Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 531, page 529: The Enhancement of Fantastic Beast Talents (4k)

A sound came from the distance of the forbidden forest, a clattering sound, like horses' hooves pounding the ground.

The wizards saw a dozen or so animals trotting toward them.

They were strange to any young wizard who came to class.

They have the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but their forelegs, wings, and heads resemble those of an eagle.

Their cold, sharp beaks are the color of steel, and their bright, large eyes are orange. The talons on their forelegs are half a foot long, giving them a fearsome appearance.

Each monster had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was attached by a long chain.

All the chains were held in Hagrid's large hands as he followed the monsters slowly into the enclosure.

"Quick, over there!"

He roared, shaking the chain to urge the monsters toward the fence where the whole class was standing.

"Come with me."

The stone slab on Sheen's chest floated slightly as several "monsters" he and his butler, Pukchi, approached him.

They gently lowered their heads, and Sheen skillfully lowered his head in return.

Then, the "monsters" stood behind Sheen.

The other half walked towards Hagrid.

"That's right, that's exactly it—did you see that—"

Hagrid excitedly told the wizards.

"What are you seeing... Does that mean we'll have to bow to these things like this later?"

Ron looked completely bewildered.

Harry grinned.

"Oh, you don't understand,"

Hagrid scratched his head, walked over, and tied the monsters to the fence.

"Because I haven't said it yet."

As the "monsters" approached, the students all took a small step back.

"A winged beast with a hippopotamus head!"

Hagrid waved to the wizards and roared happily.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Sheen silently observed the young wizards. Once one of them overcame the fear of seeing the half-horse, half-bird monster for the first time, they would begin to admire the shimmering fur of the hippogriff.

The colors of each monster gradually transition from feathers to fur.
Stormy gray, bronze, pinkish-brown, shimmering reddish-brown, and inky black.

Xavier, Vance, Emilia, Sienna, and Buckbeak...

Sheehan was so familiar with every blade of grass and every tree in Hogwarts Castle, including, of course, the several hippogriffs he cared for.

Sheen looked up, the intoxicating afternoon sunlight spilling across every patch of fertile land, the soft pale green landscape in the distance forming the serene main melody of Hogwarts.

Sheehan recalled the days when he and Professor Sprout picked citrus and jasmine, and Hagrid flew through the forest on his hippogriff.

He stroked the dark feathers on Buckbeak's head, and the tall and majestic beast seemed like a child in front of him.

The young wizard sometimes thought that he would take care of the hippogriffs, and Hogwarts would naturally take care of him as well.

"it is good,"

Hagrid rubbed his hands together and looked at everyone with a smile, saying...

"If you want to get closer..."

It seemed that no one wanted to; only Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione cautiously approached the fence.

If Justin were there, Sheehan would think they were in Hope Lodge.

“Alright, I’ll say it again. Remember, the first thing you need to know about hippogriffs is that they are all very proud,”

Hagrid said,
"The hippogriff is easily angered. Never humiliate it, or you might lose your life."

Sheen saw that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle weren't listening at all; they were huddled together whispering.

It seemed as if they were plotting how to make a complete mess of the class.

"We must wait for the hippogriff to make the first move,"

Hagrid continued,

"It's polite, understand? You walk up to it, bow, and if it bows back to you, you can touch it."

If it doesn't bow, get away from it immediately; its claws can hurt you.

"Alright—who wants to go first?"

Upon hearing this, most of the students took a step back, and even Harry and the others had doubts.

The winged creatures with the heads of hordes of eagles and the wings of horses shook their ferocious heads and stretched out their powerful wings, seemingly unwilling to be chained up like this.

"Nobody?"

Hagrid said with a pleading expression on his face.

"It's okay...there's no danger."

Sheen added.

When the Void Symbol floats, Buckbeak is in sync with him and will no longer go berserk when provoked.

But it will still scare disobedient wizards...

Only then did the young wizards show interest.

