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He didn't consider the possibility that Neville thought he'd lost his Remembrall and his grandma would mail him another one)... Harry decided it was best to leave it alone.

"Put it down, Draco," Harry whispered.

Everyone stopped talking.The Gryffindor students looked at each other, even more surprised than the Slytherin students, but at least they were friendly, unlike Slytherin... Harry felt a few knife-like gazes from his side.

However, no one was as surprised as Draco.He looked at Harry in surprise, and asked suspiciously, "Harry, what did you say?"

"I said don't worry about that memory ball," Harry felt that the tone just now was a bit tough, so he said softly, "Or give it to someone in Gryffindor, let them bring it to Neville."

"..." Draco paused for a long time, as if it took a long time to react to what Harry said, "Impossible." Finally, Draco with a gloomy face rejected Harry, and his voice was full of displeasure .

Harry looked at him, his green eyes were full of emotions that Draco couldn't understand, although he was breathless, he still controlled his emotions and said, "Why do you have to waste time on this matter? Give it to Ron or someone else, and the matter is over?"

"Why didn't I know you knew people from Gryffindor so well?" Draco paused, looking Harry up and down, "Ron? Neville? Because it was the Savior and his little attendant?"

Ron flushed.

But no one noticed him, and everyone was attracted by the strange development of this matter.

"No." Harry didn't want to explain too much, "We just met in Diagon Alley." He said simply, but it sounded all perfunctory to Draco.

Draco glared at him, the gray in his eyes seeming a little darker than usual, before he hopped on his broom and took off.

Harry, who hadn't expected such a development at all, clenched the broom tightly in his hand, not knowing whether to be angry with Draco or himself.

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Speaking aggressively is not necessarily justified. -- Sadie

I saw it in a high school notebook~

There have been too many messy things recently, um, thank God I suddenly remembered that there is no stock in the manuscript box, otherwise I would really die.

I haven't read the previous article, there may be some small loopholes, hey, waiting for the general repair.

The plot of the broomstick always feels that the writing is not so good, there are a lot of psychology that I don't grasp very well..., hey.

☆, Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures Ⅱ

To be honest, Harry didn't really understand why things had come to this in the space of a few sentences - now Draco had flown at least a dozen feet.

Harry has been playing with Draco on various types of broomsticks since he was a child, flying over the Malfoy family manor and the surrounding grasslands and forests. Although he has never met a Muggle plane or other large birds to prove their skills, But Draco did fly very well.Now hovering at the top of an oak tree, he called out, "Come here, Harry! Get back his things for your Gryffindor friend!"

Anyone can hear anger from Draco's words, Harry certainly can, but...

He has no choice.

Harry stepped onto the broom, and the bristling branches scratched his robes.

"No!" Hermione yelled at Harry, who suddenly reacted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move, you will cause trouble for us all!"

"It's us, not you." Harry kicked his feet on the ground and was about to catch up to the sky, "If Mrs. Hooch really blames me and Draco, and then implicates all of you, it's also Slytherin's business, you guys Gryffindor won't admit that the two flying Slytherins have anything to do with you?"

"..." Hermione looked around, not knowing how to answer Harry.

Harry saw Hermione being blocked for words by himself on a rare occasion, and suddenly felt a little proud, but it was a pity that it was on such an occasion.

Harry looked up at Draco with the whole blue sky in the background, feeling annoyed and helpless...but it had come to this...He kicked the ground hard and flew out like an arrow.In a matter of seconds, he was nearly as tall as Draco.

He lifted the broomstick a little higher, making it fly higher.He could hear screams from the ground.

However, all of this was nothing compared to a sight shot from a slightly high place that made him nervous.

Harry steadied his broom and looked at Draco in the air opposite him.

Draco's face was tense, his gray eyes were looking at Harry unblinking, as if trying to carve him into his brain, and there was something complicated in the depths of his eyes, like Harry's.

"We don't need to quarrel over a memory ball, Draco." Harry licked his dry lips, lowered his head to avoid Draco's sight, and said this dryly.

"Am I trying to argue with you? It's because of something like this—" Draco glared at Harry, as if he hadn't figured out what the two of them were confronting in the air because of the savior Longbottom's A glass ball?Harry and him foolishly flew in the air, and there were a bunch of spectators underground.Draco looked down at the ground, and the little Slytherin girls were covering their mouths with their hands, looking up to the sky with flushed faces, and he felt ashamed and flustered.

