Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 181 It seems I know how to protect the gods and guard them.

"This is Buckbeak."

Hagrid led the rightmost hippogriff to the group.

After showing it to everyone carefully, it was pushed back.

Immediately afterwards, he released the cold-faced harpy-headed winged beast that was the leader.

Even the choker around her neck was removed.

“This is Serquil.”

Hagrid stroked the hippogriff, which was pure black and more robust and looked noble and sharper than Buckbeak.

“Go up to it slowly and bow to it. If it bows back to you, you can touch it. If not, leave immediately. It could really kill you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hagrid clapped his hands.

"Alright, who wants to say hello to it first?"

Hagrid looked on with anticipation.

In fact, Hagrid erected a small fence here that seemed to serve no practical purpose.

He stayed inside the enclosure with the hippogriffs.

Many students were seeing these creatures for the first time and felt uneasy, so they didn't want to get close to them at all.

Therefore, upon hearing Hagrid's words, many people took a step back in unison.

Harry swallowed hard.

He didn't want to see Hagrid's first time as a professor end in a cold reception.

But letting him go up and interact with these big guys...

Harry was hesitating.

Suddenly, a figure beside him vaulted over the fence.

"Hey! I knew you'd be interested, Dylan!"

Hagrid's eyes lit up.

He knew that Dylan's interest in these magical creatures was no less than his own!
"Come on, give it a try, let me see what Serquill thinks of you."

Hagrid gave up his spot.

—But they didn't give way too far.

He remained standing beside Dylan.

Allowing students to get up close to these powerful and magical creatures could indeed be dangerous.

Although he was carefree, slow to react, and not very good at understanding things, he was not stupid.

It is impossible to allow students to come into contact with these magical creatures without any protective measures.

What are the protective measures?
—He's already standing here, what else needs to be said?
Dylan stepped forward slowly, his boots crushing the withered leaves dappled by the shadows of the trees, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

He came to Serquil.

Serquill stood on the flat open ground, his pure black wings shimmering with a bluish luster under the golden light.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in its feathers, casting fine shadows on its powerful muscles.

Unlike other winged creatures with amber eyes, this one has a hippopotamus body.

Serquill's eyes are golden.

His golden eyes were sharp, comparable to those of a hawk.

The other person lowered their head.

He exchanged a glance with Dylan.

Something unexpected happened to Hagrid.

This usually fierce eagle-headed, horse-bodied winged beast unusually took a half-step back, turned its golden eyes, and its iron-gray beak turned.

—This should have been a predator’s show of force, but it now carried a certain awkwardness and unease.

Dylan blinked and took another step forward.

Serquill's hind hooves seemed to have stepped on a pebble, and his hindquarters slipped.

Its flamboyant black wings folded back, and after a few stumbles, it regained its footing.

Hagrid's eyes widened: "Merlin's beard, what's wrong with you today? This isn't like you at all. Have you forgotten that you bit three egg-stealing goblins when you were a kid?"

Serquill glanced at Hagrid.

The latter saw that the other party did not show any rejection towards Dylan.

He then waved to Dylan.

"Alright—alright, please begin bowing, little ones."

When ordinary humans expose the back of their necks to ferocious beasts like hippogriffs.

It is equivalent to voluntarily surrendering one's fatal weakness.

This is both a sign of respect for the other party and a dangerous test.

Dylan pressed his left hand lightly to his chest, and his black wizard robe fell naturally as he bowed.

His back was taut in an elegant curve, and the back of his neck showed off his healthy skin in the sunlight.

Dylan didn't bother to be vigilant.

If this little guy named Serquill attacks him.

Then the other party will definitely suffer pain and torment that is completely beyond its imagination.

When he stood up, Dylan's fingertips were still resting on his clothes.

"Very good, calm and composed."

Hagrid nodded repeatedly.

As soon as Dylan stood up, everyone's attention was focused on Serquill.

Almost immediately.

Serquill then bowed sharply to Dylan.

And his head was almost down to Dylan's crotch.

Hagrid didn't see anything wrong with it at all, and became even more excited when he saw Serkol's response.

