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Chapter 532 (530): Direct Communication with Fantastic Beasts (4k)

"It's going to kill me!"

Malfoy completely ignored Hagrid and continued shouting.

The wizards gathered around, watching Malfoy clutch his arm as if it were broken.

Hagrid lifted Malfoy up effortlessly.

Malfoy's arm was pried open by Hagrid, but he was perfectly fine.

Sheen came over and saw Malfoy looking at his arm with a tense expression—it was intact, except for being a little trembling.

"It...it was going to kill me..."

Malfoy's face flushed slightly, but he still spoke firmly.

"We all saw it! The monster raised its claws, it was just a hair's breadth away!"

Pansy Parkinson said with tears in her eyes, her body trembling slightly.

Sheehan could tell that she was genuinely scared.

The Slytherin students were all loudly complaining about Hagrid.

Hagrid's face gradually turned pale; he wanted to explain something, but couldn't speak.

"He's fine."

Just then, a voice, neither too loud nor too soft, quelled the commotion.

The dark-haired wizard slowly approached. He first glanced at Malfoy, whose face was flushed, and then said in a voice that even the most distant wizards could just hear:

"Hippogriffs are proud animals, and such provocative behavior in the wild would only bring great danger... but if the wizard follows their rules... it won't be difficult..."

Sheen gently raised his hand, and Buckbeak placed his large head on Sheen's hand.

This was a stark contrast to his earlier fierce and menacing appearance.

The wizards held their breath, watching as the proud beast nuzzled the face of the young black-haired wizard and let out a slightly pleased hiss.

In 1750, Article 73 was added to the International Law of Magical Secrecy, and the Ministries of Magic around the world still abide by this article today:

Each wizarding authority will be responsible for hiding, caring for, and controlling all magical creatures residing within their jurisdiction.

If such an animal poses a threat to society or attracts the attention of Muggles, then the magical regulatory body of that country will be subject to disciplinary action by the International Wizarding Federation.

Sheehan read aloud softly a passage from *Grimm's Notebook: A History of Fantastic Beasts*.
"The ingredients for wizards' potions and wands are all derived from magical creatures."

Magical creatures living in a magical civilization, together with wizards, have contributed to the creation of magic.

Naturally, care also becomes an obligation. In this process, weakness is not an obstacle to civilization; arrogance is.

Therefore, any wizard who has read an interesting history of magical creatures will know this sentence.

To be honest, this opening is as famous as the opening of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

"Mr. Malfoy."

Sheehan mentioned Malfoy directly for the first time, and Malfoy obviously didn't expect it to happen under these circumstances.

For the first time, he felt lost.

He felt that the wizard in front of him, whom the Malfoy family wanted to rely on, was very different from what he had imagined.

"Are you scared? I mean... you can leave get out of class now, you'd better go to the school clinic."

Hagrid snapped out of his daze and immediately asked.

"I... I didn't!"

Malfoy forced himself to stand up and left the Forbidden Forest with the rest of the Slytherins.

"Ha...it's all Malfoy's fault!"

Before they left, Dean Thomas said bluntly.

Crabbe and Gore, upon hearing this, flexed their muscles menacingly.

They glanced again at the calmly observing animal protection teaching assistant, and then fell silent.

The remaining Gryffindors were chattering amongst themselves.

Sheen and Hagrid exchanged a glance, and Hagrid raised his hand.

"Oh, wow, that was thrilling... but you must have learned a lot... that's exactly what I wanted to see."

What adorable and magical creatures they are! You have observed them, and if you treat them with kindness, you will receive kindness in return.
If it's arrogance and ignorance, oh dear, that would be terrible...

Hagrid spoke in that deliberately profound tone.

"I guess Sheehan taught Hagrid."

Ron muttered something in surprise.

Although Harry wanted to argue for Hagrid, considering Hagrid's large head, Harry also believed that there was no such thing in it.

The Gryffindors didn't know Hagrid that well; they were taken aback at first, then applauded in approval.

"He's absolutely right..."

"I thought he was some big, dumb guy."

"It seems we've got a pretty good professor..."

Hagrid blushed uncontrollably upon hearing their words.

He chuckled and safely escorted each little wizard into the castle.

