Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

At this moment, she couldn't care about anything else and just wanted to make sure he was safe.

"Well--!"

After Amanta's call, a shout almost torn apart by the wind came from Buckbeak's direction.

She relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, Draco was still there - albeit only temporarily.

Amanta continued to drive the broom at full speed. If... if she could catch up, she might be able to pick up Draco.

No, Buckbeak's flying speed was too fast. Even if she flew at the fastest speed, the distance between her and Buckbeak was getting farther and farther.

We have to find a way to slow it down.

Amanta reached out her hand, pointed the Sage's Ring at Buckbeak, and silently said in her heart: "Descendo!"

A strong light shot out from the Sage's Ring and headed straight towards Buckbeak.

But when the beam of light hit Buckbeak's feathers, it was like hitting a mirror - the spell was immediately refracted away without causing the creature any effect.

"Oops." She almost forgot that most magical animals like hippogriffs have skin or shells that can defend against magic, just like the Norwegian Ridgeback, Norma, that they had raised before.

Since magic has no effect on hippogriffs...

Amanta's eyes quickly moved to the long chain dragging behind Buckbeak.

This chain was probably also cast with a similar defensive spell, otherwise, an ordinary chain would not be able to tie up a magical creature like the Hippogriff.

But dealing with a chain is much easier than dealing with a magical creature.

"Finite Incantatem - Descendo!"

Even so, aiming at a slender target flying in the distance was not an easy task. She recited the spell more than ten times, and her fingers were numb from the cold mist. Only then did she see that her spell seemed to work.

The chain no longer swayed in the air like a reed in a storm, but slowly hung down, looking extremely heavy.

The reed gradually became a burden to Buckbeak, and Buckbeak's flying speed became slower and slower, and his altitude gradually decreased.

Amanta flew low with Buckbeak, and after breaking through a heavy fog, they found that they were flying over the Black Lake.

She braced herself and continued to cast spells on the chain, also casting a solid spell on it to prevent it from breaking directly due to being too heavy.

During this time, Amanta was getting closer and closer to Buckbeak, and she gradually saw the black figure lying on Buckbeak's back and the wet light golden short hair.

"Draco!" she yelled again. "Don't move! I'm coming for you!"

Draco half shrugged his shoulders and slowly turned his head, with an expression on his face as if he was about to cry.

"I'm dying! I'm dying!" he shouted loudly, as if he was about to collapse.

"You'll be fine!"

Amanta drove the broom closer to the left - she was already flying behind Buckbeak's right side. If she turned left another thirty feet or so, she would be able to fly over Draco's head and catch him on the broom.

"Think about our usual Quidditch training. Do you remember the game against Gryffindor last fall? The time when Harry was almost knocked off his broom by that big guy -"