Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 321 What kind of person could be hurt by an Ah Kun?
When Hagrid saw the students, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud that the leaves on the trees nearby trembled slightly.

"Can you hear me? Everyone move closer over here, form a circle, and don't get too close to the cage!"

As he shouted, he gestured for everyone to stand in the designated area, his eyes constantly glancing at the chickens in the cage, afraid they might make a fuss.

Hagrid bent down and pointed to the iron cage at his feet, his rough voice carrying a hint of pride: "What we're going to learn about today is the guinea fowl in this cage. These are extremely rare magical animals in the wizarding world; you can't find them in most places!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the students turned their attention to the creature in the cage.

If Hagrid hadn't said they were chickens, probably no one would have associated them with "chickens," and would have thought they were some kind of deformed bird.

These guinea fowl are about the same size as ordinary domestic chickens, but their appearance is quite peculiar.

The feathers are predominantly black, covering most of the body, with only two thick white stripes extending from the chicken's rear end, around the base of the wing, down the breast, and finally stopping at the thigh.

From a distance, it looks like two white shoulder straps have been put on the chicken, making it particularly eye-catching.

What's even more special is their comb.

Whether it's a rooster or a hen, they all have black combs on their heads. When the combs grow to the middle of their heads, they naturally fork into two small fleshy lobes that droop softly on both sides of their heads, like two small black velvet flowers, which is completely different from the bright red and upright combs of ordinary chickens.

Hagrid crouched down, gently patted the iron cage with his rough hands, and continued to introduce to everyone: "The magic of these guinea fowl lies mainly in their calls."

"Their calls produce a strong sense of pleasure, far more effective than a regular happiness charm cast by a wizard."

"When wizards hear their cries, they often can't help but laugh until their stomachs hurt, and they feel so weak that they can't even hold their wands properly."

He paused, then pointed to the iron bars of the cage: "In addition, their jumping ability is particularly strong. A normally developed adult guinea fowl can jump more than a person high with a single leap. If they are not kept in cages, they can disappear in the blink of an eye. So I specially welded these cages with thick iron bars."

At this point, Hagrid's tone became more serious: "However, there is a limitation to their calls. They must grow for two and a half years before their calls possess this magical power, and the older they are, the stronger the pleasurable effect of their calls."

"Two and a half years ago, they were just ordinary chickens with strange appearances and no special abilities."

"It is precisely because of this characteristic that for a long time in the magical world, many people regarded them as ordinary chickens. Many guinea fowl were sent to the dinner table, and their numbers became fewer and fewer, almost to the point of extinction."

Hagrid's voice carried a hint of regret, "Fortunately, four years ago, Mr. Newtscamander went to great lengths to address this issue and submitted a protection application to the Ministry of Magic. Only then did the British Ministry of Magic formally legislate to prohibit the hunting of guinea fowl in the Magical Creatures Protection Act, which allowed their numbers to slowly recover."

As he spoke, Hagrid subconsciously kicked the base of the iron cage lightly with his foot.

The guinea fowl in the cage were startled and immediately flapped their wings and ran around wildly.

The chickens that were lying at the bottom of the cage quickly stood up, revealing their feet, which were also covered with black scales.

The chicken feet are pointed and sharper than ordinary chicken feet, making them look very powerful.

Startled by the noise of Hagrid kicking the cage, the guinea fowl inside the cage instantly became agitated.

They flapped their dark purple wings and scratched at the dry grass at the bottom of the cage with their claws, making a "rustling" sound.

Several more impatient guinea fowl leaped upwards with all their might, their heads slamming into the thick iron bars with a "thud." Some even swayed from the impact before falling back to the bottom of the cage.

The pain made them cry out: "Giggle—giggle, giggle—giggle..."

The call wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar rhythm, and as soon as it reached the students' ears, its magical power began to take effect.

The students, who were initially observing attentively, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Then the laughter spread like wildfire, even the usually composed Hermione covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Dylan was no exception; the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, and the overwhelming sense of pleasure he felt was much stronger than any ordinary happiness spell cast by a wizard, making him want to laugh out loud.

"Alright, alright! Stop laughing!" Hagrid clapped his hands, his loud voice drowning out the laughter and crowing of the chickens. "Everyone, quiet down and listen to my instructions for the next task!"

