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"Oh, how silly we all are!"

"We should have petted them, why didn't we guess!"

Draco took the lead in jeering, looking at Hagrid with a face full of disdain.

"Malfoy!"

Hearing this voice, Draco shuddered violently, then retreated into the Slytherin crowd.

Mainly, he was quite tormented by this book, and he also deeply despised Hagrid's identity, which led to a temporary lapse in judgment, forgetting that Hagrid had a good relationship with Ethan.

Now, being called out by Ethan like this, he almost regretted not slapping himself.

He really has been teasing Harry too much lately, leading to his brain not being enough.

"You all have your textbooks, now you need the magical creatures, I'll go and bring them over, you wait a moment."

Hagrid, somewhat dejected, left the crowd and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

He had also just seen many young wizards' dissatisfied expressions, especially from the Slytherin side. He clearly thought this book was very interesting and could make everyone like the Care of Magical Creatures class.

Why did it turn out like this?

Ethan shook his head speechlessly as he watched Hagrid leave like that. He really wasn't ready to be a professor yet.

But it's not a big problem.

Hogwarts is mostly occupied by abnormal professors anyway, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who changes every year, the Divination professor who is an old fraud and predicts someone's death every year, the Potions professor who is biased to the extreme and doesn't wash his hair, and the Flying professor, who is nominally a professor but actually just a Quidditch referee.

These are just the professors Ethan has interacted with. Who knows what abnormal professors there are among those elective courses he hasn't encountered.

"Ah! That's, that's..."

Lavender Brown suddenly pointed to the opposite side of the paddock and screamed.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing, and a dozen animals came trotting over. Most people had never seen such strangely shaped fellows.

They had the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but the forelegs, wings, and head were like an eagle's. The beak was the color of steel, and the bright, large eyes were orange. Each talon on the forelegs was half a foot long, making them look fearsome.

Moreover, each one had a thick leather collar around its neck, tethered by a long chain.

All the chains were held in Hagrid's hand as he slowly walked into the paddock with these monsters.

"Come on, this way!"

Hagrid urged the monsters towards the fence where all the students were standing while pulling on the chains.

Once they arrived, Hagrid tied all the monsters to the fence, and the students backed away.

After all, no one dared to guarantee that the beaks and claws of these big guys wouldn't land on them.

Chapter 160: Care of Magical Creatures Class

"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid waved to the students and shouted happily, "Aren't they beautiful!"

This was what Hagrid had specially chosen for his first lesson. While being rare enough, their personalities were also considered to be relatively docile.

As for what Hagrid said about being beautiful, the hippogriffs did have a good appearance. Their fur was shiny and shimmering, and each one was a different color: stormy black, bronze, pink mottled, crystal-shimmering reddish-brown, and ink-like black.

Ethan was quite familiar with them, and he would occasionally go over to pluck some of their feathers.

It's just that their feathers weren't worth much, so they didn't have much of a presence.

However, Hagrid's first lesson had an accident, which couldn't be entirely blamed on Draco.

These hippogriffs were all purely wild, and their orange eyes still revealed some unruliness.

Hagrid was able to directly subdue them with his large physique, but the young wizards couldn't.

If this lesson had been changed to Bowtruckles, Mooncalves, or other small and cute magical creatures, the effect would definitely be better than hippogriffs, and there wouldn't be any risks.

Unfortunately, Hagrid only favored these big and fierce guys, and he really wasn't interested in small magical creatures.

Or rather, Ethan should be glad that Hagrid didn't bring over Thunderbirds or dragons.

"If you want to see them more clearly, you can come closer and try."

Seeing that everyone was just watching from afar, Hagrid immediately invited them.

In his opinion, these hippogriffs were all good babies, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Seeing that everyone didn't move, Hagrid was a little disappointed. He really wanted to introduce these big guys to the students below.

"You can rest assured, hippogriffs generally don't hurt people! I mean, not when they're in a bad mood, so as long as you don't provoke them, they'll..."

Hearing Hagrid say this, many young wizards took two steps back.

Many young wizards were thinking, I don't hurt people when I'm not in a bad mood either!.

Who knows how it's considered to be in a bad mood, or what situation it's not in a bad mood, and who can withstand a bite from this big guy!

"As long as you respect it, it won't be in a bad mood, they are all very proud!"

"Conversely, if you humiliate it, then there will be a risk of losing your life."

Hagrid could only explain in more detail, but the more he said, the more afraid the young wizards below became.

It was just hurting people just now, but now there was a risk of losing your life, this has become murder.

"Alright, who's going first?"

Saying that, Hagrid glanced at the students below.

Not a single person dared to step forward, who knew if they would anger these big guys later.

"This isn't difficult, you walk towards it, bow, and if it also bows to you, you can touch it. If it doesn't bow, you just leave it cleanly, those claws will hurt people."

After listening to Hagrid's explanation, still no one was willing to step forward.

Seeing these hippogriffs shaking their heads and stretching their strong and powerful wings, seeming very unwilling to be tied up like this, who would dare to risk their lives!

Harry was hesitant whether to go up and help Hagrid, but Trelawney had just said this morning that he would encounter an attack and be in mortal danger. Although Professor McGonagall said that Trelawney's words were untrustworthy, what if it were true?

And she also knew that she had encountered the Grim, indicating that she still had some ability.

Ethan, on the other hand, purely thought that it was useless for him to go up. He could ride them whenever he wanted, and there was no need for extra actions, which wouldn't serve any exemplary role.

