Harry was the second to step forward, and he bowed and saluted exactly as Hagrid had commanded. This time it worked, and he put one foot on Buckbeak's wings and easily climbed onto its back. Buckbeak stood up.

"Keep going!" Hagrid exclaimed, patting the monster on the buttocks.

Suddenly, twelve-foot-long wings spread out on either side of Harry; Harry gently hugged the monster's neck as it flew upwards. It was a great feeling, and the wings of the monster fluttered at either side of him; Slippery feathers stroked under his fingers; His body rises and falls with the wings of the monster, and it feels like riding a horse, which is not the same feeling as a broomstick at all.

Buckbeak carried him around the paddock before heading back to the ground, and Harry wasn't quite over it. When the monster's uneven legs hit the ground, Harry felt a heavy impact, and then he jumped lightly, and with a turn he landed in front of the envied young wizards.

Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the class were encouraged by them and cautiously entered the paddock. Hagrid unfastened the chains one by one, and soon there were people bowing nervously all over the paddock. Neville fled back from his monster several times, and the monster didn't seem to want to bend its knees. Ron and Hermione bowed to a chestnut monster as Harry watched.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle asked for Buckbeak. It bowed to Malfoy, who patted its beak with disgust.

"It's easy," Malfoy said in a long voice, loud enough for everyone to hear, "If Potter can do it, I know it must be easy, and I bet you're not in danger at all." Isn't it? He said to the monster, "You are not dangerous, you ugly beast!" ”

This arrogance angered the monster, and the steel-gray claws waved. Malfoy let out a scream, and Hagrid immediately put Buckbeak, who was still struggling to pounce on Malfoy, back into its collar; Malfoy curled up in a ball on the grass. There were patches of blood on the robes.

"I'm going to die!" Malfoy shouted, panicking. "I'm going to die, look, it's killing me!"

"You're not going to die!" Hagrid said, his face extremely pale. "Who's going to help me? He must be taken away from here! ”

"Don't panic, it's no big deal!" Charon spoke to Hagrid and rushed forward to help Malfoy heal his wounds, but Malfoy only had a deep, long cut in his arm, which was nothing to the wizard.

"If you do exactly what Professor Hagrid tells you to do, you won't suffer this sin." Charon waved his wand, helping to stop the bleeding while reprimanding Malfoy, "You're not too young, why do you keep doing such childish things?" Warcraft doesn't know your noble school director! ”

Although Charon is not very good at healing spells, treating such wounds is still a piece of cake. Soon the wound stopped bleeding and healed. Soon, he stood up and said, "Okay, it's okay, if you are still not at ease, you can send him to the school hospital for another examination." Don't let our young Master Malfoy leave any shaky after-effects. ”

Malfoy was still there to live or die, so Hagrid had to pick up Malfoy and lead him up the slope towards the castle.

The students in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class were shocked, some followed Hagrid to watch the excitement, and some believed that Malfoy was okay and stayed where they were.

The Slytherin students shouted loudly about Hagrid. "They should fire him right away!" Pansy Parkinson said, with tears on his face. "It's Malfoy's fault!" Dean Thomas snapped. Crabbe and Goyle flex their muscles menacingly.

"You say he's going to be okay, right?" Hermione said nervously.

"Of course it's going to be fine, Charon has already healed his wounds, not to mention that Hagrid took him to Madam Pomfrey." Harry said unapprehensively that the head nurse had miraculously healed him of a much more serious wound than this.

"Please, I'm not talking about Malfoy's stupidity, I'm talking about whether Hagrid will be okay!" Hermione explained angrily.

"yes, it's terrible that something like this happened to Hagrid's first lesson, right?" Ron said, looking worried. "Malfoy is definitely going to make a mess of things......"

At dinner time, they were the first to arrive at the auditorium, hoping to see Hagrid there, but he wasn't there.

"They're not going to fire him, are they?" Hermione asked anxiously, the steak kidneys pudding in front of her didn't move.

"They'd better not fire him." Ron said he didn't eat either.

"If Hagrid is punished, let's go to Headmaster Dumbledore," Charon reassured, "Let's go and prove to the Headmaster, and find a few more classmates to prove that Malfoy was injured because he didn't follow Professor Hagrid's instructions and provoked indiscriminately." Charon's words lifted their morale, and Hermione began to figure out how to write the letter, and Harry and Ron counted who could sign it.