Once the students had calmed down, Hagrid continued, "Our main task for the next few classes will be feeding these guinea fowl."

"Don't think this is simple. These little guys are very picky eaters. They only eat fresh alfalfa leaves and ground magic oats. If there is not enough moisture or the oats are not fine enough, they will not touch them."

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping across the room with a hint of teasing: "If anyone doesn't feed them properly and makes the guinea fowl too thin, don't even think about tasting their magic eggs! Those eggs, when fried, can keep you energized all day long. You'll never have the chance again if you miss it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many students showed expectant expressions and nodded to indicate that they would do their best to complete the feeding task.

Even people who previously thought guinea fowl looked strange have started to seriously examine the chickens in the cages, wondering how to feed them properly.

"Alright, I've prepared special feed for everyone."

Hagrid clapped his hands, took Awful's hand, turned and went into the hut, and soon came out carrying three heavy wooden crates.

The moment the wooden crate was opened, a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Inside were chopped frog livers, wriggling black beetles, and a rat's heart wrapped in plastic wrap. These unusual ingredients made many students frown and instinctively take a step back.

Hagrid placed the wooden crate on the ground, ignoring the students' disgusted expressions, and explained, "Guinea fowl do have a unique taste. Unlike ordinary chickens that love to eat grains, their magical eggs taste exceptionally good. When fried, they have a subtle aroma and are much more delicious than ordinary eggs."

Everyone then realized that guinea fowl are primarily carnivorous.

Although most chickens are omnivorous, these amazing guinea fowl have an exceptionally strong preference for meat. Perhaps it is because of their long-term consumption of meat that their calls have acquired a unique magic.

Hagrid divided the feed into several small iron trays and distributed them to the students who gathered around, giving them instructions as he did so.

"Today we'll keep them locked in their cages to feed them, mainly to let them get used to the environment so they won't jump around everywhere when we let them out."

"After a few lessons, when they are familiar with your scent, you can open the cage and let them move around."

He suddenly stopped smiling and his tone became serious: "There's another thing we must be careful about: guinea fowl are particularly sensitive to the malice of strangers."

"There was a wizard who tried to catch a guinea fowl and kill it without asking permission. As a result, several guinea fowl surrounded him and pecked at his eyes."

"Although magic can heal quickly, you definitely don't want to experience that kind of pain."

The students around them all frowned slightly. They had thought that guinea fowl only brought joy, but now they realized that they could also be aggressive, and they immediately abandoned their contemptuous attitude.

After receiving the feed, the students carefully handed the iron tray to the cage.

After several attempts, it was discovered that guinea fowl have a particular fondness for black beetles.

The black beetles in the iron plate were devoured as soon as they were put in, while the frog's liver and the mouse's heart were still half left.

After eating a whole basket of black beetles, the guinea fowl in the cage were clearly full.

They lay lazily on the hay, gently patting their round bellies with their black wings, making a satisfied "cluck-cluck-cluck" sound.

The magical cry made the students laugh again, and the discomfort caused by the smell of blood earlier dissipated considerably.

After feeding, Hagrid was divided into groups.

"The feeding task is divided into four groups: two Gryffindor groups and two Slytherin groups. We will take turns feeding the guinea fowl and cleaning their cages every day. Please remember your group and don't be late."

As he spoke, he took out a list and read out the names of the members of each group.

Dylan, Harry, and Ron were assigned to the same Gryffindor group.

The group exchanged glances and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Not far away, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were huddled together next to an iron cage, all three of them wearing undisguised disgust on their faces.

Crabbe was carrying a wooden bucket filled with chopped frog livers, the green juice dripping down the seams and leaving dark marks on the ground.

"This thing looks really ugly, and the food it eats is disgusting too."

Draco wrinkled his nose, poked at the frog liver in the bucket with the tip of his wand, and said with utter disdain, “When we get back, I’m going to write to my father and have him give Hagrid a piece of his mind for making us feed such filthy creatures.”

As he spoke, he reluctantly reached his hand into the wooden tub.

The moment his fingers touched the slippery frog liver, his face twitched uncontrollably, as if he had touched something extremely terrifying. It took him a great deal of effort to grab a handful, and his fingertips were still covered in green crumbs.