"Oh, I don't know what I would do without you."

Hagrid grinned at Sheehan.

As the young wizards hesitated, a voice drifted out from behind the crowd.

"I'll do it."

Harry stepped forward excitedly.

A collective gasp came from behind him, and Lavender and Parvati said in unison:
"No, Harry, don't forget your tea!"

Harry ignored them.

He climbed over the fence of the paddock.

"Well done, Harry!"

Hagrid said in a loud and boisterous voice

“Alright—let’s see how you deal with Buckbeak.”

He untied a chain, pulled the gray harpy-headed horse-bodied winged beast away from its companion, and removed its leather collar.

The students standing on the other side of the field seemed to be holding their breath.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes with ill intent.

"Now it's easier, Harry,"

Hagrid said softly
“You’ve made eye contact with it, don’t blink—if you blink too often, the hippogriff won’t believe you…”

Harry soon started to cry, but he didn't close his eyes.

Buckbeak turned its big, pointed head and stared at Harry with one fierce orange eye.

"Alright, Buckbeak."

Sheen said.

Buckbeak shook his head slightly.

"Right, quick!"

Hagrid said,
"Quick, Harry...bow now..."

Harry was reluctant to expose the back of his neck to Buckbeak, but remembering Sheehan's assurance that there was no risk, he did as Hagrid instructed.

He quickly bowed and raised his head.

The hippogriff still stared arrogantly at Harry.

It didn't move.

"what,"

Hagrid said, his voice tinged with worry.

“Okay—now back up, Harry, back up easily—”

"Bakbik".

Sheen called softly again.

He could sense Buckbeak's approval of Harry, but now he was more interested in playing around.

To Harry's great surprise, the hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly forelegs and made a clear bow.

"Well done, Harry!"

Hagrid said with ecstasy,

“Alright—you can touch it now! Pat its mouth, go ahead!” Harry thought it would be better to reward him by stepping back, so he slowly walked towards the hippogriff and reached out his hand.

He patted its mouth a few times, and the hippogriff lazily closed its eyes, seemingly quite pleased.

All the students cheered, except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who seemed extremely disappointed.

“Very well, Harry,”

Hagrid said,
"I think it will let you ride it!"

This was something Harry hadn't expected.

He looked at the creature that resembled both an eagle and a horse.

"I...you...and the horse..."

Harry's speech became slurred.

"Oh dear—climb up there, right behind the wing joint,"

Hagrid said excitedly and nonchalantly,
"Remember, never pluck its feathers, it won't like it..."

Harry had no choice but to put his feet on Buckbeak's wings, do a pull-up, and climb onto its back.

Buckbeak stood up.

Harry didn't know where to grab on.

Everywhere in front of him was covered with feathers.

"Let's go!"

Hagrid roared, then looked at Sheen.

Sheen nodded slowly.

Soon, twelve-foot-long wings unfolded on either side of Harry, and before he could grab the hippogriff by the neck, it flew into the air.

This is completely different from riding a flying broomstick, and Harry knows which one he prefers.

The wings of the hippogriff flapped on either side of him, making him very uncomfortable and constantly tripping his legs, making him feel like he was about to be thrown off.

"Oh, please, Sheen..."

Hagrid looked embarrassed.

“You said to be gentle, look, Harry is trembling…”

"Ah."

Sheen nodded.

"Sienna."

Sheen called out.

A reddish-brown eagle with glossy, shimmering feathers stepped out with elegant strides.

It lowered its head and gently used its wings to attach Sheen to its back.

"Can we do it like this?"

Ron stared wide-eyed at Harry, then at Sheehan.

"Forget about it. This is the first time I've ever seen it—the hippogriffs will never again use their noble wings on another person like this."

Hagrid interrupted Ron, then watched as the two young wizards rose from the ground.

Flying on a broomstick is a completely different experience from riding a massive magical creature.

