The Malfoy Family, if not invincible in the British Wizarding World, were certainly a force to be reckoned with.
Although Lucius wasn't exactly a model student during his school years, he was a very astute person when it came to assessing situations.
Thanks to his father Abraxas Malfoy's power at the time, he was just as influential as Vincent is now during his school days.
After graduating, he joined the Death Eaters and cleverly used his family background and wealth as weapons, becoming Voldemort's right-hand man in just a few years.
Of course, no one can stay at the top forever.
Even though they paid a large sum of Gold Galleons to escape trial, the Malfoy Family, who had risen to power through coercion and bribery, ultimately did not end up with a notorious fate.
Compared to Lucius, Draco is still too inexperienced.
Hagrid is just a little slow-witted, not really stupid.
While the textbook issue was indeed ill-considered, inciting students to create conflict clearly shows a complete lack of respect for him.
"Alright, it's time for class now. Everyone, open your textbooks as I've instructed."
Hagrid returned the Monster Book of Monsters to Draco.
"Our classroom certainly can't be without Fantastic Beasts, I'll go and bring them over right now."
He walked away into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
"Hogwarts is hopeless," Draco continued sarcastically.
"If my father were still School Board Member, this kind of rotten fish would never be allowed in."
Vincent sensed a conspiracy.
Did they want to embarrass Hagrid and provoke a conflict?
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry snapped.
"Potter— " Draco drawled.
"Watch out, there's a Dementors standing behind you!"
True love indeed, they even managed to find out this kind of information.
Harry turned around in alarm, and became even angrier after realizing he had been tricked.
But when he looked back, he almost burst out laughing.
An entity even more terrifying than Dementors has arrived.
Vincent gently placed his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Malfoy, let's go over there and talk."
"Why—" Before he could finish speaking, Draco was "enthusiastically" led into the Forbidden Forest.
Crabbe and Goyle quickly gave chase.
Vincent let go of her hand after walking a short distance.
"I have plenty of time this semester."
He straightened Draco's disheveled collar. "So, don't think I won't have time to play with you guys."
Draco brushed his hand away. "So what!"
"Wayne, aren't you on the School Board Member?! Go ahead and fire me if you dare!"
He seemed a bit hysterical, probably because he thought he was going to get beaten up.
Vincent turned to look at his two loyal henchmen. "I'm not like you, Malfoy."
Instead of dwelling on the superiority of one's bloodline, it's better to spend time improving one's magical skills.
He pushed Crabbe and Goyle aside, saying, "It will be too late to try when Pure-blood Supremacy is no longer popular."
Draco clenched his fists, as if he wanted to retort.
But Vincent didn't say a word until he left the Forbidden Forest.
"Draco, are you alright?" Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward with concern.
"I'm fine!"
Perhaps feeling guilty, Draco silently walked out of the Forbidden Forest and was met by a group of animals that looked particularly strange.
They have the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but their forelegs, wings, and heads resemble those of an eagle.
Its beak is the color of steel, and its bright, large eyes are orange.
Their plumage varies in color, and their forelegs have talons that are half a foot long, making them look intimidating.
They all wore thick leather collars around their necks, which were attached by long chains.
Hagrid held the chains in his large hands and led them slowly toward the paddock where the students were.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Lavender screamed.
The adorable little ones, who were as tall as adults, ran towards the students' seats.
"Calm down, don't get so excited."
Hagrid held them tightly, making Draco's eyelids twitch wildly.
If you were to slap someone with a bit of force, you could probably smash their brains out.
He shivered and quietly returned to the fence of the paddock.
His expression was very conflicted; he was probably considering whether or not to continue.
"Hurry up, over there!" Hagrid swung the chain, directing the little cuties who had entered the enclosure to stand in front of the fence.
He waved to the students and shouted happily, "Hippogriff, isn't it beautiful?"
Fantastic creatures are indeed fantastic creatures; their shiny, shimmering fur transitions from feathers to full-fledged hair, and each one is a different color.
Stormy gray, bronze, pinkish-brown, shimmering reddish-brown, inky black...
The black Hippogriff closest to Vincent winked at him.
"Oh!" Hagrid exclaimed as he fastened the chain, "It seems Reeves likes you quite a bit."
Like the invasive Acromantula, each of them has a name.
"Okay, would you all like to get a little closer?"
Most students remained standing, with only a few coming to the fence.
Hagrid clapped his hands. "Remember it all. Hippogriff very proud and easily angered."
Never humiliate it, or you'll lose your life.
The students whispered among themselves, seemingly even more hesitant to go in.
"We must wait for the Hippogriff the first move." Hagrid didn't seem disappointed.
"It's a matter of courtesy. You bow to it, and if it bows back to you, you can touch it."
If it doesn't bow, you'd better leave quickly; those claws can hurt you.
Vincent slowly bent down, and Reeves, who was looking at him, also bent his front paws.
"Like this!" Hagrid grinned broadly with satisfaction.
"Hippogriff very proud, and bowing is the quickest way to win their favor."
Also, never blink when making eye contact with it; blinking too frequently will cause it to lose trust in you.
Compared to the aloof and indifferent Little Black, Reeves' personality is noticeably better.
"Vincent, you can come in now." Hagrid unfastened Reeves' leather collar and led him to the center of the arena.
All the students' eyes were on Vincent.
He stepped into the arena and came to Reeves' side, placing his hand on the dark feathers around its neck.
"Giggle—" It affectionately leaned its head closer.
The feathers are very soft, and they tickle when they brush against you.
Reeves' actions made the students less afraid than before.
But other Hippogriff...
They either shake their fierce heads or stretch out their powerful wings; neither of them seems like an easy person to communicate with.
Hagrid's large hand lightly brushed Reeves's back. "Vincent, would you like to try riding it?"
"Can I?" Vincent his grip on its head, no longer holding it tightly. "Reeves?"
"Giggle—"
Hagrid took a few steps back.
Without Reeves having to lie down, Vincent had already jumped onto its back.
"Chirp—" Accompanied by the loud cry of an eagle, Reeves spread his broad wings and carried Vincent into the sky.