"As long as the memory ball is returned to Gryffindor, isn't this matter over? We can even hide it from Mrs. Hooch... Neither Slytherin nor Gryffindor will be in trouble." Time ticked A second passed, and Harry didn't want to waste time with Draco in the sky, "Draco, don't ask for trouble, okay?" The words flew out of his mouth like a runaway Quaffle , When he realized what he said in the wind of "huhu", Draco's expression on the opposite side seemed to be frozen.

"Oh, really? I want to see who can trouble me." Draco smiled coldly, "As for the ball, my answer is 'no', of course."

Harry heard Draco say this in a very mocking tone, and he opened his mouth, only to take in a mouthful of wind.

In the following time, they seemed to be in a strange stalemate. No one spoke, maybe no one knew how to speak.

Draco saw the nervous look on Harry's face, but he didn't know if Harry was nervous about the glass ball in his hand, or about him.

Now, riding on a broomstick, Draco couldn't even imagine what it would be like for the two of them back on the ground.

Draco looked at Harry, thinking about Harry's state from the beginning to the present.Even though it's only been a few weeks, and even though they've had only a few lessons with Gryffindors, he's been able to pick out subtleties about Harry's love for Gryffindor—or rather, for Gryffindor. Some people - it's different.

close.

Or to be close to them.

Draco's thin lips parted into a sneering sneer.

"Humph."

But only he himself understands how annoyed he is-what is he annoyed about?Who stipulates that a person can only have one friend in a lifetime?And who ruled that Slytherin can't be friends with Gryffindor?

The more Draco thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and he simply used his temper to throw the memory ball out of his hand. "I don't want it anymore, give it to you!" He yelled at Harry, and then quickly landed on the ground.

Harry seemed to have foreseen Draco's movements and the trajectory of the memory ball. Relying on his fairly good Quidditch talent and skills, he finally caught the memory ball in mid-air without any risk, and then flew directly towards the ground go.

Eventually Harry and Draco landed almost at the same time.

"Harry Potter!" Draco landed on the ground, then kicked the broom far away viciously, turned and shouted at him, "Did you drink the wrong potion today?" Draco took the lead in asking Harry He was taken aback for a moment, and then Harry also burned with anger.

Fuck his sanity!thought Harry.

"Draco Malfoy!" Harry threw the broom on the ground and roared, "Can you stop being so childish? Is it fun to bully others? Huh?"

"Or do you feel that being a Slytherin against Gryffindor is a duty! Does bullying the so-called 'savior' of Gryffindor make you feel powerful and different from others? You and them," He pointed at the Slytherin gang, "You and them, what else do you do in class but put on a show, what else do you do except laugh at others when they make mistakes?"

Harry was so angry that his hands were shaking. He withdrew his hand and clenched his fist tightly against his thigh. All the previous memories seemed to explode in this short quarrel, and it seemed that the momentary anger was completely suppressed. Getting along with each other in recent years.

Harry shot Draco, who was almost petrified, to the expressions of Goyle and Crabbe behind him, as if they were about to charge up and beat him.

"It's boring." Harry finally said this, he didn't know whether he was referring to Draco or himself, and turned to leave.

In the Gryffindor team, everyone's expressions were as shocked as if they saw an adult troll or dragon. Ron didn't even let go of his clapping hands.

As soon as Harry turned around, his sight was occupied by a dark green robe.He raised his head slowly, and didn't stop until he could see Professor McGonagall's stern face.

Professor McGonagall was literally speechless in astonishment, her spectacles gleaming with anger.She'd just seen Harry riding his broom in the tower, and nearly smashed his head and back against the glass of her office. "How dare you? You might break your neck—"

Harry lowered his head, lower than before he didn't raise his head, he knew that at this time he must - at least at least - put on a state of admitting his mistake obediently.

"In all my years at Hogwarts—never—"

"Professor McGonagall, Potter is..." Hermione, who had no academic concept, said first.

"Please be quiet, Granger." Professor McGonagall shook his robe, looked at Harry, and was about to say something.

"It's because Malfoy snatched Neville's memory ball!" Ron complained incessantly.

"I said please be quiet, Mr Weasley."

"Professor, I know I was wrong." Harry said, looking at Professor McGonagall with his green eyes through some blurred lenses.