"No one?"

Hagrid looked at the indifferent crowd below, with a hint of pleading on his face.

From the start of class, Hagrid felt that everything was beyond his control; he was failing miserably as a professor.

Ethan kicked Terry in the butt. The Hippogriff's temper was actually quite good; as long as you followed Hagrid's instructions, even if you failed, there wouldn't be any danger.

"I know you, Terry Boot!"

Hagrid, seeing Terry step forward, excitedly welcomed him. He had made a lot of preparations for this day, at least enough to accurately call out the name of every young wizard.

"Me?"

Terry looked around blankly, then suddenly turned his head to look at Ethan.

Based on the feeling just now, he could determine the direction of the person who kicked him, and Ethan was standing in that position.

Ethan gave Terry a reassuring look.

"I'll go!"

Turning back around, Terry took a deep breath and shouted loudly. Ethan shouldn't be trying to trick him; he could only comfort himself with that thought.

Of course, the effect would have been much better if his legs weren't trembling at that moment.

"Come on, let's see how you deal with Buckbeak!"

Hagrid unfastened a chain and pulled the Hippogriff named Buckbeak away from its companions, and removed the leather collar from its neck.

"Make eye contact with it, Boot!"

"Now it's easy, you've already made eye contact with it, don't blink—if you blink too often, the Hippogriff won't trust you…"

Hagrid nervously watched Terry and Buckbeak, as it was crucial to the continuation of his first lesson.

Terry's eyes were stinging terribly at the moment, and tears were constantly flowing down his cheeks, but he dared not close his eyes.

Buckbeak, however, turned his annoying big head, staring at Terry with a fierce orange eye.

"Alright!" Hagrid shouted, reminding him, "Now, bow, Boot, bow…"

Terry didn't dare to be negligent and immediately bowed as Hagrid instructed, then raised his head.

But Terry found that the Hippogriff did not bow to him, still looking at him with arrogance.

"This!" Hagrid's expression was already somewhat worried: "Back away first, Boot, retreat slowly and easily, don't rush…"

When Terry had retreated about seven or eight steps away, the Hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly front knees, making an unmistakable bowing gesture.

"Well done, Boot!" Hagrid said with some elation: "Now you can touch it! Pat its beak, go ahead!"

If the Hippogriff is willing to bow to you, it means it has recognized you, and as long as you don't go too far, there won't be any problems.

Hearing Hagrid say this, Terry cautiously walked towards the Hippogriff and gently patted its beak.

The Hippogriff, having its beak patted, lazily closed its eyes, seeming to enjoy it very much.

The students below cheered when they saw Terry succeed.

This thing was still very beautiful and mighty, and if it didn't hurt people, no one would refuse to ride them.

"Boot, now it's willing to let you ride it!"

"You climb up, just behind the wing joint, remember…"

Under everyone's gaze, Hagrid taught Terry how to properly climb onto the Hippogriff's back step by step.

After Terry was seated securely, Hagrid suddenly slapped the Hippogriff's hindquarters.

Suddenly, twelve-foot-long wings spread out on both sides of Terry. Seeing this, Terry could only grab the Hippogriff's neck.

The young wizards below watched with great interest, until the Hippogriff flew Terry around the field and, after landing, they all applauded.

"Alright, now who else wants to try!"

Hagrid patted Terry's shoulder twice as encouragement, and then spoke to the students.

With a successful example, there were now many more people coming forward.

Ethan casually chose a reddish-brown Hippogriff and, without following Hagrid's instructions, directly flipped onto its back.

"Ethan is a special case, they know each other, don't copy him!"

Hagrid, seeing this scene, immediately reminded the young wizards below.

If they all followed suit and flipped directly onto the Hippogriff's back like that, something big would definitely happen.

The young wizards nodded understandingly; they didn't want to compete with Ethan in anything.

"Screech!"

Just after taking to the sky, Ethan heard a high-pitched cry of a bird from afar. Without turning his head to look, Ethan knew it was a Thunderbird.

But the location where Ethan and the others were now was the edge of the Forbidden Forest. How did the Thunderbird come?

Sure enough, after only a moment, the Thunderbird flew to Ethan's side, and even tried to move closer to Ethan.

The Hippogriff under Ethan, however, didn't dare to make any extra movements, and could only maintain its current speed and fly forward.

The young wizards below had already exploded with excitement at the appearance of the Thunderbird. Compared to the Hippogriff, everyone obviously wanted to try riding the Thunderbird more.

Some students even directly asked if they could ride the Thunderbird.

Hagrid was sweating profusely from listening. Even he couldn't ride it; if these young wizards went up, wouldn't they be torn apart by the Thunderbird in minutes?

He immediately made a clear statement: "The Thunderbird is not within the scope of teaching."

Hearing Hagrid say this, the young wizards could only give up this hope, but looking at Ethan in the sky who had already transferred to the Thunderbird's back, their eyes were full of envy.

The difference was really too great!

Ethan rode the Thunderbird for several laps before coming down, and patted its head, giving it some energy cubes to eat. Only then was it willing to leave.

This wasn't one of the two adult Thunderbirds, but a little one, probably running over here to play when it saw Ethan.

Now everyone wasn't so afraid of the Hippogriff anymore, and they stood in front of Hagrid one by one, lining up to experience the feeling of flying in the sky on a Hippogriff.

Due to Ethan's intervention, Malfoy didn't dare to play any fancy tricks, and nothing happened until the end of class.