Chapter 231 Buckbeak

"Can you help me?"

Seeing Harry's excitement, Mike smiled happily.

Harry was still the innocent little angel, still so innocent.

"Of course, but I still need to prepare some things." Mike said confidently, "Let's do this. After I find a place, I will call some people and we will learn the Patronus Charm together. Maybe I can persuade Professor Lupin to come and teach us." Harry didn't care about what Mike said about asking Lupin to come to class.

Since the level of the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts has been generally not high in the past two years, even though Lupin's performance on the train was very good, Harry still had doubts about Lupin's teaching level.

And Lupin is a professor, he is very busy, why would he come to teach you in the middle of the night for no reason?

Although he was full of doubts in his heart, Harry did not show it on the surface, but thanked Mike very politely.

Seeing this, Mike did not intend to continue on this topic. If Harry insisted on teaching him tonight, he would be finished. He had not yet mastered the Patronus Charm.

Noticing that Harry was still a little sad after learning about the Patronus Charm, Mike said with a thought: "What happened to you today? Did anything else happen?" It

would have been better if he didn't ask. Once he asked, Harry couldn't hold it back anymore, and told Mike all the bad things that happened to him today. Since

Harry was not a good storyteller, and his words were full of strong subjective wishes, it took Mike a long time to understand what happened today.

It turned out that this morning, Harry and others went to their first divination class. Originally, everyone was happily doing divination experiments, making up some strange stories to deceive each other, and having a lot of fun.

However, the professor of divination, Professor Sybill Trelawney, who made legendary prophecies, actually jumped out and predicted that Harry would die!

If someone else said it, Harry would definitely take it as a joke, but this was a prophecy made by the professor of divination, and the other party also said it with nose and eyes, even saying that he had seen a big black dog.

This made Harry a little half-believing and half-doubting.

However, this was not the most annoying thing. In the afternoon, it was Hagrid's first class. Harry and others went to support Hagrid.

In the past, the Care of Magical Creatures class was mostly about learning some theoretical knowledge. Even if they had to come into contact with living magical creatures, they were small, not very lethal and cute creatures like Bowtruckle and Vixen.

But Hagrid was not ordinary, or his aesthetics were completely different from the public. He actually pulled a living Hippogriff! As

the name suggests, a Hippogriff is a creature with an eagle's head and claws, a horse's body, a lion's tail and a pair of large feathered wings.

This creature is actually a hybrid of a griffin and a female horse. It is huge and has a certain aggressiveness, but because it has the bloodline of a griffin, it can also be tamed as a mount.

For the above reasons, the Ministry of Magic gave it a 3x danger rating, which means that capable wizards can deal with this creature.

In fact, Hagrid was already very conservative. Mike was surprised that he didn't directly pull out a 4x or even 5x creature.

It is actually very simple to deal with this creature. It is enough to win the respect of the other party. Of course, bowing to him is one of the ways.

It should be a thrilling class without any surprises, but Hagrid obviously underestimated the ability of the naughty child to make trouble.

The result of the inconsideration is that Malfoy was scratched because he was rude to the hippogriff named Buckbeak.

Although the injury was not serious, although it was Malfoy's own fault.

But Hagrid still needs to take the main responsibility, because he is the professor in charge of the class, and it was he who brought a magical creature of level 3x to these third-year students.

And these third-year students are obviously not "capable wizards".

"Do you think Hagrid will be expelled because of this?"

Harry asked Mike worriedly. He had a good relationship with Hagrid and didn't want him to be expelled.

"Don't worry, he will definitely not be expelled, but he will probably have to accept a lesson."

Harry was really a little worried. Who is Hagrid?

That half-giant with giant blood was Dumbledore's right-hand man, and Dumbledore was very good to him.

You know, Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts because of Tom Riddle's frame-up, and his wand was broken by the Ministry of Magic and he was ordered to never use magic again, but what was the result?

Dumbledore secretly repaired his wand and hid it in the pink umbrella he carried with him.

Otherwise, why would Hagrid carry that umbrella even if it didn't rain? To block the sun?