"Uh..." Professor McGonagall paused. Harry was probably the first Slytherin who knew that he had made a mistake since she was teaching. She looked at Harry, who had black hair that was blown messily by the wind.

"Although you are a student of Slytherin, I must give you a punishment, Potter." Professor McGonagall wiped James Potter's appearance from his eyes and said seriously, "I will explain to Sif, But you, Mr. Potter, I must let you know what you did wrong, and never dare to do such a dangerous thing next time."

"I understand, Professor." Harry admitted his mistake well.

"Go wipe the trophies in the showroom," said Professor McGonagall. "No magic is allowed—dull, static labor is necessary to discipline a reckless and restless boy like you."

"Is there still a Quidditch trophy with my father's name on it?"

"Potter!" Professor McGonagall looked down at Harry's green eyes behind the glasses, "Don't think that your father is an excellent Quidditch player, so you can too."

"I know, Professor." Harry smiled, showing his small white teeth.

"Slytherin deducted 10 points for Mr. Potter's recklessness and Mr. Malfoy's unfriendliness." Professor McGonagall said, "This is a discretionary deduction based on the premise that Potter was reckless to help his classmates."

"And Mr. Malfoy, I will tell Professor Snape what happened just now."

Draco said nothing, and the Slytherins hissed, before being glared hard by Professor McGonagall.

"Also, Mr. Potter, I have to say something." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry tangled up, as if he didn't know whether he should say this kind of encouragement that he didn't know what the consequences would be, "Your flying is no worse than your father ...Sure enough, every Potter has excellent flying talent. If you were in Gryffindor, I wouldn't have to worry about the Quidditch team not having a suitable Seeker." Professor McGonagall finally looked at Ha Leigh sighed, "But now, I just hope you're not... naughty like your father and your godfather." She ended up using a word that didn't quite sum up what the "Spoiler" had done.

Harry winked at Professor McGonagall: "I can't guarantee that."

"Then don't get too close to the Weasley brothers in Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall said before leaving, "Punishment starts tonight, and I will take you to inform Filch now."

Harry politely agreed.

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry handed the memory ball to Ron in a hurry, and followed Professor McGonagall out of the flying lesson field... Although he didn't look back, Draco's eyes followed him.

Harry sighed softly, and belatedly felt a sharp pain in his throat.

For the next twenty or ten minutes, Harry seemed to have walked around the edge of hell.It took Professor McGonagall less than five minutes to bring him to Filch's office, and Harry stood by the door of Filch's office for the rest of the long time, listening to him slobbering and threatening himself about Huo Gwartz's bloody old punishment.

Finally, thanks to Peeves.

All the way back to the Slytherin dormitories, Harry kept congratulating himself on the fact that Peeves always showed up.

There are only a few seniors in the common room.Harry went up the spiral staircase to the boys' dormitory and into his and Draco's room.

The room always seemed to be tidy with Draco in it, even the desk he had left untidy in the morning, Draco had cleaned it up.

Harry looked at the two beds that were joined together, walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand.

He looked at the diary that was well placed inside, and after reading it for a long time, he still closed the drawer.

Harry sat on the bed and sighed, then put the Monster Book of Monsters into his schoolbag, ready to go to the trophy room and start fighting for at least a hundred trophies until the afternoon class.

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Angry actions are the easiest to incur the consequences of regret. ——Guo Lianghui

same high school notebook

☆、Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures Ⅲ

After lunch, the Gryffindor students briskly left the castle and walked towards the playground again.Around the hordes of Gryffindors you can always see the same swarms of Slytherins.Obviously, every week after that, Slytherin will also take Gryffindor's class on the protection of magical creatures.

The sky is clear, showing a beautiful blue like a forget-me-not, the sun is warm, the grass is soft under the feet, and the Forbidden Forest in the distance becomes green and lovely under such beautiful weather.

Neville, Ron, and Hermione walked together in the direction of Hagrid's hut. Neville's hand was almost healed at Madam Pomfrey's, and then he returned to the Gryffindor lounge.Until the other students came back from get out of class, and then everyone started gushing about the wonderful fight Potter had had with Malfoy about his Remembrall after he and Mrs Hooch had gone.

Just because Neville told him again when Ron said, "That Potter in Slytherin is really good at flying. I sat in the same car with him when school started. He is very nice, but he just entered Slytherin." At that time, Neville foolishly interjected "Harry? He was fine, I knew him before", Ron kept asking Neville about Harry's business.