He came back jogging, his face as red as a big apple.

“You did a great job, Hagrid.”

Sheen said encouragingly.

"oops!"

Hagrid was trembling with joy.

Sheen knew that becoming a good professor was Hagrid's dream.

He was a loyal follower of Headmaster Dumbledore, and he had always admired the greatest white wizard of the century.

Now, he has become a qualified professor.

How proud Dumbledore would be of him!

"This is all thanks to you."

Hagrid waved his hand shyly.

"Headmaster Dumbledore... will be happy for you."

Sheen whispered another word of encouragement.

"Hey! We should celebrate!"

Hagrid was so excited he almost fainted.

He rushed into the small house.

Hagrid's cabin had only one room, with a huge bed in one corner covered with a quilt made of scraps of cloth.

In front of the fire were equally large wooden tables and chairs, and above the fire hung a large pile of cured hams and dead birds from the ceiling.

Hagrid started making tea and hummed a song as he cooked pumpkin juice for Sheen.

Although the little wizard never admits that he likes it, it seems that no one knows.

Only now did Sheen have a chance to look at his newly unlocked title.

[Title: Fantastic Beasts Favorite]

[Greatly increases affinity with magical creatures, greatly increases understanding of magical creatures, greatly enhances magical creature talents, and slightly increases the ability to directly communicate with magical creatures.]

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

Significantly enhance magical creature talents?
Sheen examined it curiously.

[Wizard Sheen, Fantastic Beast Talent: Purple (Blessed by the title of Fantastic Beast Favorite, original talent was white) Note: Normal wizards have green]

[Evaluation: You are naturally favored by magical creatures and can communicate with them to some extent.]

You are a once-in-a-century genius in the magical field of magical creature research. Given time to accumulate wisdom, you are destined to become a pivotal master in the field of magical creature research.

Able to communicate briefly with magical creatures...

Sheen carefully observed this sentence.

I suddenly realized that I was becoming more and more like the wizards I used to remember.

It can freely transform objects, giving them life; it can turn wizards and even Muggles into animals; and now it can even communicate directly with animals…

But how should we communicate?
Sheen curiously walked out of the cabin.

Outside, Hagrid, who had just gone out to pick pumpkins, was facing his first challenge of the day.

"My darling, Buckbeak, how could I forget you?"

Hagrid nestled close to Buckbeak's wing, his eyebrows arched like goose eggs.

Buckbeak was no longer gentle and dark-skinned; instead, the whites of his eyes were clearly visible, and his gaze became stiff and fixed.

Its eyes were fixed on Hagrid, who was making it angry, with its ears and nose turned in that direction.

Its breathing became heavier, its nostrils opened into a circle, and the air it exhaled became much coarser.

It was clearly angry with Hagrid. "Forget about it, Hagrid."

Sheen recounted the facts.

After Hagrid realized he had learned a perfect lesson, he hummed a song and led the vultures away, completely absorbed in his own world.

Buckbeak, completely oblivious to being provoked, managed to control his anger.

Hagrid is now getting his comeuppance after leaving Buckbeak in the past – Buckbeak is going to bang his head against his house.

"Sheen...don't say anymore, I understand..."

Hagrid turned away with a gloomy face, muttering something as if he were about to cry.

Sheen then looked at Buckbeak, whose body was leaning back and its forelimbs were off the ground, assuming a "human-standing" posture.

This is a serious threat from the equine vulture, meaning it might stomp or smash the vulture with its front hooves.

"hiss--"

Buckbeak let out a sharp, long hiss.

When the sound reached Sheen's ears, he froze.

"Hagrid, Buckbeak wants you to apologize."

Sheen said.

Hmm... he felt he was more like relaying information.

"Oh, Buckbeak, I'm so sorry..."

Hagrid, without thinking twice, begged for forgiveness with a distressed expression.

"Bakbek wants to eat the insects in the tree hole south of the Forbidden Forest."

Sheen added.

“Oh, stop it, Sheen, that’s those little guys’ territory…”

Hagrid looked troubled.

Upon seeing him like this, Buckbeak started digging in the ground.

"I agree—"

Hagrid made a decisive decision.

