Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The monster book of monsters, this thing sounds like the name is very long, and the characters are extremely tricky and weird.

If it is not restrained, this thing with a big mouth will indiscriminately attack everything in sight, from poor furniture to small animals, and even the wizard himself.

However, if you gently stroke its spine, this mad dog-like monster book will behave itself.

In a sense, it is similar to the Whomping Willow.

"How do you tame these guys?"

Hagrid couldn't help being curious.

"It's very simple."

"That's how dog training works. Appropriate violence will make them remember your teachings."

Dudley's smile was very innocent, which was completely different from the rudeness revealed in his words.

Harry instinctively felt the monster book in his hand shaking like a sieve.

"Chichi!"

The monster book that Dudley was holding let out two barks from its big paper mouth.

"Bull dagger."

Ron was amazed and gave a thumbs up.

Then, Hagrid explained to everyone how to conquer the monster book. Only Malfoy, who was deliberately looking for trouble, made a few sarcastic remarks, which made Hagrid's face turn blue and red, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Okay, now you all have your textbooks... er, I mean, it looks like now we need some... uh, Fantastic Beasts!"

"I'll bring them over right away, wait a minute..."

Hagrid said a few words awkwardly, then turned and went into the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh my god, this idiot is teaching? This school is doomed!"

"My dad would have a heart attack if he heard about it—"

It was obvious that Drag was a man who took advantage of opportunities. When he saw Hagrid disappear, he immediately demonstrated the traditional skills of the Malfoy family with all his might.

"Oh?"

"Then you might as well tell Lucius that his brother D's fist is itching and he can't wait to cure his heart disease."

"You see, if you just break the heart, you won't get sick again, right?"

Dudley appeared behind Draco like a ghost, scaring him so much that he screamed and jumped eight feet away, causing the students around him to burst into laughter.

"You're afraid of living people, and yet you laugh at Harry for being afraid of Dementors?"

Ron was even more furious when he saw the brother's face pulled down into a long strip like a bitter gourd, which made the Gryffindor students happy.

Draco looked at Dudley resentfully, but did not dare to refute.

His own father was beaten into that state, and he took advantage of the situation to scold himself severely. How could Draco not know that all this was done by Harry's good brother?

But if you ask him to "speak up for justice", Draco would never dare to do so.

Are you kidding? Wasn’t the beating you got last semester enough?

He, Draco Malfoy, didn't want to go to the school hospital lying down.

"Oh! Look!"

Lavender Brown cried out suddenly, pointing in surprise across the paddock where a dozen animals were trotting towards them.

Dudley couldn't help but turn his head and look at these amazing animals - their bodies and hind legs were those of horses, but their forelimbs and heads were like those of eagles, with broad wings and bright orange eyes, looking quite powerful and beautiful.

"A Hippogriff! How beautiful, isn't it?"

Hagrid shouted happily as he waved at the students.

"Remember, they are both very proud and can lose their temper easily."

"Don't humiliate it, or you might lose your life."

"You have to wait for the Hippogriff to make the first move. It's polite, understand?

"You walk towards it and bow, and if it bows back, you can pet it. If it doesn't bow, get away from it, because those claws can hurt."

"Okay—who wants to go first?"

Hagrid quickly explained the precautions, his eyes full of anticipation.

Obviously, Malfoy's sarcasm just now did not dampen his desire to teach this lesson well.

"I come."

Harry was the first to raise his hand, and the Savior's courage was unquestionable.

"Oh! No! Harry! Think of the tea leaves!"

Lavender and Parvati shouted in unison, and the students who had just taken the divination class also spoke out to dissuade them.

After all, predictions of death and disaster have always been popular in every era.

Not to mention this group of growing teenagers.

"What tea leaves?"

Hagrid was confused.

"Nothing, Harry, go ahead, I'm watching."

Dudley's steady voice gave Harry confidence. Harry, who had been a little timid just now, immediately mustered up his courage and walked towards the hippogriff.

"It's called Buckbeak, Harry, and see how you deal with it!"

Buckbeak was a grey hippogriff, his large orange eyes fixed on Harry as he approached.

"Don't blink... Harry... If you blink too often... Buckbeak won't believe you..."

Hagrid was teaching Harry here, while Dudley narrowed his eyes and began to think.

If Malfoy is attacked later, should I save him or not?

"What are you thinking about?"

Miss Granger gave Dudley's sleeve a sharp tug.

"I was wondering, if Draco angered Buckbeak and was seriously injured by his claws, would it be necessary to rescue him?"

Dudley thought for a moment and told Hermione.

Hermione's beautiful eyes widened.

"What are you thinking about, Dudley?"

"Have you become like those dark magicians?"

"Although this guy Malfoy...it's still a human life after all."

In just a few words, Dudley had made up his mind.

On the other side, Harry had already flown high up on Buckbeak, and the classmates who had been nervous just now cheered one by one and immediately became eager to try.

Hagrid smiled happily. His first class received positive feedback from students. As a teacher, he couldn't be happier.

"Well done, Harry!"

"Okay, who else wants to try?"

Soon, the students climbed into the paddock one by one, looking for the hippogriff they were thinking of. For a moment, the whole paddock was filled with bowing students.

Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe chose Buckbeak.

Buckbeak had already bowed to Malfoy, but Draghan had forgotten the second half of Hagrid's words and was flapping Buckbeak's beak haughtily.

"Isn't it simple?"

"Since even Potter can do it... I dare say that you are not dangerous at all."

"Is it? You big ugly beast?"

Dudley's pupils shrank. How did Lucius teach his son?

Your mouth stinks at such a young age!

If you meet an antisocial Muggle with a bad temper and he shoots you on the street, you'll just be lying there!

You know, during this period in Britain, the Irish Republican Army was still raging!

Without thinking, almost subconsciously, Dudley pounced and pushed Malfoy to the ground.