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At Hogwarts, if you haven't had the experience of staying up late to finish your homework, how can you say that you are a Hufflepuff?
At least that's what Kyle thought.
So in order to make himself fit in better, he spent the entire night finishing his Potions homework.
This action also surprised the people around him. It was the first time they saw Kyle in the group doing homework. Some people even thought that they remembered the date wrong and that the holiday was not over yet, so they put down their quills and went back to the dormitory to sleep.
Of course, he also paid ten points for this, plus three days of confinement.
"Mr. Brown, the detention period starts this Friday, don't forget it."
In the Potions class, Snape turned his head and looked in Kyle's direction intentionally or unintentionally.
Although he knew that Kyle had completed the homework last night, the content of the homework was completely correct. Even if Snape almost tore the parchment to pieces, he could not find any faults.
But what can I say...after all, opportunities are rare.
“Why didn’t you remind him that yesterday was the last day of the holiday, and were you happy to see your classmates being punished?
"Five points from Hufflepuff!"
I have to say, this reason really broadened Kyle's horizons.
There were so many people doing their homework last night, and almost every moment someone got up and left, and then new people joined in. How could he know if those people had really finished their homework?
You can't ask them one by one, that's too ridiculous.
Fortunately, Kyle was already used to Snape's behavior.
Besides, it was only five points, which was not much. At least in recent years, this was the least number of points Snape had ever deducted from him.
……
After Potions came Care of Magical Creatures, which was a much friendlier class.
Hagrid brought a group of old friends, who were also the animals he couldn't wait to introduce to everyone on his first day as a professor, but was stopped in time by Kyle.
"The hippogriff."
Hagrid shouted to everyone, "But don't be fooled by their beautiful appearance. Hippogriffs are very proud. Remember, don't try to humiliate them..."
Everyone gathered together and whispered.
Kyle felt that except Hagrid, no one else would be fooled by the appearance of the Hippogriffs. After all, their dagger-like claws and beaks were too conspicuous and it was difficult not to notice them.
However, for fifth-grade students, this danger is not so difficult to accept. After all, the Hippogriff is only a 3X magical beast.
Next, Hagrid gave some instructions on what to pay attention to, demonstrated again how to properly approach a Hippogriff, and then let everyone try it on their own.
But he called out to Kyle.
"Come with me, over here," Hagrid said, and led Kyle to a gray hippogriff.
"His name is Buckbeak . . . a very fine fellow," said Hagrid. "Would you like to take him for a ride now?"
Kyle found this a little strange.
Hagrid was really enthusiastic, but not in his usual way... It was as if he had some other purpose, which made his tone and actions seem a little artificial.
"I know. This won't be a problem for you."
Seeing that Kyle had not responded, Hagrid continued, "But this time is different. Very different."
He subconsciously glanced in the direction of Beauxbatons' carriage, then lowered his voice and said, "Hippogriffs are very intelligent creatures. They can remember wizards who have shown friendliness to them, and they will not forget them for several years.
"Can you understand what I say?"
Hagrid blinked. "Okay, that's all I can say... So the requirement for this lesson is to ride Buckbeak around the field for one circle, or a few more circles is fine. There's Buckbeak's favorite food on the shelf over there, you can feed it as a reward... Good luck."
After saying that, he strode away...
"Mr. Devi, you should be more patient and not rush to touch them... Oh, that's it, you can do it now."
After Hagrid left, Connor asked quietly, "What did he mean just now?"
"Maybe they want me to get acquainted with this hippogriff." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "I guess it has something to do with the last task of the Triwizard Tournament."
When Hagrid was speaking just now, he looked towards the Beauxbatons carriage more than once, and every time he looked over there he seemed very nervous, obviously afraid of being noticed by them.
If there was anything related to Beauxbatons, it was probably only the Triwizard Tournament... After all, Hagrid hadn't spoken to Madam Maxime since the last Yule Ball, nor had he tried to use machine oil to fix his hair.
"So, the third project is the Hippogriff?" Kanna's eyes lit up.
"It shouldn't be that simple."
Kyle shook his head. "Think about it, the first project is a civet cat and a dragon, and it's impossible to end it with a 3X magical animal... It's too unreasonable.
I guess it’s just part of the project.”
"That's enough," Connor said. "When it comes to the fight for the Goblet of Fire, every bit of advantage counts, doesn't it?"
"You're right." Kyle nodded.
He looked toward the hippogriff named Buckbeak and bowed politely.
