A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Hermione looked at Harry flying freely on Buckbeak, and couldn't help but think of last year, when she was held by Roger and flew in the sky.

It was the most exciting and liberating flying experience Hermione had ever had in her life. The wind blew through her face and hair, and the whole world spread out at her feet.

Her face flushed slightly, and she subconsciously touched the time turner on her chest.

Now, she has to squeeze in time to take 12 courses, and has no time to experience the joy of flying again. All her time and energy were spent on her studies. As Rogge said, she was as busy as a top all day long.

Hermione sighed and looked at the figures of Harry and Buckbeak in the sky again. She really misses that night. Now her life is filled with textbooks and papers, and it is rare to have a moment of leisure time that truly belongs to herself.

She could only put the idea of ​​relaxation behind her and continue to devote herself to her busy academic life.

Buckbeak's powerful wings flew across the sky, carrying Harry soaring among the clouds.

Harry was a little nervous at first, and Buckbeak's smooth feathers frightened him. But soon, he was immersed in the pleasure of flying.

The wind blew across his face and hair, and the mountains and woods in the distance receded slowly beneath his feet. Harry shouted excitedly, and he and Buckbeak were tumbling among the blue sky and white clouds.

"Well done, Harry!" Hagrid shouted excitedly, and the paddock was filled with cheers for Harry.

The students were inspired by Harry's success. Who doesn't want to fly in the sky? Even a broomstick could do it, but it was too wizardry.

If you ride a hippogriff, you can fly in the sky like a knight. They can see the surrounding scenery clearly in all directions, and the clouds are within reach. What a beautiful scene that would be!

After flying around for a few times, Buckbeak fell back to the ground, and Harry almost slipped off the monster. His legs were still a little weak, but his face could not hide the excitement and joy. He couldn't wait to experience the joy of being carried flying by Buckbeak again.

Everyone cheered and looked forward to it, and couldn't wait but walked into the paddock cautiously. Their eyes were fixed on Buckbeak, who was preening his feathers, and they wanted to touch him nervously and excitedly.

Hagrid was extremely happy when he saw the little wizard's reaction. His beard twitched and his eyes sparkled with joy. Without saying a word, he dove into the woods and led out the other eleven hippogriffs. Including Buckbeak, there are just enough for twelve.

They all have steel-like beaks and bright orange eyes like Buckbeak. A pair of eagle-claw-like front legs all indicate that they have powerful killing capabilities. They shake their bodies, and their feathers are of different colors, including dark gray, bronze, chestnut and so on.

Seeing so many monsters standing in the enclosure, everyone was inevitably a little scared. But Hagrid didn't notice this at all and happily untied their chains.

When Rogge saw this scene, he looked at Hagrid worriedly and dissuaded him: "Hagrid, once the hippogriffs rebel, can you control them in time?"

Hagrid patted his chest and paid no attention to Rogge's reminder. He said confidently: "Don't worry, everyone! I understand these hippogriffs, and as long as we respect them, they will not hurt us."

Despite this, Rogge remains wary of the Hippogriff. The Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest are a precedent. They are born to act on instinct. Once provoked, they will attack without hesitation.

Rogge frowned and reminded the wizards in his academy: "Be careful! Their sharp beaks and claws are not decorations, they are weapons that can kill people."

Although the little snakes couldn't wait, they became even more careful when they saw that Rogge was so cautious.

In contrast, the young wizards from other colleges trust Hagrid's judgment more. They surrounded the Hippogriff in twos and threes and bowed to the monster.

If a hippogriff returned the greeting, the crowd would cheer. But without Hagrid's help, they could only pat the hippogriff's beak, but they could not ride on it and fly in the sky.

Daphne is a true beauty person and chose the most beautiful red and white hippogriff. She looked at the hippogriff's shining feathers and proud eyes, and couldn't help but feel a surge of affection in her heart.

Following Professor Hagrid's knowledge, she bowed respectfully to show respect. However, the hippogriff ignored her bow and held its head high, as if to show off its nobility. Daphne was not discouraged, but instead aroused her stubbornness.

