Hagrid had just started working and couldn't possibly offer much salary.

So Dylan refused outright.

He followed Hagrid at a leisurely pace.

Although he took long strides, Dylan didn't pant like the other young wizards; instead, he appeared calm and composed.

Malfoy fell to the back of the line.

She glanced at Harry, who was walking briskly past her.

Suddenly, she grabbed the ribbon he was using to bind the monster book.

He slammed the fist directly onto the book in his hand.

—This thing had been trying to bite him for a while, and now it can finally get a taste of its power!

at the same time.

Draco added pointedly, "I can't believe Hogwarts lets an idiot who knows nothing teach classes! I think this school is doomed; they might as well let Dementors be the students!"

"Snapped!"

Malfoy drew the Yokai Book again.

The book trembled.

But she didn't bite him.

Seeing this, Malfoy smoked even more vigorously.

"If my dad knew about this—he'd be so angry his blood pressure would spike! He'd have a heart attack!"

Harry, who had just walked past him, listened to the guy's seemingly endless chatter.

She stopped, frowned, and glared at him.

"Enough, Malfoy! You talk too much!"

Malfoy immediately curled his lip and looked at Harry with a look of disgust.

"Hey, isn't this the savior Harry who was scared out of his wits on the train? Those Dementors aren't really going to eat you!"

After learning that Harry had been frightened by the Dementors on the train, Malfoy always tried to use it to mock him.

This time he finally got his chance.

Harry gritted his teeth and glared at him.

Hermione, walking beside Dylan, glanced at him.

Dylan remained focused, not looking at anything else.

—He's not the kind of person who would casually swear; that would be incredibly rude.

Starting to spew insults without thinking is not something an elegant gentleman should do.

of course.

In fact, Dylan hadn't noticed what was happening with Harry at all.

He was pondering the matter of the Time-Turner and the Dementors.

—This time, they captured a total of seven Dementors.

However, no decent achievement rewards were given out.

This made Dylan very unhappy.

He planned to take some time when he had free time and teach those Dementors a lesson in his own space.

Torture them to death to see if you can trigger any other achievements.

—Anyway, these Dementors won't really die.

At this moment, Hagrid, who was walking at the front, stopped.

Their group had already entered the outer perimeter of the forbidden forest.

"Wait here for a bit, I'll be right back."

The midday sun was filtered through the tree canopy, turning into scattered gold.

It winds its way out from the rough twigs and piles of decaying leaves.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of animal droppings and wood.

Hagrid told all the students to stand still, while he himself strode quickly behind an extremely large tree.

Look at this!

Then Hager's towering figure emerged from behind the giant tree.

The rustling of the bushes never stopped.

The moss that had brushed off his shoulder fell to the ground in a soft rustling sound.

A group of young wizards looked toward Hagrid.

He was holding a dozen or so thick iron chains in his hand.

These chains are almost as thick as a wrist.

The chain links collided with each other, gleaming coldly and making a rattling sound.

At the other end of the chain were a group of winged beasts with the heads of eagles and the bodies of horses.

A rough count suggests there are at least a dozen.

These creatures emerged from the grass, pawing at each other with their front hooves.

Each of them has a sharp beak covered with a layer of honey-colored keratin, and when it opens and closes, you can see the scarlet membrane deep inside the mouth.

The horse's body was covered in glossy gray hair that looked like silk, and its mane was curled and bristled like burning copper wire.

These strange creatures all had bulging muscles on their shoulder blades.

"My God, what are these...?"

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

"A winged beast with a hippopotamus head!"

She had just seen it in a book!

I never imagined that I would see it in real life in the blink of an eye!
Upon hearing this, Hagrid nodded immediately, his face beaming with excitement.

"That's right, these are hippogriffs, aren't they beautiful? Look at their amber eyes and their fluffy feathers!"

Hagrid pointed at the group of young wizards on the hippogriffs.

"But their attack power is very strong!"

Hermione frowned, as if she were about to tangle the loose curls on her forehead.

"I read in the book that these creatures can break bones with just a flap of their wings! How can we have face-to-face, and at such close range, contact with these incredibly dangerous magical creatures in our very first lesson?"

Hermione and Hagrid weren't strangers; in fact, they were quite familiar with each other because of Harry.

Therefore, she directly raised her question.

Hagrid chuckled dismissively, "But they are indeed very beautiful, aren't they?"

That's the truth.

Dylan muttered to himself.

It must be said that these winged creatures with hippogriffs and gables, though strangely shaped, are indeed pleasing to the eye.

Especially its large wings; even when not spread, their robustness is still evident.

"I really want to catch a few."

Dylan almost drooled.

He had previously sneaked into the forbidden forest at night several times.

What you encounter are not rare or unusual creatures.

This made Dylan somewhat frustrated.

And what if he causes too much of a commotion—

Attracting Hagrid's attention is one thing.

If we attract Old Deng's attention, that would be a real problem.

"No matter how beautiful they are, they can't avoid being dangerous!"

Hermione finished speaking.

The hippogriff that Hagrid had led over, the one closest to them, suddenly raised its head, its amber vertical pupils sweeping over the group before landing on Hermione. It flared its nostrils twice and exhaled two puffs of white mist.

"Hehehe, calm down, little guy." Hagrid tugged at the chain.

Dylan observed these magical creatures.

Suddenly, Newt came to mind.

"If he were the professor of this amazing animal conservation course..."

Dylan couldn't even imagine how interesting this class would be.

Because Newt's understanding of magical creatures must far surpass Hagrid's.

Moreover, Newt can more easily and precisely explain the characteristics of these magical creatures' lives to them.

"It's very possible that you might be suddenly asked to dance during class."

—For example, the unicorn courtship dance.

Or perhaps it's a scorpion dance.

Dylan smacked his lips.

and so……

Why do people perform courtship dances?

Hagrid came before the crowd.

“Listen, kids, what I’m about to say is very important.”

"About these beautiful little creatures—they are proud creatures, and proud creatures are always more prone to tantrums."

"Therefore, never use harsh words to humiliate these little guys—that could very well cost you your life!"

“After all, their attack power is indeed very strong, and I don’t want to see any of you break bones here—I might not be able to rescue you in time.”

After all, he wasn't very good at it either.

Hagrid maintained a distance as he finished explaining some key points to all the students.

Only then did he lead the group of hippogriffs closer to the students.

“Remember, you must wait for these little guys to make their move first—understand? That’s basic courtesy.”

(End of this chapter)