"Please, Ron." Neville finally couldn't take it anymore, "I just ran into Harry and his parents when I was shopping in Diagon Alley. I don't know anything about him! Didn't you sit with him before?" A carriage? I haven't spent as long with him as you have."

"His parents?" Ron asked as if he hadn't heard Neville's last words at all, "Then what kind of people are his parents?"

Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly, but because she wanted to know too, she didn't say anything to interrupt them.

"A very kind person. His father is very funny, and his mother is very beautiful and looks very gentle. In fact, they are quite familiar with Hagrid, and they are old friends. I later heard Hagrid say that Harry's father and mother are the same , the one who used to fight Voldemort all the time, and his dad is an Auror now."

"Auror!" Ron yelled, covered his mouth and looked left and right, and then said in a low voice, "His father is an Auror! Let me just say, I thought this boy was nice when I was on the train, But how did he end up in Slytherin where there are bad guys, the Sorting Hat must be malfunctioning..."

"The sorting hat doesn't divide houses based on good or bad—" Hermione couldn't help interrupting, "Besides, have you read "Hogwarts, A Piece of School History"? There are many excellent principals and deans in the school It's all from Slytherin, and people can't make everyone else a little bad just because there's a big bad there."

Ron didn't bother to talk to her.

"Look." Ron motioned them to look ahead, jokingly said, "Speaking of little villains, here comes the little villains."

Only then did Hermione and Neville see the three very familiar backs in front of them. Although they were far away, they were extremely recognizable - an interesting combination of two tall and thin ones.

"Looks like Potter isn't here, so Malfoy has to be with two big idiots." Ron said sarcastically, but of course he thought they were too far away and the people in front couldn't hear what he said, so they didn't care. No scruples.

Draco turned his head sideways, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and his light eyes stared at Ron and the others fiercely.

But he didn't say anything, just glared at them, then turned his head and walked away.

The anxious Hagrid stood at the door of the hut holding Fang. "Hurry up, students!" he cried. "After weeks of simple and boring lessons, today's lesson will be the most exciting lesson ever! I have something good for you-every generation of Hogwarts students Rarely see them! Is everyone there?"

"Potter hasn't arrived yet," said Hermione.

"Harry?" Hagrid took advantage of his superior height and looked over, "Oh, here he is, over there!"

A group of people plus a dog waited for Harry for 2 minutes before Harry plodded over.His hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his face, and his robe was unbuttoned a few times, revealing the clothes inside.Draco noticed sharply that both of his sleeves were soaked, with traces of foam on them.

"Okay, come with me." Hagrid strode forward, Fang running ahead of him.

They walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but Hagrid still didn't stop.The faces of some students have obviously changed. Of course, the Forbidden Forest may be more frightening and frightening to everyone. Some people like to be adventurous, at least Zabini showed a look of eagerness... But unfortunately, in the end they only stopped at an empty field by the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Okay, everyone find a good place to stand," Hagrid's voice was full of excitement, "We finally need the help of the textbook today, okay, now everyone open the textbook—"

"Open the textbook?" Draco gave Hagrid a sideways look, and said in his cold, drawn-out tone, "How?"

"Huh?" Hagrid was puzzled.

"How do we open our textbooks?" Draco said again, of course he knew how to open books, but he wanted to trouble others when he was in a bad mood.

Draco pulled out his bundled "Monster Book of Monsters," and the others pulled out books too—books that were either tied up or contained in some other way.

"No—no one can beat..." Before the panicked Hagrid could finish, Harry took his "Monster Book of Monsters" from his school bag, untied the binding rope, and placed his index finger on the spine of the book. The top slid from top to bottom, and the toothy textbook, trembling before it bit, lay quietly in Harry's hand.

"Oh!" Hagrid was super surprised, "Yes! Just like Potter did, everyone imitated him to stroke these books, and then opened the textbook Chapter 1."

"Hmph." Draco snorted coldly, looked at Harry with a very meaningful look, and then smiled again.

Everyone, not only Slytherins, but even Gryffindors were surprised that he didn't continue to exploit it.

"Be brave girls... well, oh, now all you need are magical creatures, and I'll go find them." After Hagrid finished speaking, he left the students and walked into the woods, disappearing after a while. Without a trace.

"If I tell my dad that Hogwarts has such stupid people teaching, he will definitely let me quit." A girl in Slytherin said.

