An Interesting Care of Magical Creatures Class

Riding on the back of a Hippogriff felt completely different from riding a broomstick.

One meant trusting it; the other meant trusting yourself.

Reeves responded to Vincent's trust as well.

It halted over a thousand feet in the air, slowly beating its wings so he could overlook the entire Forbidden Forest.

Though it was not his first time, the thrill was entirely different.

The comfortable feathers, the jolting, and the swaying were all things a broomstick could never provide.

"Chirp—" Reeves's cry seemed to be telling him to hold on tight.

Vincent gently wrapped his arms around its neck and lowered his body as much as possible.

Its broad, jet-black wings beat powerfully as Reeves carried him into a dive, weaving back and forth between the towering trees.

"Woohoo—" His exclamation echoed through the Forbidden Forest, reaching the ears of countless magical creatures.

After flying over the smoke-filled lakeside area, he spotted Little Black standing beside a tree.

Rolf was panting as he chased after it in the distance, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.

Vincent waved vigorously at them below. "Hey! Keep it up!"

Little Black raised its head, its eyes widening.

Rolf, who had been holding his breath, looked up at the sky, staggered, and nearly fell to the ground.

Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class was actually this fun!

He glanced at Little Black, which was staring blankly beside the tree, and revealed an especially sinister grin.

While things were quiet...

However, just as he was about to touch the dog's head, Little Black happened to look over.

"Woof!"

In the blink of an eye, it had already run behind another tree.

"Ah!"

!

Rolf dragged his exhausted body after it again.

Reeves suddenly climbed higher as it darted through the forest.

Vincent waved