Chapter 621: An interesting lesson on protecting magical animals
Riding on the back of a hippogriff is completely different from riding a broomstick.
One is to believe in it, and the other is to believe in yourself.
Reeves also responded to Vincent's confidence.
It stopped at an altitude of more than a thousand feet, and slowly flapped its wings so that he could overlook the entire Forbidden Forest.
Although it was not the first time, the shock it brought was completely different.
The comfortable feathers, bumps and shakes are all things a broomstick cannot bring.
"Chirp--" Reeves's cry seemed to express the need to sit still.
Vincent gently hugged its neck and lowered his body as much as possible.
The broad, jet-black wings flapped vigorously, and Reeves carried him downwards, shuttling back and forth between tall trees.
"Woohoo—" His sigh echoed in the Forbidden Forest and reached the ears of countless magical creatures.
Across the smoke-filled lakeside area, what comes into view is Blackie parked next to a tree.
Luofu was chasing after him not far away, panting and looking like he was about to fall down from exhaustion at any moment.
Vincent waved his hand downwards, "Hey! Come on!"
Xiao Hei raised his head and widened his eyes.
Holding his breath, Luofu looked at the sky, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Hagrid’s Care of Magical Creatures lesson turned out to be so interesting!
He glanced at Xiao Hei, who was watching blankly by the tree, and showed a particularly sinister smile.
While it's quiet now...
However, when he was about to touch the dog's head, Xiao Hei happened to look over.
"Woof!"
In the blink of an eye, it had run behind another tree.
"Ah!!!" Luo Fu chased after him again dragging his tired body.
Reeves, who was walking through the forest, suddenly climbed up.
Vincent waved to Jomgander below and the Gugu on its head, "This is our new friend, it's called Reeves!"
"Hiss—" Jomgander's big head retracted and returned to Astoria and the two cats.
Reeves was slightly frightened, but quickly regained his previous height.
It carried Vincent to the habitats of magical animals, seemingly wanting to bring him to see the world.
Groups of Acromantulas hurriedly retreated into their caves, and the centaurs who were ready to shoot arrows put down their bows and arrows.
The moon-crazy beast poked out its big round silver head from behind the rock, and the unicorn ran on the ground in pursuit.
Arriving at the edge of the mountain, the horned camel Anna called out "moo".
Reeves raised his head, flapped his wings and flew up the mountain.
Several giant monsters waved their big sticks fiercely, picked up rocks and threw them into the air.
When we were almost reaching the top of the mountain, we could faintly hear several wolf-like roars.
Although the wind was a bit loud, Vincent still heard it.
He leaned close to Reeves' neck and looked at the mountains above.
Those are a group of savage-like guys.
Their roars were not hostile, as if they were asking about the purpose of their sudden visit.
"Chirp--" Reeves finished answering the question and hovered above their heads.
Vincent studied it carefully.
They have human-like bodies, with exposed skin mostly covered by sparse hair, and all of them are tall and strong.
This is a werewolf, a pure-blood werewolf.
If it were transformed from a human, the hair on its body would not be as thick as this.
"Woo-" And he couldn't make a wolf-like cry.
"Chirp—" Reeves' eagle chirped again.
Vincent on its back recalled the werewolf's habits.
Uncle Newt said in the book that pure-blood werewolves are not cruel and will not actively attack humans to expand the group.
Except when they transform on a full moon night, they are usually just like centaurs, not a dangerous race.
But not all werewolves are friendly, and the group headed by Fenrir Greyback is a special case.
It specializes in transforming children into werewolves so that they can grow up with hatred for wizards away from their parents.
Voldemort's werewolf army was led by Greyback.
Threatening them and letting them bite the children of those who opposed them, causing countless heavy pains to the British wizarding community.
The werewolf on the top of the mountain didn't seem to understand what Reeves was saying.
Vincent leaned out half of his body and waved goodbye to the werewolves below: "Goodbye!"
The tallest and strongest werewolf, who seemed to be the leader, shook his hands and responded in English that was not very fluent.
I could only vaguely hear who the students were and what kind of visitors they were.
Is it welcome or not?
Vincent turned his head and saw the werewolves standing on the edge of the mountain waving, as if to express goodwill.
The centaurs have always believed that they are the masters of the Forbidden Forest and should have had contact with werewolves.
So if you want to be a guest, it's best to call Bain and Ronan together.
Reeves was not slow and soon flew to the smoke-filled lakeside area.
It takes less than 5 minutes to go back and forth, which is slightly slower than a flying broomstick.
From a distance, Vincent felt that there were many eyes looking at him.
"Chirp--" Reeves circled around the field and then slowly landed.
Vincent jumped to the ground, gently stroked its forehead, and made it make a "clucking" sound.
Hagrid came over and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Excellent!"
The students couldn't wait to come to the fence.
"Don't worry!" Hagrid faced everyone, "Everyone has something, just line up first!"
Harry, who was almost pressed against the fence, had eyes full of anticipation.
How enjoyable it would be to fly around on the back of a hippogriff.
If you look closely, they are not very fierce.
Especially Reeves, who was being fed by Vincent, was as happy as Gugu who had eaten the little field mouse.
Hagrid looked at them and hesitated to speak.
Jomgander has become a lot fatter than when he first came to the Forbidden Forest, and the size of his mithril hood has been adjusted three times.
If nothing unexpected happens, the Hippogriff will be a long-term "employee" of the school.
And Reeves’ weight…
"Okay, I'll take you to eat delicious food after class."
Vincent patted Reeves on the forehead, and together they came to the edge to clear the center of the field.
Hagrid took a deep breath and unhooked the leather collars of the remaining dozen hippogriffs one by one.
They did not rush to the students immediately, so they seemed to have already understood the content of today's work.
Have a friendly exchange with the little wizards, and then take them on a flight around the Forbidden Forest.
"Okay!" Hagrid waved to Harry, who was standing at the front, "You can come in!"
Remember, you must bow first, don’t rush to make the relationship better!”
Harry went in first and came across a brown-feathered hippogriff.
Ron picked an orange one.
Hermione chose a light red one, while Daphne's was pure white.
By the time Draco arrived, more than a dozen little cuties had someone to communicate with.
He squinted and looked at Reeves lying on the edge of the field.
Vincent subconsciously turned back to meet this gaze.
Within three seconds, Draco looked away.
It's impossible to be afraid, it's just that the current situation is weaker than others, so I'll just tolerate it for the time being.
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This chapter has been completed!