"Hey, come and eat!" Draco walked to the iron cage and shouted at the guinea fowl inside, his tone arrogant and contemptuous.

He stretched his arm between the two iron bars, spread his palm, and exposed the frog's liver to the guinea fowl, his eyes full of provocation.

One of the guinea fowl in the cage seemed to sense his malice. Its two forked combs, which had been drooping, instantly stood upright, its eyes flashed with a sharp light, and its feathers ruffled slightly, exuding obvious aggression. Draco, however, was completely oblivious to these danger signals and was still smugly waving the frog liver in his hand.

Crabbe and Goyle, standing nearby, were completely dumbfounded, just standing there, and when they saw Draco's actions, they even let out silly laughs.

"Hey, come and eat!" Draco shouted again, his voice louder.

This completely enraged the guinea fowl.

It suddenly raised the black feathers on its tail, its claws scratching rapidly at the dry grass at the bottom of the cage, making a "rustling" sound. Then it lunged forward and slammed its not-so-sharp beak into Draco's hand.

Draco was startled by the sudden shock and instinctively released the frog liver in his hand, quickly pulling his right hand back.

But the guinea fowl was much faster than him, and its beak still pecked hard into his palm, causing a sharp pain.

Draco's hand continued to pull back uncontrollably, but the gap between the two iron bars of the cage was only slightly thicker than his wrist, and his palm got stuck in the middle. The end of his wrist hit the iron bar, and a bruise quickly appeared.

Because it charged so hard, the guinea fowl's head burst out of the cage, its entire head protruding and landing right on Draco's arm.

Immediately afterwards, the chicken's head rose and fell rapidly, and a flash of black light appeared.

A small wound immediately appeared on Draco's forearm. Although it was not deep, blood kept flowing out of the wound.

Draco winced in pain, about to scream, when another streak of dark light flashed past, leaving another wound on his arm, instantly intensifying the pain.

"What are you all standing there for? Come and help!" Draco roared at Crabbe and Goyle, his voice filled with exasperation.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered his father's previous comments about his two lackeys.

Crabbe and Goyle, like their father, aren't much smarter than you think. Even if they're absolutely loyal to you, you can't rely on them completely.

I'm impressed, how could you be so right!
Crabbe and Goyle then realized what was happening, hurriedly put down their barrels, and rushed over to help Draco.

But their methods were completely wrong.

Crabbe grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him back forcefully, without even considering that Draco's hand was still stuck in the cage.

"Ah—" Draco screamed in agony, the sound echoing across the entire meadow and instantly drawing everyone's attention.

The guinea fowl in the cage seemed to have won a battle, clucking and squawking. The magical sound, however, sounded particularly jarring to Draco's ears.

"Hiss—" Draco gasped, the wound on his arm still throbbing, even more intensely than when Buckbeak scratched him last year.

But the guinea fowl's enchanting clucking still echoed in his ears. Even though he was in pain and his mouth was clenched, the corners of his mouth kept turning up in uncontrollable laughter, which was the kind of impulse that he knew he should hold back but simply couldn't control.

Hagrid, who was not far away, saw the guinea fowl raise its comb again, as if it was about to launch a third attack. His eyes widened and he hurriedly shouted, "Akun, don't do it!"

He strode over, grabbed Draco's arm, and carefully pulled him away from the cage, afraid that the movement would aggravate his injury.

Hagrid gently lifted Draco's arm with his rough hands, carefully examining the wound. He muttered, "It's alright, the wound isn't deep, it just bled a little. Madam Pomfrey can heal it with a healing spell, it's nothing serious."

As he helped Draco walk toward the school hospital, he explained, "Akun is the oldest guinea fowl here, he's been here for twenty years. He's much more sensitive to malice than the other little guys. He reacts very strongly as soon as he senses any ill intent."

Reaching the edge of the meadow, Hagrid turned back and shouted to the remaining students, "You all wait here. Don't wander off or mess with Arkun. I'll be back after I drop Malfoy off!"

The guinea fowl named "Akun" stood by the cage, watching Hagrid and Draco's departing figures, and shook its head.

It had been so focused on retaliating that it hadn't even had a bite to eat, and it immediately started clucking in dissatisfaction.

The shout reached Crabbe and Goyle's ears, and they instantly lost their composure.