Harry was relieved when he heard Mike say that Hagrid would not be expelled. He didn't know why he trusted Mike so much. He just thought that if Mike said Hagrid would be fine, then he would be fine.

As for Mike saying that Hagrid would be taught a lesson, Harry didn't care at all. As long as he was not expelled, it would be fine. Harry believed that Hagrid's physique could bear a little lesson.

After talking about Hagrid, Mike also became very interested in the hippogriff named Buckbeak.

He had only seen pictures of these large magical creatures in books before, and had never come into close contact with them, so he couldn't help but feel a little itchy in his heart.

"I say, why don't we go see Hagrid and Buckbeak?"

"This..."

Faced with Mike's suggestion, Harry hesitated. He knew that Mike and Hagrid didn't have a very good relationship. What if the two quarreled again? Which side should he support?

"Don't worry, I won't quarrel with Hagrid." Mike promised solemnly, "And after something like this happened, shouldn't we go see Hagrid? He must be very sad now."

Harry thought so too, and said, "Okay, I'll ask Ron and Hermione to go with me."

Mike nodded and agreed, so the two of them started looking for Ron and Hermione together.

Ron was easier to find. This guy was a wizard chess fan, and whenever he had time, he would stay in the lounge to find someone to play chess with.

But Hermione was in trouble. This year, Hermione chose all the elective courses, so she was very busy. When Mike and the others found her, she was doing her homework in the library.

Mike couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw the books piled up beside Hermione's desk, which were more than one person tall.

This is a real academic master.

Facing Mike's invitation, Hermione hesitated again and again and finally agreed.

When the four of them went to Hagrid's cabin, Mike couldn't help but ask Hermione:

"Hermione, I heard that you signed up for all the elective courses?"

"Yes, so I have a lot of homework. If possible, I hope we can end this visit as soon as possible so that I can go back and finish my homework as soon as possible."

Ron was dissatisfied with Hermione's words, and whispered: "Then you can not come..." He

was halfway through his words when Mike and Hermione both cast their eyes on his face, making him swallow the following words.

Seeing that Ron stopped talking, Mike continued, "No, I'm a little confused now. If I remember correctly, the time of those elective courses conflicted with each other. How did you manage to take two courses at the same time?" "

In fact, there are three courses, Divination and Arithmancy..."

Ron was halfway through his words and was once again rebuked by Hermione's angry eyes.

"I'll take care of it. I've discussed it with Professor McGonagall, and she agrees with me to do this." Hermione explained to Mike angrily, and perhaps realizing that her words were a bit harsh, Hermione then said, "Thank you for your concern, Mike."

Seeing that Hermione didn't want to say more, Mike didn't force it, and smiled and said, "You're welcome, I'm just worried that you might be tired. To be honest, you're really too hard."

When saying this, Mike's eyes kept scanning Hermione's body, and finally fell on a metal necklace around her neck.

Hermione blushed as she listened to Mike's gentle words and felt his hot eyes scanning her body.

Ron, who was walking at the back, saw all of this, and he silently made a retching motion.

A group of people came to Hagrid's hut with laughter and chatter, but as soon as they entered, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Hermione, Harry and others couldn't help but frown and cover their noses, only Mike walked forward calmly.

Hagrid was lying on the ground, crying and pouring wine into his mouth. There were already barrels piled up around him. These barrels were huge and half a person tall. Mike couldn't imagine how much Hagrid had drunk.

Hagrid looked at Mike with drunken eyes and was stunned for a moment before recognizing Mike's identity. He suddenly became furious and roared and smashed the barrel in his hand at Mike.

Harry, Hermione and others changed their faces. They never thought that Hagrid was drunk and would attack Mike, and they screamed immediately.

But Mike was not panicked at all. Amid Hermione's screams, Mike silently raised his wand and drew a symbol in the air.

"Armor protection."

Then, a layer of shield suddenly appeared to block the barrel.

In just a moment, the barrel broke apart, and the scarlet wine in the barrel spilled all over the floor, making the smell of wine in the hut even stronger.

"You bad boy are the same as the little Death Eater from the Malfoy family, both bad!"