She stared at the hippogriffs with firm eyes, staring at each other in a contest. As for Rogge, he stood aside and watched quietly.

bow? never mind!

But he couldn't punch the Hippogriff to the ground in front of everyone. Then pinch its neck and make it think about survival or destruction.

Malfoy singled out Buckbeak, whom Harry had ridden, and bowed like the others. Buckbeak was also friendly and allowed Malfoy to pat his beak.

"It's easy!" Malfoy drawled, shouting specifically in Harry's direction.

Rogge's reminder still had some effect. The sharpness of his beak and claws made Malfoy understand the danger of this guy.

He shouted: "If Potter can do it, I know it won't be particularly dangerous... I bet you are not dangerous at all, are you?"

Malfoy turned to stare at Harry, like a child who had to win, and his words seemed childish and ridiculous.

Daphne couldn't help but shake her head slightly, looked at Rogge, and asked, "Aren't you going to persuade him?"

"He chose it himself." Roger motioned to Daphne to try again.

Perhaps for Malfoy, the relationship with Harry has deteriorated, so why bother to repair it. Whatever coward Harry could do, he could do.

Malfoy suddenly jumped up and launched a sneak attack on Buckbeak. He put his arms around the hippogriff's neck, but he immediately discovered that Buckbeak's feathers were extremely smooth. His legs didn't work at all.

"Malfoy, don't..." Hagrid shouted, but Buckbeak was already annoyed by Malfoy's recklessness.

It shook its head violently, trying to throw Malfoy away. The outstretched wings hit the big tree nearby during flapping, making a rustling sound, and green leaves scattered all over the ground.

Malfoy was like a stubborn donkey, grabbing a bunch of feathers on the hippogriff's neck with both hands and holding on to them. He was hanging upside down from Buckbeak's neck, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and the more Buckbeak struggled as Harry rode him, the more excited he became. Perhaps for Malfoy, Harry was his stimulant.

Buckbeak, who was in pain, resisted even more violently. It shook its neck violently, flapped its wings fiercely in the air, and let out a series of howling sounds from its mouth.

This alarm-like sound instantly caused the other hippogriffs to become restless. They widened their eyes and looked at the same kind of people who were shaking their heads and wagging their tails. Affected by Buckbeak, they chirp noisily. Everyone flapped their wings uneasily, and the paddock suddenly became dusty and chaotic.

The hippogriff in front of Daphne suddenly raised its body, its sharp front claws facing the witch below.

"Many obstacles." Rogge chanted the magic spell instantly, and an invisible barrier appeared under the sharp claws.

The hippogriff's claws were firmly blocked and unable to fall. It widened its eyes, sensing the danger of the little wizard below, and immediately flew away.

Daphne turned to look at Roger, with no trace of fear on her face. She raised her wand and said angrily: "Who asked you to take action? I've prepared the spell!"

Rogge showed an apologetic smile and explained, "Aren't I worried about you? If you get hurt..."

Daphne glared at Rogge, but there was a trace of warmth in her eyes: "Huh, I forgive you this time!"

She saw Hermione helping others avoid the hippogriff riot, and ran over to help.

Malfoy grabbed two large clumps of feathers and dropped them from Buckbeak's neck. Buckbeak looked at the little one below angrily and clawed at him fiercely. If he were caught, he would definitely die on the spot.

"Malfoy!"

Moving faster than Roger was Pansy Parkinson. She threw herself on Malfoy without hesitation, blocking Malfoy and Buckbeak with her body.

Pansy Parkinson looked at Malfoy nervously, her heart beating fast, but she still maintained her firm posture and did not flinch at all.

"Oh, is this the power of love?" Rogge showed an aunty smile and pointed his wand at Buckbeak: "Wingardim Leviosa."

As Rogge waved his wand, the Flying Feather Curse instantly enveloped Buckbeak. Buckbeak struggled in panic, waving his wings randomly, trying to escape the control of the curse. However, all this is in vain, it can only let the magical power suspend itself in the air.

"Professor Hagrid, is your wand broken?" Rogge asked, looking at Hagrid who was covered in cold sweat.