Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 189 Snape in a terrible mood
"Don't rush, Damon, let's wait for them to make the first move."

Hagrid seemed to realize his mistake, or perhaps he simply went along with Damon's behavior and continued explaining.

"Now that it has noticed you, bow to it first. If it bows back to you, you can touch it."

If it doesn't bow, get away from it quickly, because those claws can hurt you.

"Bow, will you let me pass?"

Damon had no intention of taking any action, nor did he need to—he simply approached, and the hippogriffs began to panic—after all, Damon had been feeding Norwegian Ridgebacks of difficulty 5X and Thunderbirds of difficulty 4X for a long time, and his body was already imbued with a strong dragon's might and thunderous aura.

This smell is undetectable to humans, but it is as fragrant as incense to these magical creatures.

"Gah-"

The lead hippogriff let out a strange cry similar to that of a platypus, and despite the chain around its neck, immediately lowered its head and prostrated itself before Damon so that Damon could reach out and stroke its head.

"Oh—this—this is a special case, please don't take it seriously."

Hagrid was stunned by the scene before him. His dazed look made Hermione wonder if he had forgotten all the amazing things Damon had done before—even the ferocious Norwegian Ridgeback was as docile as a dog in front of Damon, so it was only natural that the Hippogriff would behave this way.

Damon had already mounted the leader of the herd—it even let out a majestic cry and spread its wings as if it were about to take off at any moment.

The witches were mesmerized by Damon's knightly figure and wished they could frantically record it with cameras like Harry's fanboy Colin—but they didn't have the guts, because Damon wasn't a nice guy and wouldn't tolerate such unwarranted harassment.

But it won't be long. I heard that a seventh-grade student is researching a new magic camera that will allow for discreet photography.

"Alright—anyone else want to try?"

Hagrid saw the light in Harry and the others' eyes and encouraged them.

"I come!"

Harry took the lead, but the Parvati sisters worriedly reminded him:

"Oh no, Harry, think about your tea!"

They were clearly also Trelawney's vassals, believing that an ominous sign could befall Harry at any moment.

Hahe ignored them, climbed over the fence of the enclosure, and began to try to interact with a harpy named 'Buckbeak'.

"Could you ask your friends to be a little gentler? These are all children—of course, if you don't like them, just ignore them, but don't hurt them."

Damon whispered a few words in the leader's ear, and it obediently cried out, then spread its wings and began to give orders to the other members of its kind.

Thanks to this, at the end of the class, everyone successfully rode a hippogriff. Malfoy, who was originally going to cause trouble in this incident, held his breath and carefully completed the whole process.

When he succeeded, Harry and Ron saw him riding on horseback with his arms outstretched, looking as excited as a kindergarten child.

"He's not as cold-blooded as he thinks, is he?"

Ron glanced at Malfoy and whispered to Harry beside him.

Harry had been worried all class that Malfoy would ruin Hagrid's first lesson, but now he was relieved.

Although the whole process was thrilling, it was generally enjoyable. After the lesson, the students' liking for Hagrid increased significantly—even though the creatures this big guy brought were indeed dangerous, they were also very interesting, weren't they?
Their goodwill will last—until Hagrid causes trouble in class.

After class, Damon and his friends didn't rush to leave, but instead chatted with the excited Hagrid.

"Hagrid, congratulations on your first lesson, very good. I mean, it can actually be even better, would you like to?"

After exchanging glances, Hermione finally stepped forward. 'Why am I the bad guy!' Hermione glared at the three boys, but still forced herself to say those words to Hagrid.

“Yes—I know.” Hagrid wiped away large tears from the corners of his eyes. “If it weren’t for Damon, this class would have been terrible. I know—I’ll be more careful next time.”

Malfoy is actually right; I should have prepared the teaching materials in advance.

Suggestions offered during successes are far more acceptable than reflections after failures.

Hagrid, unusually, humbly accepted Hermione's suggestions and promised to make changes next time.

“Hey Damon, do you want to take Isabella with you?” Hagrid pointed to the lead hippogriff. “I have a feeling it’ll go with you if you ask.”

Harry Ron turned to look at Damon with envy—after the ride, they both dreamed of having a mount like that—especially considering Damon also had a dragon and a thunderbird.
"No need, Hagrid. Since the hippogriff is a social animal, it won't be happy if I take it away—I already have enough to deal with with the dragons and thunderbirds."

"Okay, if that's your decision."

Hagrid scratched his head and led the creatures back into the Forbidden Forest.

Professor Snape was very angry during the first Potions class of the new semester.

He attacked almost every student indiscriminately—except for the Slytherin students who were spared, almost every Gryffindor student was verbally abused by him at least twice for justifiable reasons.

Harry, Ron, and Neville were the hardest hit.

Neville's clumsiness with potions already annoyed Snape, and he wouldn't let Damon help Neville—that would defeat the purpose of teaching.

As a result, by the time get out of class ended, Harry felt his hair was all wet—it was all spittle from Snape's passionate outburst.

"Orange, Longbottom."

Snape scooped out a little of the potion with a spoon and then let it splash back into the cauldron so that everyone could see it.

"Orange, tell me! Child! Has something seeped into your thick skull?"

Didn't you hear me say, very clearly, that only a drop of mouse bile is needed? Didn't I say clearly that adding a little leech juice would suffice? How can I make you understand, Longbottom?"

Neville's face turned pink, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but to Snape's surprise, he managed to maintain a calm expression, as if he were forcing himself to stay composed.

"I understand, Professor, I will correct it."

Neville picked up his notebook and quickly jotted down the words "leech juice," which made Snape's expression soften, but then become even more irritating.

It's hard to imagine that such contradictory feelings could exist in one person at the same time.

"Longbottom, before get out of class ends today, I'm going to give your toad a few drops of this medicine and see what happens."

Perhaps doing this will encourage you to make this medicine properly.

Neville turned ashen-faced upon hearing this—but Damon had already been kicked out of the classroom by Snape after the potion was completed, clearly indicating that the old bat had come prepared.

"Don't be afraid of him, Neville, Damon will take care of him."

Harry and Ron secretly cheered Neville on.

"Deduct five points from Gryffindor! Because you—Potter—spoke ill of the professor behind his back!"

(End of this chapter)