Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 295 It's nothing more than training a hawk.

If it were someone else, they might choose to slowly climb over the long paddock fence, or take a running start and then leap over it.

However, Sherlock did not do so.

As he approached the fence, he leaned forward slightly and gently supported himself on the top of the fence with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, Sherlock suddenly exerted his strength, one leg lightly leaping over the railing, followed closely by the other leg, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

After landing, Sherlock was inside the fence. He straightened up without swaying, as if he had just performed an ordinary action.

The entire movement was performed in one smooth and rapid motion, without any hesitation or slackness.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be—silky smooth.

The whole class was stunned.

Even Malfoy, who considered himself Sherlock's nemesis, stared wide-eyed.

He had to admit that Sherlock looked incredibly cool at that moment.

The only one who was unaffected by this was Professor Hagrid.

He saw Sherlock successfully enter the enclosure, untie one of the chains, and pull the gray hippogriff in front of Sherlock.

The whole class snapped out of their daze at Sherlock's smooth hurdling performance and watched the scene intently, holding their breath.

Hermione's hands were already on her knees.

"Very good, you've now made eye contact with Buckbeak!"
Remember, no matter how sore your eyes are, don't blink, and don't look away, otherwise they won't believe you!

Hagrid dutifully stood by and loudly reminded them:
"Pay attention, Sherlock!"

In fact, Sherlock didn't need Hagrid's reminder.

He learned about the habits of these magical creatures from "The Book of Monsters": simply put, it's about outlasting them.

It's just a matter of training the hawk.

This was a piece of cake for Sherlock.

Just as Sherlock had predicted, when Buckbeak turned its fierce gaze toward Sherlock, Sherlock bowed generously to it.

Buckbeak seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but quickly bent his scaly front knee toward Sherlock in a bow.

"Well done, Sherlock, you're truly excellent!"

Hagrid was overjoyed. "Now you can touch it."

Without saying a word, Sherlock immediately started petting the cat.

As it turns out, there's not much difference between petting a cat and petting an eagle.

With gentle, slow, and skillful movements, Buckbeak lazily closed his eyes, appearing quite comfortable.

The whole class cheered, and the little lions roared especially loudly.

There's not much to say about what happened next; Sherlock simply mounted the enormous hippogriff and began to soar freely through the air.

That feeling is different from riding a flying broomstick.

Overall, despite the larger size of the hippogriff, the narrow flying broom is actually more comfortable.

When he flew around the paddock and returned to the ground, he was greeted with even louder cheers and applause than before.

Harry and Ron were the loudest:
"Well done, Sherlock!"

"As expected of the Lion King, he really didn't embarrass us!"

The power of example is endless.

Led by Sherlock, the other students in the class climbed over into the enclosure.

The others were fine, but Malfoy was seething with anger. He took Crabbe and Nobel and consciously tried to do a spectacular hurdle like Shylock.

Unfortunately, some things are easy for others to do, but completely different for you.

Crabbe jumped with both feet at the same time, looking a bit clumsy, and even stumbled when he landed.

Goyle wasn't much better; he was cautious and slow, completely lacking Sherlock's effortless and unrestrained manner.

As for Malfoy, he did indeed learn Sherlock's moves.

However, he was already shorter than Sherlock, and just as his second leg was about to catch up with his first, he got stuck.

Then he ended up sitting on the fence, which was incredibly embarrassing.

more importantly……

"hiss--!"

Malfoy gasped.

"Draco, are you alright?"

Seeing this, Clark and Gore quickly helped him down from the fence.

"I, I'm fine..."

If it were any other place where he bumped or grazed someone, or even if he were scratched by a hippogriff, Malfoy would definitely lie down on the spot and throw a tantrum.

While shouting "I'm going to die, I'm going to die," they took this opportunity to cause trouble.

Even if we can't get Hagrid out of his position as teacher, we should definitely teach him a lesson.

But now...

Injury to a vital area, especially while trying to look cool, is something even the most shameless Malfoy wouldn't do: lying on the ground rolling around with his hands covering his groin in front of so many people.

Therefore, all they could do was swallow their pride and bear the pain.

"I'm fine. The three of us can choose one. You go first, and I'll sit and watch your performance."

Seeing that people were already looking in their direction, Malfoy quickly made arrangements, leaning against a tree and slowly sitting down.

Crabbe and Goyle's intelligence goes without saying; when Malfoy said he was fine, neither of them gave it a second thought. Hagrid glanced in their direction, but didn't think much of it either, simply untying the hippogriffs one by one.

