A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Hmm... there's really no need to worry. Once the hippogriff acknowledges you, it won't just throw you off its back. It'll just wander around for a bit and then come back. It's much more interesting than riding a flying broomstick."

Sure enough, Buckbeak returned with Harry on his back in less than two minutes, though he looked pale and staggered as he got off.

“Well done, Harry,” Hagrid shouted. “Anyone else want to try?”

Once the first person dared to try it, the other students cautiously entered the enclosure, bowing and paying their respects before each of the hippogriffs, but they still dared not fly on the hippogriffs.

"Aren't you going to give it a try?" Hermione asked, puzzled. She had just had a friendly encounter with a hippogriff when she saw Aaron eating an apple on the stone fence.

“I have it.” Aaron lifted one of Abe’s paws. “Do you really think a dragon is inferior to a hippogriff?”

Abe nodded solemnly. In front of this holy dragon, hippogriffs are all trash.

Hermione: ......

These are different, aren't they?

“You should give it a try,” Hermione advised. “After all, it’s Hagrid’s first lesson.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright! Let's just consider it a necessary show of respect to the teacher."

As he spoke, he put Abe down and strode towards a harpy-headed horse.

Without bowing or making any gestures, he simply sat on its back, just as easily as he had on the previous tamed pony.

The hippogriff offered no resistance and showed no displeasure, simply because it was facing a harmless yet adorable creature that could tear it apart in an instant, and it was smiling at it.

If you dare to upset my master, I'll make you upset too.

"This..." Hagrid was completely dumbfounded. Weren't hippogriffs supposed to be proud? How could they be tamed so easily?

Could it be that Aaron knew it before? But that's impossible!

"Aaron, how did you do that?"

“Maybe it’s because I’ve ridden a dragon before!” Aaron said meaningfully.

Hagrid turned to look at Abbe and suddenly realized what was going on.

Even among magical creatures, there is a bloodline suppression. With a dragon to keep Aaron in check, the hippogriff would naturally have to cooperate obediently.

At this moment, Draco walked up to Buckbeak, bowed, saluted, and touched its mouth.

“I told you it wasn’t difficult,” Draco said smugly. “It’s not dangerous at all.”

"If Harry Potter could tame you, this ugly beast, there's no reason I can't."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Buckbeak roared angrily and slashed out with his sharp, eagle-like forepaws.

Draco fell to the ground, letting out a painful cry; one of his arms was stained red with blood.

Hagrid immediately stood in front of Buckbeak and stopped it, preventing Malfoy from being attacked again.

“It’s going to kill me,” Draco said, his face contorted with grief. “I’m going to make it pay.”

"Don't just stand there, get him to the school clinic right away," Aaron said hurriedly.

Hagrid reacted quickly, picked Draco up, and rushed up the hillside towards the castle.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed. Without Hagrid, they dared not stay with this group of hippogriffs.

Upon arriving at the castle, Hagrid left the others in the foyer and took Draco to the school hospital.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and followed behind them.

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid asked, somewhat weary. "This is the doctor's job."

"Do you think I wanted to come here?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Abe can help heal his wounds."

Hagrid glanced at Abe, who was dozing in Aaron's arms, and asked with some doubt, "It can heal?"

"Although it can't compare to the tears of the phoenix, the effect is not much different."

Draco struggled for a moment, then stopped whining, "Then hurry up and make it..."

"No," Aaron interrupted him. "Do you want Abe to expose his identity in front of everyone?"

Upon hearing this, Draco closed his eyes in anguish.

A few minutes later, Hagrid placed him on the white hospital bed. "Wait a moment, Ms. Pomfrey will be here shortly."

"Is it okay now?" Draco's eyes held a glimmer of hope.

Aaron nodded and placed Abe in front of Draco. "It's up to you now."

Abe glanced at his arm with some disdain, then began the treatment.

A white magic circle appeared on Draco's right arm, and the long, deep wound slowly healed under the white light, with the rate of blood loss also slowing down.

"That's amazing!" Hagrid exclaimed excitedly. "I've never heard of dragons having this kind of ability before."

“That’s because you’re ignorant.” Aaron shrugged, then pulled Abe aside.

"Huh? No..." Draco blinked blankly, "It's not finished yet!"

"I can only guarantee that your arm will be fine. The rest is up to Ms. Pomfrey!" Aaron said calmly. "You were injured and bleeding in front of everyone. What will the doctor think if she finds that you are perfectly fine?"