Almost at the same time, the other animal also bent its front knees, then moved forward and rubbed Kyle's arm with its huge, feathered head.
"Oh, you still remember me." Kyle rubbed its head.
The feathers are a bit stiff, not as fluffy as an owl's, but very smooth.
"Do you know it?" Connor said. She felt that it didn't seem like this was the first time Kyle and Buckbeak met.
"I guess so. I've seen them before." Kyle turned over and sat on Buckbeak's back. "Hagrid is right. They are indeed very smart."
Twelve-foot wings spread out on either side of Kyle, and Buckbeak instantly took to the air.
Although both are flying, it feels nothing like riding a broomstick.
Kyle didn't have to think about which direction to fly or when to turn. The only thing he had to pay attention to was not to be hit by the wings on both sides of Buckbeak's body... How to put it, it was very exciting.
Soon, Buckbeak flew around the field and returned to the ground.
In order to avoid being thrown off, Kyle seized the opportunity and jumped off Buckbeak's back when he was about to land.
"Well done, Kyle." Hagrid said loudly to everyone, "Look everyone, someone has finished first, five points for Hufflepuff..."
"How does it feel?" Kanna came over and asked curiously.
"It's much more exciting than the Kelpie."
Kyle straightened his robe that had been messed up by the wind.
"I think it would be fun to play Quidditch riding a Hippogriff, but I wonder if Professor Dumbledore would agree."
Connor thought about the scene of a dozen hippogriffs flying around over the Quidditch field and shook her head.
"I don't know what the headmaster thinks, but Professor McGonagall will definitely not agree."
"That's true." Kyle sighed, "What a pity, I think this is really worth a try."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 565 Maze
The Care of Magical Creatures class went smoothly and no one was injured by the end of the get out of class.
After leaving Hagrid's enclosure, everyone walked back talking and laughing.
When they arrived at the castle gate, a group of first-year students just walked out. Judging from the direction they were heading, they were probably going to take flying lessons.
Speaking of flying... This time of year is the most stressful time for every Quidditch player, because in preparation for the final game, the four teams want to use every second of free time to train.
There are always people on the court, it is never empty.
But now because of the Triwizard Tournament, the Quidditch game was cancelled. The busiest time of the year was suddenly idle, and Kyle was a little uncomfortable for a while.
Qiu was also having trouble adapting, but it was not because of the Quidditch match, but for another reason.
One weekend, she suddenly said mysteriously, "Have you noticed that there is one less ghost in the castle recently?"
"No way..." Fred squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I feel like all the ghosts are here."
"Nearly Headless Nick... Peeves..." George counted them one by one, "and Moaning Myrtle on the second floor. She is no longer content to stay in that small bathroom. I have seen her several times in other places."
"It's not them, it's the Ravenclaw ghost, Ms. Grey..."
Qiu said, "He used to show up in our common room every day at six o'clock and stand in front of a statue in a daze, but recently he hasn't come once."
"I see." Fred nodded, but he was not very interested in this topic. He just said perfunctorily: "Maybe Ms. Grey doesn't want to go."
“Like Nearly Headless Nick,” George added. “He used to like being in the tower, but in recent years he prefers to be around the lobby where there are more people.”
"No, we have looked everywhere, and there is no Lady Grey in the entire castle."
Qiu shook his head. "Do you think ghosts can disappear out of thin air?"
"In theory, yes." Cedric said seriously, "But as far as I know, this has never happened once. According to the records in "Hogwarts, A History of the School", these ghosts have existed for hundreds of years, and there is not a single one missing now."
While they were talking, Kyle just listened silently beside them without saying a word.
He knew where Ms. Grey was.
The Room of Requirement, where she had been staying since the Easter holidays, along with the Tiara.
But because he promised the other party to keep it confidential, he couldn't tell anyone else.
Fortunately, Qiu didn't care too much about it. He was just a little curious because he suddenly couldn't see the ghosts from his own college.
It wasn't long before their conversation turned to the final event of the Triwizard Tournament.
Everyone is curious about what the final event will be and how they will select the champion.
Kyle really had no idea about this. The only thing he could guess was that a hippogriff would appear in the game.
……
After the holidays, the weather became warmer and everyone changed out of their thick robes.
This went on until the last week of May, when Professor McGonagall kept Kyle after the Transfiguration class.
"You will be on the Quidditch pitch at nine tonight," said Professor McGonagall. "Mr. Bagman will be there to tell the warriors what the third event is... Come on." She gave a rare smile.