This Hogwarts is not normal

The former Malfoy family didn't say they were walking sideways in the British wizarding world, and nothing could hinder their existence.

Although Lucius was not a law-abiding master when he was in school, he was a person who was very good at judging the situation.

Leveraging the power of his old father Abraxas at that time, the momentum at school was the same as that of Vincent now.

After graduating, he joined the Death Eaters, cleverly using family background and wealth as weapons, and became Voldemort's right-hand man in just a few years.

Of course, no one can stay at the top all the time.

But even though they had paid a large sum of Galleons to escape the trial, the Malfoy family, which used to rely on coercion and profit to lure their superiors, did not end up notorious in the end.

Compared to Lucius, Draco is still too young now.

Hagrid was just a little dull, not really stupid.

The matter of textbooks is indeed lacking in consideration, but it is obvious that he has no respect for him by inciting students to fight against him.

"Okay, it's class time now, let's open the textbooks according to my method."

Hagrid returned the Goblin Book to Draco,

"Of course we can't lack magical animals in our classroom. I'm going to bring them here."

He walked far into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hogwarts is hopeless." Draco was still in a strange mood,

"If my father was still the school manager, this kind of rotten fish and rotten shrimp would never get in."

Vincent smelled a conspiracy.

Want to make Hagrid look bad, and want to stir up conflict?

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry snapped.

"Pot—" Draco dragged his tail,

"Be careful, there's a dementor standing behind you!"

As expected of true love, she even inquired about this kind of news.

Harry turned his head in horror, becoming even angrier when he realized he had been tricked.

But he almost laughed out loud when he saw it.

It's more terrifying than a dementor.

Vincent put his hand on Draco's shoulder lightly, "Malfoy, let's go over there and have a chat."

"Why—" Before he finished speaking, Draco was led to the Forbidden Forest by "enthusiasm".

Crabbe and Goyle hurried after them.

Not far away, Vincent let go of his hand,

"I have a lot of time this semester."

He straightened Draco's messy neckline, "So, don't think I won't have time to play with you."

Draco pushed his hand away, "So what!

Wayne, aren't you the school manager!Fire me if you have the ability! "

It looked a little hysterical, probably because he thought he was going to be beaten.

Vincent looked back at the two loyal followers, "I'm not like you, Malfoy.

Instead of obsessing about the superiority of bloodlines, it is better to spend time improving one's magic level. "

He pushed Crabbe and Goyle away. "Wait until pure-blood supremacism dies, and then it's really too late."

Draco clenched his fists, as if about to speak up.

But until Vincent walked out of the Forbidden Forest, he didn't say anything.

"Draco, are you okay?" Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward with concern.

"I'm fine!"

Maybe it was a guilty conscience, Draco walked out of the Forbidden Forest in silence, and saw a group of strange looking animals head on.

They have the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but the front legs, wings and head of an eagle.

Its beak was the color of steel, and its large, bright eyes were orange.

The coat color varies, and the claws on the front legs are half a foot long and look formidable.

They all had a thick leather collar around their necks and was fastened by a long chain.

Hagrid held the chains in his large hands, leading them slowly toward the paddock where the students were.

"Ohhhhhh!" Lavender screamed.

The cuties with adult height ran towards the students.

"Calm down, don't get so excited."

Hagrid held them tightly, making Draco's eyelids twitch wildly.

If he slapped him with a bit of strength, he might even slap his brains out.

He shivered, and quietly returned to the fence of the paddock.

The expression is very tangled, probably thinking whether to continue or not.

"Come on, over there!" Hagrid swung the chain, making the cuties who entered the paddock stand in front of the fence.

He waved to the students and roared happily, "The hippogriff is so pretty, isn't it?"

A magical creature is a magical creature, and its shiny fur gradually transitions from feathers to hair, each of which is a different color.

Stormy gray, bronze, pink piebald, sparkling reddish brown, inky black...

The black hippogriff closest to Vincent winked at him.

"Oh!" Hagrid, who was tying the chain, sighed, "It seems that Reeves likes you very much."

Like the infested acromanders, each of them has a name.

"Okay, do you want to get closer?"

Most of the students stood still, and only a few came to the fence.

Hagrid clapped his hands, "Remember, the Hippogriff is very proud and loses his temper easily.

Don't humiliate it, or you will die. "

The students whispered, as if they were even more afraid to go in.

"We must wait for the Hippogriff to act first." Hagrid didn't seem disappointed,

"It's polite, you bow to it, and if it bows to you, you can touch it.

If it doesn't bow, you have to move away, those claws can hurt. "

Vincent bent down slowly, and Reeves, who was looking at him, also bent his front paws.

"Like this!" Hagrid grinned in relief,

"Hippogriffs are very proud and bowing is the quickest way to gain their favor.

And don't blink your eyes if you look at it, if you blink too often, it will lose its trust in you. "

Compared with Xiao Hei, who likes to ignore others, Reeves's personality is obviously much better.

"Vincent, you can come in now." Hagrid untied Reeves' leather collar and led him to the center of the field.

All eyes of the students were on Vincent.

He stepped into the field to be beside Reeves and put his hand on the jet-black feathers of his neck.

"Giggle—" it leaned its head affectionately.

The feathers are soft and tickle when rubbed against.

Reeves' actions made the students less scared than before.

But other hippogriffs...

Either shaking his head fiercely, or spreading his powerful wings, it doesn't look like it's easy to communicate.

Hagrid's big hand brushed Reeves' back, "Vincent, do you want to ride on it?"

"Can I?" Vincent let go and didn't hold its head tightly again, "Reeves?"

"Cuckoo-"

Hagrid took a few steps back.

Before Reeves got down on his stomach, Vincent had already jumped on its back.

"Chirp—" Accompanied by the resounding chirping of an eagle, Reeves spread his wide wings and carried Vincent into the sky.

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