Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 294 How did a hunting ground guard suddenly become a professor?
Professor Hagrid did not keep the students waiting for long.

Just a few minutes later, commotion came from the forbidden forest.

Sherlock had excellent eyesight and immediately spotted a large group of guys running towards them.

Good heavens, no wonder it's Hagrid, he managed to create more than a dozen hippogriffs all by himself.

Of course, Sherlock was somewhat surprised, but he didn't show it.

He was able to remain calm, but the others were not.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-!"

One of the little witches couldn't help but let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Although I had already seen pictures of the hippogriff in the book "Monsters of Monsters", there is still a difference between seeing a picture and seeing the real thing.

The key issue is that this thing is a bit too big.

When a dozen or so animals charged toward them side by side, it was naturally quite frightening.

Not to mention the little witch, even the boys couldn't help but back away.

No one laughed at them.

It's truly terrifying.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt you!"

As Hagrid spoke, he raised his hand, and only then did everyone see Hagrid behind the monsters.

He held a large handful of chains in his palm-leaf-sized hand.

Looking along the chains, you can see they are tied to the rough leather collars around the necks of these monsters.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Hagrid hasn't gone so far as to let these monsters roam freely.

Only then did the young wizard have time to examine them closely.

As the name suggests.

The hippogriff has the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse; its forelegs, wings, and head are like those of an eagle; its cold, sharp beak is the color of steel, and its bright, large eyes are orange.

However, what is most eye-catching are the eagle claws on their front legs, which are half a foot long and inevitably evoke some cruel images.

Indeed, this is true. According to the description in "The Book of Yokai," the winged beast with a hippopotamus head and a horse's body has a history of injuring people.

Hagrid had already brought all the monsters into the enclosure and chained them up.

This action caused all the students to step back.

Hagrid, however, seemed oblivious to this, and grinned at the whole class:
"What a beautiful and adorable little one! Don't you think so?"

"pretty?"

"Little cutie?"

Hagrid's aesthetic sense has always been different from that of ordinary people.

Previously, only Sherlock and Harry, a few people who were close to Hagrid, knew this.

But starting from this lesson, all the students in the school will soon know about this big guy's hobby.

"It's really good."

Seeing Sherlock nod slightly, the little lion and snake nearby looked at him in surprise.

Is the Lion King truly extraordinary?
“Overcome your fears, set aside your prejudices, and observe them carefully,” Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “They are indeed very beautiful.”

"Should we cast aside...fear?"

Harry always believed Sherlock's words without question.

So at this moment, I tried my best to observe according to his method.

At first he was a little confused, but gradually he understood what Sherlock, or rather Hagrid, meant.

As Sherlock said, if you put aside your fear of these monsters, their huge bodies are majestic and imposing, their entire bodies are filled with a strong sense of aggression, and their shiny fur gradually transitions from feathers to hair.

What's even more interesting is that each hippogriff is a different color.

A kaleidoscope of black, a kaleidoscope of gray, a kaleidoscope of white...

"very good!"

Hagrid, not caring whether the others understood him or not, rubbed his hands together with a smile: "Everyone can come closer to take a look."

That being said, not many people are willing to get any closer.

"Sherlock?"

Seeing Hagrid's somewhat troubled expression, Harry couldn't help but look at Sherlock.

"Let's go."

Sherlock nodded and took a few steps forward first.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately followed.

Neville Longbottom glanced at Sherlock, recalling how he used to follow him every morning during the previous school year. He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and finally overcame his fear, cautiously approaching the fence.

Once Nawei takes action, the demonstration effect will be extraordinary.

As is widely known, Neville Longbottom was a badger who infiltrated a pride of lions.

Although he was sorted into Gryffindor, he was the most timid person in the entire grade.

She's not even as good as some little witches.

But now that even he dares to approach these monsters, there's really no reason for anyone else to back down.

This is especially true for Gryffindor.

The little lions looked at each other, then resolutely went up to her.

Upon closer inspection, they were surprised to discover the monster's beauty.

At this point, mockery of Slytherin naturally arose.