And no matter what Ms. Pomfrey arranges, you have to feign illness for a few more days so that no one will suspect anything.

Draco: ......

"Then let Abe treat it for me secretly afterward, okay? I'll cover all its food expenses for this year."

Abe's eyes lit up, as if he had found a shortcut to stockpiling goods.

It looked at Aaron with anticipation, hoping to see its master nod.

However, Aaron flatly refused, "No, this is a lesson for you."

Who gave you the audacity to provoke a magical creature, especially after Hagrid explicitly stated that the hippogriff should not be insulted?

Draco, do you think it's something to be proud of to question the teacher in class?

"I..." Draco was speechless. He had only wanted to prove that he was no worse than Harry Potter, but he had accidentally become too proud.

Just then, Ms. Pomfrey rushed over. After carefully examining Draco's injuries, her expression softened.

"Ms. Pomfrey, is Malfoy alright?"

"It's alright, it's not too serious."

I'll get him some medicine, bandage it up, and he'll recover after a period of rest. However, he shouldn't move his right hand too much until the injury is healed.

"Thank God."

"You should be glad!" Draco said indignantly. "I can ignore you and me, but that bird will definitely pay the price."

Hagrid's heart skipped a beat, and he said weakly, "Buckbeak is innocent."

“Innocent? My arm is like this,” Draco said angrily. “I’m definitely telling my dad.”

“There’s no need to tell your dad about this!” Aaron frowned slightly. If Lucius Malfoy found out about this, he would definitely use it as an excuse to make a fuss.

"It's not up to me to decide. If I get hurt, my dad will definitely find out."

Although he's no longer on the board of directors, nothing about Hogwarts can be hidden from him.

Aaron: ......

There's nothing I can do to help.

Upon hearing this, Hagrid's face also showed a bitter expression. He sat in front of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, worried about Buckbeak's fate.

Chapter 303 The Privileges of the Wounded, Snape's Personal Grudges

"Is Draco alright?" Pansy Parkinson asked Aaron as she blocked his way in the foyer, while the others waited anxiously for an answer.

"He should be fine after some rest. Ms. Pomfrey is bandaging him. You can go visit him later."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Gryffindor was even more relieved than Slytherin, because the extent of Draco's injury determined the severity of Hagrid's punishment.

"That's good," Pansy complained. "He really should be fired."

"It's all Malfoy's fault," Dean Thomas said bluntly.

“That’s definitely a big part of the reason,” Aaron didn’t refute. “If Draco hadn’t insulted Buckbeak, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Hagrid had gone too far; his first lesson was certainly unique, but hippogriffs were still quite dangerous for third-year students.

"Won't he get expelled?" Harry asked worriedly. Hagrid might not be able to handle the blow of being expelled after just the first class.

“No.” Aaron shook his head. “Draco said he wouldn’t cause trouble for Hagrid, but Buckbeak might. Whatever the reason, it really hurt Draco Malfoy, and everyone saw it with their own eyes.”

Harry, his two friends, and their companions exchanged bewildered glances, feeling particularly indignant about the outcome.

Buckbeak is even more innocent than Hagrid; it was all Malfoy's own fault, but the blame has been placed on him.

However, there was nothing they could do about it; they could only hope that the punishment wouldn't be too severe.

......

Draco didn't show up in Potions class until a few days later.

His right arm was wrapped in bandages and slinged in place, which looked serious, but it was actually almost fully recovered.

Professor Snape asked everyone to make a shrinking potion, a magical potion that could make the drinker smaller or younger.

Draco took full advantage of his injured status to seek help from Professor Snape in class. Snape was very cooperative and directly assigned Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, whom he disliked the most, to assist him.

Ron chopped daisy roots for him, and Harry peeled figs for him. Draco felt incredibly pleased as he watched his two arch-enemies look frustrated yet helpless.

Aaron finished preparing a bottle of green potion, looked at the scene, and shook his head speechlessly, "Does it have to be this boring?"

Draco raised his arm dramatically and said smugly, "I'm injured, you can't expect me to cut these materials with one hand!"

"Crawb and Goyle would be happy to help you."

“They’re no match for Potter and Weasley,” Draco said with a mocking smile. “Besides, this was Professor Snape’s arrangement.”

"It's only because of you that I've had Granger slice the caterpillar for me; otherwise, I would have definitely asked him to do it."

"Orange!" Professor Snape suddenly roared. Before him stood the trembling Neville Longbottom, and it was obvious that his shrinking potion had failed.

"Gaius, tell this blockhead what he did wrong?"