"Then why don't you drop out?" Hermione smiled "hehe", "I think your father would want you to drop out too, after all you can't learn anything at Hogwarts."

"You—" The girl became angry from embarrassment.

"Be quiet, Betty." Draco said unhurriedly, "Although what you say is the truth."

The smell didn't seem to subside so easily. The girl named Betty was obviously not someone who would be quiet easily, but when she was about to mock Hermione, she was interrupted by a scream—it was Lavender Brown scream.Covering her mouth, she pointed with trembling fingertips across the paddock.The sound of an owl flapping its wings, which had grown at least a few dozen times in size, was heard, and then the head of an eagle, which had grown a dozen times in size, emerged from above the bushes.Twelve strange beings came towards them through the bushes, they had the bodies of horses, their hind legs, and their tails, but their front legs, wings, and heads seemed to be of eagles, with steel on their eagle-like heads. Large beak and bright orange eyes.

"Hippogriffs," said Hagrid cheerfully, holding a dozen chains in his hand, and he didn't seem in the slightest to think that these magical animals with claws sharp enough to kill anyone at will were dangerous.He tied the chain to the fence and waved to the students who were getting further away from him, laughing and saying, "They're pretty, aren't they?"

No one answered.

Harry nodded silently.

Today's Harry is fully able to understand Hagrid's aesthetics-of course, it may be limited to hippogriffs.Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at Buckbeak's beautiful fur and feathers. After hearing Hagrid say "Everyone can come closer", he first walked towards Hagrid, followed by Neville, Ron and Hermione Walk cautiously towards the fence.

Draco stared at Harry without blinking, but opened his mouth to talk to Blaise.

"Okay," Hagrid glanced at them with relief, and then introduced the most important habits and characteristics of hippogriffs, "They are proud, very proud, of course we don't want to offend them, so we must Watch out for the Hippogriff to make the first move. You walk up to it, you bow, and you wait. If it bows back, you can touch it. If it doesn't bow, get out It, because it's likely to scratch you." Hagrid pointed to their sharp claws.

"Okay, as long as we're polite, we can befriend the hippogriff—who wants to be the first to make friends now?" Hagrid looked at everyone with encouraging eyes, but only Harry responded.

"I think so," said Harry.

"Very brave! Harry!" Hagrid called Harry's name affectionately. "Well done, you are as brave as your father, daring to try what others are timid—"

Harry smiled at him.

In fact, the atmosphere on the field at this time was very strange, except for Hagrid and Harry, the others seemed to be not here, and the noises they made were not even as loud as those hippogriffs who were unhappy being restrained.

Harry climbed over the fence of the paddock under Hagrid's guidance, and now he heard whispers behind him, but he resisted the urge to look back, although at this moment he really wanted to look back at Della What look will be on Ke's face.

"Good boy—this is Buckbeak." Hagrid introduced Harry, undoing a chain.Harry's emerald green eyes looked at Buckbeak through the lens. Everything was as he expected, even Hagrid's hand reaching out to undo the chain followed the established trajectory.

His eyes narrowed meaningfully.

"Relax, Harry," said Hagrid quietly, "you and it have to look at each other and try not to blink - if you blink a lot, it won't trust you..."

Of course Harry knew, and he even deftly began to look into Buckbeak's eyes, studying the color shifts in those bright yellow eyes intently.Buckbeak took a few steps towards Harry, his posture was graceful, and his huge beak seemed to stop right in front of Harry's eyes.

It also looked at Harry.To be honest, it is really exciting to meet the eyes of such an animal that can be said to be huge, especially when you have to bow to it and show your fragile nape to its sharp claws.

Harry's eyes remained unblinking, just looking at Buckbeak's eyes, which had grown even larger from the proximity.

"Okay, bows, Harry," whispered Hagrid.

Harry bowed solemnly, then straightened up and looked Buckbeak in the eye again.

And behind him, Draco was also watching him.As long as he looked at Buckbeak, Draco looked at his back for as long as possible.

"Harry?" Hagrid looked at Harry worriedly, ready to pull Harry away if anything happened.

But nothing bad happened.The much milder Buckbeak shook his big head twice, bent his scaly front knee, and bowed to Harry.

"Nice job, Harry!" said Hagrid, visibly startled after Buckbeak bowed, and then ecstatically, "One hit, great! Good - you can touch it now!"