Hagrid stood up while cursing, raised his fist bigger than a casserole and hit Mike.

"Die."

Mike raised his eyebrows and shot a red light to knock Hagrid to the ground.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time."

After doing all this, Mike turned around and shrugged his shoulders at Hermione and others who were shocked.

Harry and others reacted and hurried forward to check on Hagrid, but before they could get close to Hagrid lying on the ground, a thunderous snoring sound came out.

...

Harry and others were speechless.

Mike walked towards the grove outside the hut regardless of anything. In his magical perception, he could clearly sense that there was a hippogriff in the fence there.

"Hey, Mike! Where are you going?"

Harry and the others saw Mike quietly walk out of the hut and hurriedly followed him.

"Since Hagrid is drunk, I can only go to see Buckbeak by myself." Mike said as a matter of course.

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

Harry muttered in a low voice. He really didn't know how to stop Mike.

While Harry was racking his brains to persuade Mike, Mike and a few others had already arrived in front of a pasture.

"Oh, this is really... so beautiful."

Looking at the hippogriff with its wings spread out in front of him, Mike gave a heartfelt admiration.

"Yeah, it's really cool." Ron gloated and echoed, "It's a pity that you didn't come to the Care of Magical Creatures class. In that class, Hagrid not only let us ride it, but Malfoy was also scratched!"

Mike glanced at Ron and said lightly, "It's not a pity. I can ride it now."

After that, Mike walked towards Buckbeak in the fence.

"No!"

Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

Hermione thought that this creature had just injured someone today and was very dangerous. Harry simply thought that it was not a good idea for them to contact Buckbeak without Hagrid's consent.

"Don't worry, Mike will be fine." Ron said in a nonchalant tone, "Don't forget, he is the dueling champion of Hogwarts."

Ron had just finished speaking when Harry and Hermione saw Mike walking towards the beast and took out his black wand.

Harry and Hermione began to worry about Buckbeak.

"Armor protection."

Mike quietly looked at the Hippogriff in front of him who was alert to him, and silently put on a layer of armor to protect himself.

Buckbeak became anxious when he saw Mike start to cast a spell. He stretched out his wings towards Mike to make his body look even bigger, and at the same time let out a warning cry from his mouth.

"Bow quickly! Mike!"

Harry shouted anxiously. This was the method Hagrid taught him. He could get Buckbeak's approval by bowing to him.

However, Mike ignored him and raised his wand to Buckbeak.

"Roar!"

Buckbeak was furious when he saw Mike pointing his wand at him. He roared and wanted to tear the little man in front of him to pieces with his claws.

However, the next moment, Buckbeak froze.

The rich purple flames on Mike's high-raised wand were gathering rapidly, and soon a purple fireball the size of a basketball formed on the tip of the wand.

Although the fireball was small, the temperature was not low. Buckbeak's feathers began to twist and deform under the high temperature.

Buckbeak's body trembled slightly under the suppression of the fireball. It felt the threat of death.

This was its beast instinct and the ability it relied on most since it was a child. And now, this ability told it that the little man in front of it was different from the big human before. The person holding the fireball really wanted to kill it!

"Kneel down."

Mike said coldly as he looked at the giant beast in front of him.

The next second, Buckbeak's front hooves fell to the ground with a thud. Its head drooped to the ground, and it wished it could bury its head in the soil like an ostrich, and it didn't dare to look at Mike at all.

Seeing this, Mike dispersed the fire spell, smiled and walked forward to grab Buckbeak's feathers and ride on it.

Mike's action was very rough, and it hurt Buckbeak very much. If anyone else dared to do this, Buckbeak would definitely peck him hard, but at this moment it didn't dare to move at all.

Mike on the bird's back pressed his whole body against Buckbeak's body, while holding the feathers on its back with his left hand and holding the wand against its neck with his right hand.

"Take off!"

With Mike's order, Buckbeak, whose neck was pressed by the wand, didn't dare to resist at all, and flew up with a run.

Harry and others on the ground opened their mouths wide and looked at Mike in the air, silent.