Despite his reluctance, Malfoy, who had been whispering with Crabbe and Goyle, couldn't stand the provocative looks from the lion cubs.

"Let's go!" With the three of them leading the way, the other little snakes followed suit and all gathered around the fence.

Hagrid was overjoyed to see this.

Sure enough, I do have a real talent for being a teacher!

"Remember, the first thing you need to know about hippogriffs is that they are all very proud!"

"I don't know if they are proud or not, but you are certainly very proud."

Ron couldn't help but make a comment.

Standing not far from him were Parvati Petit and Lavender Brown, both of whom couldn't help but smile when they heard him say that.

"The hippogriff is easily angered, so never humiliate it, or you might lose your life."

“If it were me, I wouldn’t bring them to class at all,” Ron muttered again, “You know, some people are just masochistic.”

As he spoke, he glanced in the direction of Slytherin, his meaning clear.

"Pfft~"

Upon hearing this, Lavender Brown couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his gaze towards Ron became even more curious.

"Although it has already been said in that book, I still want to emphasize it again:"
We must wait for the hippogriffs to make the first move—that's polite to them.

Walk towards it and bow. If it bows back, you can touch it.

But what if it doesn't bow to you...?

Hagrid glanced at the entire class as he finished speaking.

This sent a chill down the spines of most people.

"Then get away from it quickly, or those claws will hurt you—alright, who wants to go first?"

They knew they were getting serious.

The students immediately began to back away—the courage they had just been inspired seemed to vanish in an instant.

The main reason was that after hearing Hagrid's words, these monsters started shaking their heads and spreading their wings at them, clearly a provocation.

Especially their agitated appearance, as if they were unwilling to be tied up here, just waiting for someone to go up and get a good scratch from them.

"Isn't anyone here?"

Seeing Hagrid's pleading expression, Sherlock couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

He could understand Hagrid.

Although Hagrid has indeed been exonerated.

However, as Hagrid himself said, he didn't know how he, a gamekeeper at Hogwarts, suddenly became a professor teaching students.
But Headmaster Dumbledore said that everyone had already discussed and decided on the matter.

So, Hagrid's current behavior is actually a result of not yet adapting to this role change, and naturally he is somewhat apprehensive.

However, understanding does not equate to agreement.

This tall guy really doesn't know how to be a teacher.

Why would someone beg students to cooperate with them?
Now that the method has been explained, we might as well just arrange for the students to take the course.

Not going?

Points will be deducted if you don't pass!
As long as the procedure is just and the students' safety can be guaranteed, just go for it.

"Let me do it."

Harry finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Although he had his doubts, this was, after all, Hagrid's first lesson.

If Hagrid doesn't even have someone to cooperate with, the blow to his good friend will be enormous.

However, to his surprise, immediately after he said those words, a collective gasp of astonishment came from behind him.

Turning around unexpectedly, he saw Petit say, "No, Harry—don't forget your tea!"

_

Harry ignored her.

But just as he was about to climb over the fence, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

That hand was so strong and powerful that once it pressed down on his shoulder, he could no longer move.

"Sherlock?"

Harry turned around in surprise to look at his older brother.

What's happening here?
"Don't you also think..."

Harry instinctively assumed that Sherlock also believed Professor Trelawney's nonsense, but then he thought it was impossible.

He and Hermione had always been on the same side and scoffed at the idea.

No, it should be said that Hermione scoffed at it.

Sherlock was slightly better; he was skeptical of the matter—unless evidence could be found.

Sure enough, Sherlock shook his head and looked at the hippogriffs:
"I just want to ride them and soar through the sky even more than you do—Professor, is that alright?"

"of course can!"

Hagrid was overjoyed to hear Sherlock's words.

Although it might be a bit harsh to say it like this, deep down, he truly believed that Sherlock was more trustworthy than Harry.

Harry could certainly help, but if Sherlock were to help, it would be absolutely foolproof.

In fact, if Harry hadn't volunteered, he would have directly called on Sherlock.

Seeing that Sherlock and Hagrid were both heading in the same direction, Harry had no choice but to back down.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Sherlock slowly walked forward.

He stopped when he saw the long fence blocking his way.

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