Harry nodded, walked up to Buckbeak, patted his beak, then stroked his big, oily, tactile head, and Buckbeak even rubbed his hand.

Harry laughed, walked a few steps over to Hagrid, unhooked a dead ferret from him, and tossed it to Buckbeak. "you're so beautiful."

Buckbeak jumped up with his front legs, grabbed the dead ferret from mid-air, uttered a vague cry at Harry after landing, and then happily ate it.

"Okay, Harry," Hagrid seemed very happy, "it seems that it likes you very much, maybe you can ride it around." He said, walked to Buckbeak and patted it the nape of his neck, and motioned to Harry, "Come here, Harry."

When Harry walked over, Buckbeak was already crouching with his legs bent again.

"Whoa! That looks so cool!" said a boy in Gryffindor. "I would have given it a try if I knew it wasn't as dangerous as it looked."

"Each of you can come and give it a try later," Hagrid said with a laugh, watching the students who were beginning to show eagerness to try.

Some indescribable joy has made Harry forget some unhappy things, such as the dozens of medals and trophies that are still waiting for him.He also forgot to care about the people behind him because of the flight in front of him, even if it was just for a while.

"Climb up here, just behind the wing joints." Hagrid said, watching Harry's slight hesitation, "Quick, don't be shy. Just be careful not to pull off its feathers..."

But Harry wasn't really timid, he tried to put one foot on Buckbeak's wing, but it was really hard to do at his height.In the end it was Hagrid who saw his predicament and put him on Buckbeak's back.

Buckbeak immediately straightened his limbs and shook his neck.

Even though it wasn't his first time riding a hippogriff, the feeling of flying was foreign to Harry.Regardless of whether it was a long time ago or more than 11 years ago, his hands have become accustomed to the feel of a broom.This tool habit was so severe that Harry, holding Buckbeak's supple neck now, felt that the position of his hands was not quite right.

But the Hippogriff didn't give him extra time to prepare. The twelve-foot wings spread out on both sides of Harry with a "swish", and the force of the powerful swing brought up the wind, and gradually took Harry away. ground.

Fortunately, the site Hagrid chose didn't have too many trees, which was the only feeling Harry had after he flew up.But soon he thought otherwise, for Buckbeak had flown over and over the tall trees of the Forbidden Forest.

The endless shades of green carried a wonderful rhythm in the wind, and Buckbeak was getting faster and faster.

Afterwards, they flew over the Hogwarts castle, and the majestic castle unfolded like a scroll under his feet.He also saw the Quidditch pitch - it felt so much smaller than when he was flying in it.Then they flew over the spire of the tallest astronomical building, and Buckbeak stretched his wings and began to glide. They turned a corner in the air, and then flew towards the direction of the Black Lake.

—It seems that Buckbeak wants to go back from the Black Lake.

The water of the Black Lake shone with undulating golden light in the sunlight, and as Buckbeak flew closer and closer, Harry could even see some black shadows floating or flashing past under the water.

Buckbeak flew lower and lower until his paws touched the surface of the Black Lake.

The scenery is beautiful.Harry sighed, and it was the smoothest part of the flight.

He sat relaxed on Buckbeak's back, his arms outstretched.The wind with moist water vapor blows his hair and cheeks, his eyes are closed, his mind is blank, it seems that all troubles come and go as fast as the wind brought by Buckbeak's wings.

But it was a pity that Buckbeak soon stopped this smooth flight, and Harry thought he was probably bored or something.Anyway, as it flapped its wings a few times and flew high, Harry lay down on its furry neck again due to inertia.

Buckbeak finally flew him around a group of people before returning to the ground.

Hagrid whistled for Buckbeak. "Well done, Harry!" he said, "and Buckbeak, you two are wonderful!"

Buckbeak slowly folded his wings, landed on the ground and trotted back to Hagrid's side.

"How does it feel, Harry? It's taken you flying for quite a while." Hagrid asked, taking him off Buckbeak's back.

"Cool!" Harry said succinctly, grabbing a few strands of wind-torn hair.

Hagrid patted him on the shoulder, and everyone cheered.

"Okay, who else wants to try?" Hagrid asked loudly after the crowd had quieted down a bit.

"May I do it again?" Harry said quickly.

Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and smiled, then lowered his head and asked him in a low voice, "Is my class okay?"

"That's great, Professor Hagrid!" Harry admired.

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Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures III, the plot draws on "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"

☆、Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures IV

Draco during practice