To their disgust, at a table not far away, Malfoy was huddled with a large crowd of people, including Crabbe and Goyle, and were talking energetically. They must be making up claims about how Malfoy got hurt in class.

After dinner, Charon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went upstairs to the common room of Gryffindor House to do Professor McGonagall's assignment.

Hermione was looking at her class schedule. Ron tilted his head over a little bored.

"Wow, okay, there's a couple of new classes to take tomorrow." She said happily.

"Hermione," Ron said, looking at the timetable from her shoulder, frowning, "they've messed up your timetable. You see, they give you a full schedule of ten classes a day. There's not enough time. ”

"I'll figure it out. I've talked to Professor McGonagall. ”

"But look," Ron laughed, "see this morning?" Nine o'clock, divination, below, nine o'clock, Muggle studies, and ......" Ron moved closer to the schedule, unable to believe it, "Look, underneath this is arithmetic divination, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're great, Hermione, but nobody's awesome to that extent, how can you take three classes at the same time? ”

"Don't be stupid," Hermione said irritably, "I certainly can't take three classes at the same time. ”

"Hmm, then ......"

"Hand me the inkwell." Hermione said.

"But ......"

"Oh, Ron, my class schedule is a little full, so what does that have to do with you?" Hermione snapped. "I'm telling you, I've fully negotiated with Professor McGonagall."

Their little argument went unnoticed by Harry, who stopped and looked out of the tower window.

"Hagrid's window has a light." Harry said suddenly. "If we hurry, we can go downstairs to see him, it's still early......"

"If you want to go, you can go." Charon said slowly, glancing up at Harry.

"I can walk through the field," Harry said cheering himself up, "Sirius Black hasn't crossed the Dementors yet, has he?" ”

So they packed up their things and walked out of the hole in the portrait, glad that they had reached the gate without meeting anyone along the way, and they were not sure whether they would be allowed to go out. The grass was still wet and looked almost black in the twilight. They walked to Hagrid's hut, knocked on the door, and a voice shouted, "Come in." ”

Hagrid sat at his scrubbed wooden table in his shirt alone, his hound teeth and head resting on Hagrid's lap; At a glance they could tell that Hagrid had drunk a lot, and with a single-handled goblet in front of him, which was about the size of a bucket, it seemed difficult for him to see them.

"I'm afraid it's a new record," he said inarticulate after recognizing them, "and I don't think they've ever had a teacher who worked for only one day." ”

"Didn't fire you, Hagrid!" Hermione gasped.

"Not yet," Hagrid said sadly, taking another sip from his single-handled goblet, "but it's only a matter of time, isn't it, in Malfoy......"

"He's not badly wounded," Ron said, as they both sat down, "and Charon had healed him before he went to the school hospital!" ”

"Madam Pomfrey treated him as best she could," Hagrid said slowly, "but he still said it hurt, bandaged up, and moaning......

"He's pretending," Harry said at once, "he's fine, and Madam Pomfrey can cure anything." Commodore Malfoy will desperately take advantage of this. ”

"Of course the school administrators knew about it," Hagrid said sadly, "and they thought I was presumptuous." I should have put the Hippogriff on the field later, and after I finished the Flober Caterpillar or something, I thought I could get the first lesson right, and I was to blame for it......"

"It's all Malfoy's fault, Hagrid!" Hermione said sincerely.

"We are all witnesses." Charon comforted, "You said that if you insulted a monster, it would attack. Malfoy didn't listen, and he was to blame. We have written a letter of proof, and we have contacted many of our classmates to sign it, and we have written the truth of the matter clearly and submitted it to Dumbledore. ”

"yes, don't worry, Hagrid. We've got your back. Ron said.

Tears flowed from the folds of Hagrid's dark eyes. He grabbed Harry and Ron (Charon was shrewd enough to dodge it, and he didn't want to be caught in Hagrid's greasy arms) and pulled them over, hugging them so much that their bones were almost broken.

"I think you've had enough, Hagrid." Charon said firmly. He took the one-handled goblet off the table and went outside to pour it out.

"Ah, he might be right." Hagrid said, letting go of Harry and Ron, both of whom staggered back as they stroked their ribs.