Even though their "leader" had just been taken to the hospital, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha..." Crabbe laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, his fat jiggling.

Gore tried to remain serious while laughing, but couldn't manage it at all, and said intermittently, "I, we don't seem to—gaggaggag—should be laughing."

"I know... hahaha... but I... hahaha—I just can't control myself!"

Crabbe laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, so he simply plopped down on the ground, his fat jiggling with each laugh.

Their willpower was already weak, and they had almost no resistance to the magic of the guinea fowl's call, so they could only let the laughter control them.

Dylan watched this scene unfold.

"Hmm, I can catch a few to keep as pets when I have time."

On the other side, the school hospital was filled with a faint aroma of herbs.

Madam Pomfrey took her wand and gently tapped Draco's injured arm, a soft white light enveloping the wound.

The wound, which was still bleeding, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bruises gradually faded away, quickly returning to normal without leaving a single scar.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, your injuries are fully healed. You can go back to class now. Don't miss any lessons."

Madam Pomfrey put away her wand and said in a calm tone.

In fact, she had previously had some reservations about Hagrid's teaching methods.

Around this time last year, Draco was also injured by magical creatures in Hagrid's class.

But this time she really looked down on Draco.

Guinea fowl don't even qualify as an "X" in the Ministry of Magic's danger rating system.

He was so cowardly that he could get hurt by such a gentle magical creature and even look like he was seriously injured.

"No, Mrs. Pomfrey, my arm still hurts, and I feel a little dizzy."

Draco immediately frowned, deliberately feigning weakness as he leaned against the hospital bed, but his eyes remained fixed firmly on Madam Pomfrey. "I think I might need to be hospitalized for a few days for observation, just in case I develop any aftereffects."

He had his own plans in mind.

If he could stay in the hospital a few more days, he could not only avoid the upcoming classes, but also let his father know that Haig "cannot teach students well".

Maybe Dad will step in and replace Hagrid!

After Hagrid took Draco to the school hospital, a student ran back to tell him that Draco claimed he was badly injured and wanted to stay in the hospital instead of attending classes.

Upon hearing this news, Dylan was taken aback for a moment.

He simply couldn't understand it.

He was only pecked twice by a guinea fowl, and the wound was even healed by Madam Pomfrey with a healing spell. How did it come to the point where he needed to be hospitalized?
He subconsciously glanced at the iron cage next to him, where Ah Kun was still inside, grumbling and making noises.

He looked so docile and ordinary; it was hard to imagine that Draco would make such a fuss over something so trivial.

How could a magical creature that doesn't even qualify for a danger rating from the Ministry of Magic cause the Malfoy family's son to insist on being hospitalized?
"Oh no, do you think Draco might tell his dad about this, like he did last semester?"

Hermione's brows furrowed, her voice filled with worry. She reached out and tugged at Dylan's sleeve. "Last semester, he was scratched by Buckbeak, and Mr. Lucius went all the way to the school and almost got Hagrid fired. If he complains again this time, Hagrid might really be in trouble."

Dylan looked at Hermione's furrowed brows, his tone calm, and smiled: "No, don't worry. The Malfoys value their reputation the most. Last semester, Buckbeak was a Level XXX dangerous magical creature. Even if you were scratched by it, you could still use the excuse that 'the course was unsafe'."

“But this time is different. The guinea fowl doesn’t even have the lowest danger level. If Draco complains to his father because he was pecked by such an animal, it will only make people think that the Malfoys’ young master can’t even handle a chicken. They can’t afford to lose face like that.”

He paused, then continued his analysis: "Draco is now making a fuss about being hospitalized, most likely to take the opportunity to skip a few days of classes, or to deliberately play the victim and embarrass Hagrid."

"If his father knew the truth, Lucius might be the first to scold him. After all, in the eyes of pure-blood nobles, such a 'minor injury' is making a mountain out of a molehill and is too embarrassing."

As Hermione listened to Dylan's analysis, her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her eyes softened.

“What you’re saying makes sense. After all, guinea fowl aren’t really that dangerous. If Draco were to actually complain, he’d just be laughed at.”

Harry, standing nearby, nodded in agreement, adding, "Exactly! He's definitely trying to skip class. I knew it a long time ago!"

(End of this chapter)