You Didn't Pluck a Unicorn Bald, Did You?

"Whoo-hoo~~~"

Hagrid's joyful voice echoed through the skies above Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Hagrid still knew some restraint. He did not fly over the castle, only circling the Forbidden Forest and the Great Lake a few times.

By the time Hagrid climbed down from Oak Fortress, an exaggerated grin was still plastered across his face.

Manus was actually a little worried that Hagrid had smiled for so long that his face might have stiffened up.

"Manus! This Oak Fortress is absolutely—flawless! There's nothing that needs changing. It works as well as my own hands and feet!"

So excited that he did not know how to phrase it, Hagrid ultimately failed to find a suitable word to describe Oak Fortress. Fortunately, he had not forgotten why Manus had asked him to test the Broomstick on the spot.

"I never thought I'd get to ride a Broomstick again! It's flying too, but riding a Broomstick is completely different!"

Hagrid might have had few options when it came to travel, but it was not as though he had no means of flying. The Thestrals and Hippogriffs living in the Forbidden Forest were both on good terms with him, and both kinds of Magical Creature could carry him into the sky.

But one involved the means of transport flying on its own, with the rider only able to guide it, while the other involved actively controlling the flying vehicle as its driver.

The difference in how the two felt mentally was undoubtedly enormous.

As Hagrid spoke, he excitedly patted the broom head several times with one hand. Oak Fortress emphasized simplicity and sturdiness; its broom head was merely a roughly polished piece of Oak Wood, without any decoration.

"I'm glad you like it. This broom's main qualities are its strength and stability, and it can repair