Flying on the back of a buckbeak is not at all the same as riding a broomstick. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Evan felt everything around him spin rapidly, the markers on the ground were shrinking rapidly, and soon all of them were disappearing, and the line between the sky and the ground was blurring. He clung to Buckbeak's neck, leaning his body against its feathers.

Buckbeak's wings fluttered around him, touching his legs in an uncomfortable way that made Evan feel as if he was about to fall off at any moment.

Because of the wind, Buckbeak's smooth feathers slid under his fingers.

Evan didn't dare to hold on tightly, the hips of the Hippogriff rose and fell with the wings, and he felt himself jolting back and forth. This is much more difficult than riding a smooth broomstick, and if it weren't for the fact that he has barely overcome his fear of heights after practicing for more than a month, he can't guarantee that he won't fall unconscious.

However, Evan can be sure that even if he falls from a height, Buckbeak will be able to catch him before he hits the ground.

When you think about it, there's nothing to worry about.

He tried to lean out and look at the scenery around him.

They were now speeding over the huge lake in front of the castle, surprisingly fast, faster than a firebolt.

As Buckbeak spreads his wings and white clouds float gently beside him, Aven feels like he's dancing in the wind, and it's an amazing experience.

Soon, he discovered the advantages of riding a Hippogriff.

In addition to being extremely fast and agile, it's also easy to hide. Looking up from below, all you can see is a Hippogriff flying through the air, and you can't see Evan hidden under its thick feathers.

Moreover, these thick feathers can help Aven withstand the cold wind in the air and maintain his temperature, so that he will not freeze his body from flying.

Not to mention, Buckbeak himself also has a certain amount of attack power.

Once the battle is up, it can help Evan deal with the eight-eyed giant spider and all kinds of potential dangers.

If the comfort level could be improved, it would be perfect.

"Ba flew in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, to the territory of the Eight-Eyed Spider. Evan shouted, "Our destination is the hollows, the lair of Aragog!"

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As Evan and Buckbeak approached Aragog's lair, Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe appeared on the edge of the Forbidden Forest's eight-eyed spider's territory.

They passed under a huge fallen tree trunk covered with green vines, the ground was covered with gravel and unknown plants, and the thick moss was uncomfortable to step on, almost causing Goyle to slip, and he hurriedly helped Crabbe to stabilize himself.

The two men breathed heavily, and they looked at the strange scene around them, their faces full of fear and worry.

No matter how stupid they were, they knew that their bulging muscles alone could not deal with the eight-eyed giant spider.

"Draco, we ......" Goyle's voice trembled, his small, dull eyes roaming back and forth among the nearby bushes, afraid of something coming out of them.

"What for?!" Malfoy replied sullenly, not even looking back.

"I—I don't think we can go any further!" Crabbe nudged Goyle, and the two exchanged glances, and he said in an almost pleading tone, "It's full of dangerous eight-eyed spiders around here, Professor Black said......"

"Shut up, Gregory, don't put Blake in front of me, he's the same pure-blood wizard scum as the Weasleys!" Malfoy snapped, "Well, I can see it, the abominable Black, the abominable Potter, and the even more abominable Mud Mason, they're behind everything......"

"Draco, the Eight-Eyed Spider is dangerous, we're approaching their territory. Clark swallowed and hurriedly followed, "Gregory is right, let's go back quickly, they could come out at any time." ”

"Shut up, Vincent!" Malfoy said in disgust, "I know what I'm doing, we're here to find those stupid spiders, do you think I'm going to be defeated by them?!" ”

Malfoy clenched his wand tightly in his hand and angrily stomped off the branches on the ground.

"But ......"

"Near here is the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the eight-eyed giant spiders that can appear are all weak, but they are just larger spiders, and the three of us can handle it. Malfoy explained impatiently, "You've killed quite a few in the last few months. ”

Seeing Malfoy's appearance, Goyle and Crabbe didn't dare to refute it.

They all knew that at this time, it was still less likely to mess with Malfoy. In fact, after the defeat to Gryffindor, all the Slytherin students questioned and dissatisfied Malfoy's performance on the field, and they did not understand why Malfoy would join Harry in getting in the way of Angelina by the rest of the team.

Although Malfoy had explained many times that he was avoiding Harry's physical collision, this explanation could not be exchanged for understanding and sympathy in Slytherin.

In the eyes of most, it was Malfoy's stupidity and cowardice that led to the loss of the crucial final. Although no one dared to publicly accuse and question him due to the prestige of the Malfoy family, that kind of look was also very unpleasant.

While Gryffindor was partying, the atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was dreary and tense, with strange emotions spreading through it.

As Flint and the rest of the team prepared to review everyone in turn, Malfoy, who couldn't take it anymore, led Goyle and Crabbe out of it.

He was so angry that if he could, he would rather have a duel with Harry to decide the winner.

But in fact, he couldn't even find Harry's figure now.

Malfoy wandered aimlessly around the castle, thinking about the recent series of things that had gone wrong: the Quidditch final he had just lost, the escape of Buckbeak who had hurt himself, the reunion of his nemesis Harry with his godfather Sirius Black, and the advice his father and Professor Snape had given him......

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, feeling that his luck had been so bad lately that everything had started to turn around after Christmas, and things were getting worse and worse.

After hearing a few Hufflepuffs in the library talking about the Quidditch match and the big carnival being held in the Gryffindor common room, Malfoy left with a grim face, deciding to go to the Forbidden Forest to kill the Eight-Eyed Spider.

After a few months of fighting, the fighting strength of the young wizards has increased significantly.

With the help of others, Malfoy also killed more than thirty eight-eyed spiders in a row, which was one of the highest kills among all the young wizards at Hogwarts, even more than most of the senior students, and enough to make him proud.

Although he was not accompanied by a professor today, Malfoy did not think he would be in any danger.

Although he was angry, he still had reason, knowing that as long as he did not go deep into the territory of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider, he would not encounter any danger.

What he needs now is to vent, to vent his anger by killing lives.

But the strange thing is that I don't know what is going on today, Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe have been looking for a long time on the periphery of the Forbidden Forest, and they don't need to see the shadow of an eight-eyed giant spider. These guys, who used to be extremely common, seem to have all disappeared. (To be continued.) )