He clapped his hands loudly.

"Great! I never imagined that teaching would be so simple!"

Success on the first try!

Hagrid quickly said, "Cerquil seems to like you a lot; it has agreed to let you pet it."

Dylan smiled and raised his hand.

Serquill wisely lowered his head.

This allows Dylan to stroke it more effectively.

Dylan's hand slid down Serquil's mane, his fingertips feeling that each feather was as stiff as a thin wire.

—But they didn't hold hands.

"Hmm, the rachis is sturdy enough and the feather density is high enough, but the oil secretion is too excessive. If you want to use these feathers for experiments, it is best to treat them with a drying spell for a period of time first."

Dylan muttered under his breath.

Hagrid was clapping his hands loudly, so you couldn't hear him at all.

On the contrary, Serquill heard clearly what Dylan had just said.

Its enormous body trembled involuntarily.

However, Dylan's hand moved down its head, gently touching the fleshy part of its lower jaw, pausing for a moment at its throat pouch to savor the texture.

"The vocal cord structure is also quite good. I wonder if the materials from the hippogriff could provide any help to my experiments."

Serquill's body trembled even more violently.

"Oh ho ho! This little guy wants you to touch it with a little more force, Dylan, harder!"

Hagrid was yelling from the side.

Dylan also used his fingers to apply force, directly pinching up several broken feathers.

"Ok?"

Serquill called out.

Dylan withdrew his hand and held the broken feather up to the sunlight.

Dylan frowned slightly as he looked at the fine pores inside the feather shaft.

"Its toughness is a bit too low, making it unsuitable as a carrier for the Transformation Charm—experiments related to transformation can be ruled out directly."

The students behind them saw Dylan interacting with Serquilla.

They discovered that the latter was happy to be touched and could even make joyful noises.

This attracted the interest of many students.

With Hagrid yelling and shouting to liven things up, many students gasped in surprise.

“Very good, the little guy likes you very much. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone pet it and it bark happily.”

Hagrid rubbed his large hands together and shook his thick beard, chuckling, "Now, give it a try."

"—Get on it!"

Dylan discreetly slipped the feathers into his pocket. "I've ridden dragons and phoenixes before, and now I'll be unlocking another creature."

Dylan came to Serquil's side.

Hagrid also came closer and showed him how to do it.

"See this? Behind the wing joint, you can step on it—don't worry about it hurting, the bones here are very hard, just step on it to climb up."

Hagrid kept muttering.

Dylan did indeed intend to step on the back joint of Serquil's wing and flip onto her back.

However, Hagrid's incessant, rambling explanations...

Dylan's boot tip just touched Serquil's side.

This seemingly unruly winged griffon suddenly curled up its scaly limbs, like a tamed dog, and lowered its back to the ground.

It also lowered its head and voluntarily twisted its neck into a docile arc.

Hagrid, standing to the side, was stunned. His mouth opened, his arm froze in mid-air, and the words of advice he was about to say stuck in his throat.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins watching also raised their eyebrows.

"Professor Hagrid," a Gryffindor boy in the front row scratched his face, "what does this mean?"

Another Gryffindor student chimed in, "Professor Hagrid, didn't you say these beasts were ferocious?"

"And they're very proud of it!"

"She's extremely prone to losing her temper with anyone!"

"This could cost us our lives!"

Many students in the crowd spoke in succession.

His tone was tinged with doubt, but also with a hint of teasing.

Hagrid chuckled sheepishly and scratched his messy hair: "This...maybe it's Dylan's scent, it's more familiar—I mean, I like it."

Dylan glanced at Hagrid.

"If that's all, then I want to ride this one—"

Before the student could finish speaking...

The dozen or so winged beasts with eagle heads and horse bodies standing nearby immediately turned to look at him.

His gaze was almost tangible.

The student's words caught in his throat.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hagrid warned.

Dylan ignored them. He didn't need to climb onto her back; he could simply lift his leg and sit directly on Serquil's back.

Ascend on top.