Soon, all the students in the entire enclosure began to bow nervously.

However, it was precisely in this process that the young wizards deeply understood what it meant to be able to learn something at a glance but fail to master it once they started learning.

Just taking the first step of making eye contact with the hippogriff as an example, it was clear that Sherlock and Buckbeak had no trouble making eye contact, but when it was their turn, tears quickly welled up in their eyes.

This forced them to blink, which was incredibly tiring.

Of course, some young wizards did manage to survive this ordeal.

But when they bowed to the hippogriff facing them, it arrogantly refused to respond.

In this situation, Neville had to back away from them time and time again.

"Navie, wake up!"

Hagrid then loudly encouraged it from the side, "You're also from Gryffindor, so don't embarrass us!"

"I...I'll try again..."

Harry and Ron were paired together and chose the reddish-brown one.

Harry forced himself not to blink and successfully passed the first test. After bowing, he received a response and became the second young wizard to ride a hippogriff into the sky.

"He truly is the Lion King and the Savior; he's just different from everyone else!"

Watching Harry soar freely through the air, the young wizards couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

The little snakes, however, did not look too happy.

They all looked at Malfoy.

In the past, he was the one who would handle such situations.

However, Malfoy is now in a terrible predicament and is unable to make an effective response. He can only continue to lean against the big tree and pretend to look around at the scenery.

As for Crabbe and Goyle...

Frankly, you'd be better off relying on Neville Longbottom than on them.

At least they've already completed the first step.

Taking advantage of Clark and Gore's large bodies blocking her way, Pansy Parkinson seized the opportunity to run to Malfoy's side and sit down next to him.

"Are you alright, Draco?"

Pansy's gaze was mostly fixed on Malfoy, so she clearly saw the moment when Malfoy was injured while hurdling.

"I'm fine." Malfoy made a face, feigning bravery.
"I know you must be in a lot of pain."

Pansy whispered to Malfoy, "Let me rub it for you."

"what?"

"It's okay, Clark and Goyle will block the view, so no one can see it."

"That...can't be done!"

Sherlock, somewhat speechless, turned his gaze to Hermione beside him.

She chose Buckbeak as her hippogriff and then dragged Sherlock along to watch.

"Sherlock, that height should be fine. I tried it before when I was riding a flying broom."

Hermione's voice trembled slightly.

In order to overcome her fear of heights and further improve her flying skills, Hermione had originally planned to practice flying with Sherlock again last semester.

Unfortunately, Lucius's act of buying seven Nimbus 2001s for Slytherin greatly provoked the other three houses, causing them to practice more frequently, which greatly reduced Sherlock and Hermione's practice time.

Not to mention the locked-room incident that followed.

So, having finally gotten the chance to fly, Hermione was unwilling to miss it.

At this moment, Buckbeak had already bowed to her, and she was slapping Buckbeak's mouth.

Buckbeak glanced at Sherlock and Hermione with some surprise, seemingly wondering why it wasn't Sherlock, who had better skills, who was handling the eagle.

However, since Hermione had been very sincere when she bowed, it did not show any resistance.

"Sherlock, I think I can fly now, like riding a flying broomstick? Is there anything I need to be careful about?"

As a good student, Hermione naturally wouldn't miss any opportunity to learn, especially with their flight imminent, she seized the time to ask Sherlock for advice.

"It is somewhat different from a flying broom."

First, you need to hold its neck tightly with both hands, because its feathers are very smooth and will cause you to keep sliding down.

Secondly, you need to keep your legs together, as it will trip your calves when it flaps its wings. Although it won't throw you off, it will feel very uncomfortable.

Secondly, its hind legs will bounce up and down, and you'll have to find a way to get used to it..."

Sherlock gave Hermione instructions, and all the young wizards nearby who were planning to fly around like Sherlock pricked up their ears to listen.

Seeing that Hermione was already mounted, Sherlock patted Buckbeak's hind leg. "Let's go!"

As Buckbeak soared into the sky, Hermione couldn't help but scream and hug Buckbeak's neck tightly.

After Buckbeak carried Hermione around the paddock and back to the ground, everyone cheered again, encouraging her.

Hermione was radiant.

For her, this was much more difficult than getting good grades on an exam.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the winged griffons spread their wings and carried one little wizard after another into the sky.

“Sherlock, I feel you are more suited to be a teacher than I am.”

Hagrid looked up at the scene and was filled with emotion.

(End of this chapter)