I'd been waiting for this moment.
In the blink of an eye!
Klein whipped his head up, just in time to see the Hippogriff's foreclaws swooping down.
Instead of retreating, he darted forward, grabbed one of its talons with his small hand, dropped flat onto his back, braced his legs, and used the momentum to throw it over his shoulder.
Something utterly jaw-dropping happened.
The ferocious beast, weighing over two thousand pounds, was knocked unconscious!
Hagrid and the young wizards stared, their eyeballs nearly rolling out of their heads.
What the hell was that?!
"Phew~"
Having personally demonstrated the dangers of Fantastic Beasts, Klein got to his feet, brushed the dust off his robes, and turned to look at the group, all of whom seemed to have completely short-circuited. He gave them a sheepish smile.
"That scared me half to death. That was really dangerous."
Dangerous? Hadn't you just taken it out in one move?
Looking at Klein's harmless face, the young wizards couldn't help swallowing nervously.
Sure, the gap between people could be huge, but surely it couldn't be that huge.
Inventing spells, cracking potion formulas, and wielding a mean bat at Quidditch was one thing. Now he was throwing Fantastic Beasts over his shoulder with his bare hands?
What was next—kicking Giants and tearing dragons apart with his bare hands?
"I can explain."
He'd already achieved his goal, so Klein didn't mind taking the time to explain.
He blinked and spoke with a perfectly straight face.
"People's physical constitutions can't all be judged by the same standards. According to scientific research—no, according to magical research—even an adult Muggle can punch through a fifty-millimeter steel plate when extremely angry. A wizard with magic is even more capable.
"Of course, I just got lucky. I couldn't do it again."
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