Sheen had experienced being pulled by a dragon before, but only when he was truly close to a magical creature could he feel that burning heartbeat, and even the cold wind at high altitude seemed a little warmer.

[You have gained the favor of the fantastic beast Sienna by the standards of a master, affinity +300]

【Hippogriff Buckbeak: Affinity (2800/3000)】

[Advanced: Having seven trusted (expert) magical creature companions unlocks the entry-level title in the magical creature realm]

With the Fantastic Beasts Expert title about to be unlocked, Sheen will also be able to unlock his second complete Epic talent.

The smooth feathers slid under Sheen's fingers, and he gently tugged at them.

The wizard's broom moves very gently, but at this moment the hippogriff's hind legs rise and fall with the flapping of its wings, and Sheen also bounces violently up and down.

“Sheen—”

Harry had clearly spotted Sheehan; his voice was hoarse, and his mouth was wide open, looking like a pocket in the wind.

"Don't worry, Harry."

Sheen offered a word of comfort.

The ground and the towering buildings of Hogwarts sank down and soon disappeared from sight.

They rose higher and higher, and a few seconds later, the entire island appeared below them, shrouded in mist and shimmering faintly.

This is another world.

The giant beast's wings swept through the soft sea of ​​clouds, and under the dazzling sunlight, the sky was a bright, boundless blue.

"Oh my god—"

Harry shouted with joy and freedom.

Meanwhile, Sheen leaned against Sienna's fluffy back feathers, smiling slightly as he opened the control panel.

[Name: Sheehan Green]

[Wizard Sheen, Potions Talent: Blue]

[Wizard Sheen, Herbalist Talent: Blue]

[Wizard Sheen, Magical Beast Talent: Pale Purple]

[Wizard Sheen, Spellcasting Talent: Pale Purple]

[Wizard Sheen, Polymorph Talent: Purple]

[Wizard Sheen, Dark Magic Talent: Gold]

[Wizard Sheen, Alchemy Talent: Gold]

Soon, possibly today, Sheen will unlock his expert title in the field of magical creatures.

Sheen believes that the previous Master level title did not bring about an improvement in talent.

But more than that, Sheen cared about the two prophecies.

His third eye is about to open...

What does it mean?
Time passed by in a flash.

The wizards on land heard a loud bang.

The two wizards emerged from the beast's fur like returning warriors.

Harry was excited; with Sheen by his side, he had completely forgotten his fear.

Sheen continued to gaze gently at Sienna; just moments ago, a new title had been unlocked.

“Well done, Harry! Thank you, dear Assistant Professor Sheehan—”

Hagrid shouted, and all the students except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered and applauded.
"Alright, who else wants to try?"

Encouraged by Harry's success, and accompanied by his teaching assistant, the rest of the class carefully climbed over the fence.

Hagrid untied the hippogriffs one by one, and soon, throughout the entire paddock, the students were bowing nervously.

Neville backed away from his hippogriff again and again, because it seemed unwilling to bend its knees.

Sheen walked over silently, and soon Neville gained his first hippogriff companion.

Meanwhile, Sheehan also noticed that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had chosen Buckbeak.

It had already bowed to Malfoy, who was patting its mouth, striking an arrogant pose.

"That's easy,"

Malfoy spoke in a drawn-out tone, loud enough for Harry to hear.
“I knew it would be like this all along. Since Potter could do it... I dare say you're not in any danger at all, are you?”

He said to the hippogriff:

"Is it you, you ugly beast?"

Suddenly, steel-like claws flashed, and Malfoy let out a piercing scream as Buckbeak stretched out his neck to bite Malfoy again.

Hagrid struggled to put the collar back on Malfoy, who lay curled up on the grass, crying out for help.

"I'm dying!"

Malfoy was yelling, and the whole class panicked.

"I'm going to die! Look at me! It's killing me!"

"what happened to you?"

Hagrid rushed over.

Are you alright?

Hagrid's expression gradually became strange.

(End of this chapter)