Since Hagrid removed Serquil's collar, he didn't even have anything to grab onto.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the tuft of mane on the back of Serquil's neck.

"Forget it, this fur feels like it'll fall out if I pluck it."

The little guy did perform quite well for him.

Dylan didn't need to make things so difficult for him.

I really want to pluck some feathers or something.

Then next time I go to the woods for a rendezvous, I'll just ask him to bring those hippogriffs over.

If we take some from each one and spread it out evenly, we won't end up plucking one of them completely bald.

Dylan used a spell to steady himself.

Whether he transforms and flies or flies on a broomstick, it all goes well.

Or perhaps riding a Norbert and flying aimlessly through the sky.

Dylan has a very reliable skill when it comes to flying.

Therefore, even without grabbing onto anything, simply placing your hands lightly on Serquil's back would be enough to keep him steady and prevent him from falling from mid-air.

—Of course, the balancing spell he cast was also very important.

After settling down, Dylan patted Serquil's bottom.

Hagrid, who was standing to the side, was stunned once again.

—He was startled by Dylan's actions.

He had never even patted the backsides of these hippogriffs before.

wrong.

He filmed it once.

He was eventually kicked away.

After that, it took him a lot of effort to calm the harpy-headed horse-winged beast down.

When he saw Dylan patting Serquilla's butt, he thought the guy was going to throw Dylan off in a fit of rage, and he was already prepared to go up and help.

Unexpectedly, Serquil simply wiggled his butt.

Then he stretched out his limbs and supported his body.

— Dylan was still sitting steadily on it.

"""this……"

Hagrid opened his mouth.

How……

It's definitely different from what he experienced?
And it's different from what's written in the book!
For this lesson.

He spent several sleepless nights reading that book of monsters and magical creatures!

"Let's go, go go go!"

Dylan patted Serquil's butt again.

The creature moved its neck hesitantly, but then obediently spread its pure black wings.

The combined length of the two wings is ten feet.

With a gentle touch.

A strong wind suddenly arose.

The pile of fallen leaves on the ground was blown away, the surrounding leaves rustled, and several small shrubs nearby were blown about.

Then it pushed off with its hind legs, sending up a cloud of dust and broken leaves.

In the blink of an eye, the man and the beast soared into the air.

The trees below rustled under the impact of the airflow, their tops pressed close to the ground by the wind pressure.

Dylan, however, was not affected by the strong winds. Instead, he sat on Serquil's back and circled around in the air.

The wind blew across my face.

He was being watched by a group of people below.

Instead, he experienced a unique feeling that he didn't usually have when he was flying in his own space riding the Norbert.

"This is...happiness?"

Dylan was stunned.

He swiftly drew his wand.

"Expecto Patronum (Patron Guardian)!"

Dylan straightened his back on Serquilla's back.

The strong winds high in the sky tore at his cloak.

Taking a deep breath, Dylan pointed his wand at the rolling clouds.

A silvery-blue halo burst forth from the tip of the staff, like liquid moonlight, flowing down the wings of the hippogriff.

The silver substance he summoned this time was noticeably thicker than usual!
However, when these silvery-white substances tried to outline a creature, they seemed to shatter into a light, floating star when they were touched by a strong wind.

"Still no success..."

This failure did not discourage Dylan; on the contrary, it made him even more excited.

He had tried so many times before, but without any progress.

However, this time, for some reason, he felt a sense of great joy as he flew freely and unrestrainedly in front of everyone.

"Is it because I'm actually a show-off? Or was it because I wasn't showing off before?"

An idea popped into Dylan's head, but he shook his head.

"No, I used to show off in front of Voldemort every day, and I didn't feel anything special about it."

Or……

While holding Serquil's body between his legs, Dylan looked towards Hogwarts Castle from high above.

"What I really wanted to do was to show off in front of Old Deng?"

"No, no, no, to put it more accurately, it's about freely displaying one's abilities in front of Old Deng!"

Dylan suddenly had a moment of clarity.

Could it be that he's been thinking about how to avoid Old Deng all day, and after suppressing his feelings for so long, he's finally ready to explode?
(End of this chapter)