He didn't care even if it meant venturing deep into the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider.

Buckbeak then snorted loudly and walked away.

"Goodbye, Buckbeak! Thank you for your contribution to this lesson!"

Hagrid said happily,

"How about we eat here, Sheen?"

He extended another invitation.

Sheen shook his head, refusing to help Hagrid with his ferret sandwich.

The sky gradually darkened.

Dusk descends, carrying with it the blurred outlines of distant mountains.

Stepping onto the castle steps, Hagrid belatedly realized what was happening and said:
“Sheen, you just now, um, Buckbeak, you understood…”

The more Hagrid thought about it, the more he stammered. Then, he simply stared wide-eyed at Sheen.

"Some tips."

Sheen said with a smile.

"Oh!"

Hagrid seemed to want to ask something, but after scratching his head, he left.

He was always meticulous and would not pry into the secrets of other wizards.

Sheen returned to Hogwarts Castle. He silently looked down into the empty corridor, then gently tapped his wand against his chest.
[You practiced the Illusionary Body Charm to expert standards once, proficiency +50]

Walking amidst the intoxicating fragrance of gardenias at dusk, Sheen gradually approached the cellar.

He only needs 3,000 more points to reach the Master level in the Fiery Spell, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be within the next three days.

Along the way, many wizards passed by, and Sheen first saw Justin and his group.

Do you think Malfoy will be in trouble?

Hermione asked.

“Of course he’s fine, unless Ms. Pomfrey discovers he has a heart problem.”

Harry said.

"It's terrible that something like this happened in Hagrid's first lesson, isn't it?"

Ron seemed somewhat worried.
"Malfoy will definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble for him later..."

"Don't worry, there's more than one professor in the Magical Creatures Protection class."

Justin said with a gentle smile.

As he walked past them and got closer to the cellar, Sheehan bumped into Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore again.

“Professor Trelawney, she really is…”

Professor McGonagall's expression wasn't exactly good, but there was a hint of joy in her having survived a close call.

"Intriguing? Playing mysterious, all the prophets I know do that."

Dumbledore glanced at the corner where the young wizard was hiding and replied with a smile.

"I hope she can explain herself clearly next time."

Professor McGonagall said with dissatisfaction.

“On this point, I am completely in agreement with you, Minerva.”

Dumbledore said to the corner.

What are you looking at?

Professor McGonagall keenly sensed something.

"Oh, look at a wall, a wall that doesn't talk."

Dumbledore squinted and brushed it off.

……

The second day of school.

Sheen is about to take his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

On this very day, his expert-level Fiery Curse was about to advance.

When Gryffindor and Ravenclaw arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Lupin had not yet arrived.

Sheehan sat down next to Hermione.

During this period, they often acted together.

They took out their textbooks, quills, and parchment, and just then, Professor Lupin finally walked into the classroom.

He smiled faintly and placed the tattered old box on the podium.

He was still the same, but he was wearing brand new clothes and looked much healthier than when he was on the train, as if he had found a more meaningful job.

"good afternoon,"

He says,

"Please put your textbooks back in your bags. Today's lesson is a practical one. All you need is your magic wand."

The students put their textbooks away and exchanged curious glances.

They had never had a practical lesson in Defense Against the Dark Arts before, except for that memorable lesson last year.

In that class, the previous teacher brought a cage of elves into the classroom and released them all.

"alright,"

Professor Lupin, seeing that everyone was ready, said,

"Follow me."

The students were both puzzled and intrigued, and they all stood up and followed Professor Lu Ping out of the classroom.

He led them through the empty corridor, around a corner, and they spotted Pippi the Mischief-maker, hanging upside down in mid-air, stuffing chewing gum into the keyhole closest to him.

Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was only two steps away from him. He twisted his bent toes and suddenly started singing.

"Lupin, you crazy idiot,"

Pipi Ghost sang,
"Lupin, you madman, you big idiot! Lupin, you madman, you big idiot—"

Although Pipi is usually rude, disrespectful, and unruly, he is generally quite respectful to his teachers.

Everyone quickly looked at Professor Lu Ping to see how he would react.

Unexpectedly, he was still smiling and even glanced at Sheen.

(End of this chapter)