Chapter 126 Draco, the Successful Pretender
Hagrid rubbed his hands and said nervously, "If you want to observe them more closely, then..."
Draco walked over immediately, as if he wanted to touch it directly.
Seeing this, Hephis quickly let go of Hermione's hand, walked a few steps to Draco and patted him on the shoulder.
The Hippogriff is a magical creature of XXX level.
Although he could ensure Draco's safety, he didn't want Hagrid's first class to turn into an accident.
Draco also realized his impulse and shrank his neck.
He followed closely beside Hephaest, his eyes fixed on the hippogriff.
"The first thing you have to know about Hippogriffs is their pride," Hagrid began to explain.
"They are extremely sensitive creatures and can be easily offended if you are not careful, so don't try to provoke or anger them."
"You wait for the Hippogriff to make the first move. It's common courtesy."
"You walk toward it, bow, and then wait."
"If it greets you back, you can touch it."
"But if it doesn't bow, leave immediately because their claws are very sharp."
Hagrid looked at the little wizard below with hope, "Who's going to be the first?"
The Hippogriffs seemed unhappy with such restraint.
They shook their heads angrily, spread their strong and powerful wings, and hissed.
Except for Hephesus and Hermione, the other little wizards all took a few steps back, with fear and resistance written all over their faces.
Draco didn't have time to care about these things. He couldn't wait to climb over the fence of the enclosure.
He said excitedly, "Hagrid, what should I do."
"Well done, Draco!" cried Hagrid. "Let's see how you get on with Buckbeak, then."
He untied a chain, led Buckbeak away from his companions, and removed his leather collar.
All the students on the other side of the paddock held their breath.
Harry looked at Draco and his eyes gradually changed. An inexplicable emotion arose from the bottom of his heart.
"Draco, relax." Hagrid's voice was steady.
"You and Buckbeak need to look at each other without blinking. If you blink too much, it'll think you're not being sincere..."
Draco stared at Buckbeak with rapt attention.
Perhaps it was the affection in his eyes that touched Buckbeak.
Buckbeak's orange eyes, which had been furious, gradually calmed down and he looked at Draco curiously.
"Great," Hagrid obviously noticed Buckbeak's change, "Draco... now, bow..."
Draco leaned forward without hesitation and bowed gracefully to Buckbeak.
As he straightened up, Buckbeak bent his scaly front knees and sank down in obvious return of the greeting.
"Well done!" roared Hagrid delightedly. "Draco, you can touch it now! Pat its beak."
Draco was waiting for this moment. He stretched out his hand impatiently and patted its beak several times.
Buckbeak seemed to enjoy the touch and closed his eyes lazily.
The students around burst into warm applause.
Even the little lions who usually didn't get along with Slytherin clapped their hands vigorously.
Draco turned his head and looked around. The envious and admiring eyes made him even more proud.
His gaze lingered on Harry's face for a moment, and seeing the other's shocked expression, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Draco, I think Buckbeak might be willing to let you ride him." Hagrid observed Buckbeak's condition.
"Really? That's great." Draco patted its beak again. "You do, mate?"
Buckbeak lowered his head and sat down on his knees.
This time, Draco didn't even wait for Hagrid to teach him. He just turned over and climbed onto its back.
Hagrid quickly warned: "Be careful not to pull its feathers off, it doesn't like it..."
Buckbeak shook his head and slowly stood up.
Draco stroked its feathers gently.
"Fly!" Hagrid shouted and patted Buckbeak on the rump.
Buckbeak spread his twelve-foot wings and Draco quickly hugged its neck.
It carried Draco around in a circle over the paddock and was about to return to the ground.
Draco shouted excitedly, "Fly as much as you can! Buckbeak!"
When Buckbeak heard this, his eyes became sharp, and he flapped his wings quickly and soared higher into the sky.
It carried Draco through the sea of clouds, flew low over the Black Lake, and circled around Hogwarts Castle.
"Haha! Cool!" Draco's shout resounded throughout the sky.
Many little wizards who were in class saw this scene through the window.
Draco got off Buckbeak happily, "You're great, Buckbeak."
Buckbeak lowered his head and rubbed his big head against him.
It seems that they get along quite well.
"Anyone else want to try it?" Hagrid said excitedly.
The young wizards, inspired by Draco's bravery, all walked carefully into the paddock.
Hagrid untied the chains one by one, and little wizards were bowing nervously everywhere in the paddock.
Draco gushed over Buckbeak to Hephis.
Hermione was now sitting on it, stroking its smooth feathers.
Although Hephis seemed to be listening to him, his magical perception enveloped the entire enclosure.
After all, the Hippogriff is a magical creature of XXX level.
He had to make sure these little wizards didn't do anything stupid.
He didn't want Hagrid's first class to get off to a bad start and be ruined like this.
Although only a few people can ride a hippogriff in the sky.
But everyone's face was filled with excitement and joy.
The whole class went relatively smoothly.
Only Neville had his hand broken when he fell to the ground while running away from the Hippogriff.
Seeing that the get out of class was about to end, Hephis walked over to Hagrid and continued the Q process.
"Professor, what is today's homework?"
"Homework?" Hagrid was slightly stunned, as if he was a little unfamiliar with the word.
"Professor, I think we can leave some homework about the habits of hippogriffs and the precautions when encountering them. This will deepen everyone's impression." Hephis suggested.
"Oh! Okay, homework." Hagrid shouted to the little wizards, "Come on, gather over here."
The young wizards, reluctant to leave their hippogriffs, gathered at the edge of the paddock.
