Harry felt that everything he had seen and heard that night was simply too extraordinary.
He even suspected that if he told Qiu, Ron, and Hermione about it when he got back, they might not believe him.
It really was hard to believe.
Birdlike man-eating monsters in the Forbidden Forest were just about believable. After all, wizards often ran around with young fantastic beasts in tow. Wasn't that how Hagrid had gotten his dragon egg?
Although Quirrell had actually done that deliberately.
Still, this sort of thing really wasn't particularly unusual among wizards.
So it wasn't unusual for some wizard with far too much time on their hands to bring fantastic beasts that weren't native to the area here.
But getting people to believe that there was a dragon and a giant in the Forbidden Forest would be rather more difficult.
Harry pursed his lips, thinking that Hermione and the others might think he had been hallucinating. Hmm, should he bring them over to have a look too?
I'd quite like to see the astonishment on their faces, Harry thought.
Well, as a Gryffindor who felt out of sorts unless he was courting death, it was quite normal for Harry to think that way.
But even as a death-defying Gryffindor boy, Harry was ready to head back now.
He had had enough adventure in the Forbidden Forest tonight. In fact, he felt it had been a little more than enough.
Although he had lost his bearings after being chased all over the place by the birdlike man-eating monster, that wasn't much of a problem for Harry. All he needed was one little spell.
Sitting on his broomstick, Harry laid his wand in his palm, closed his eyes, and murmured, "The direction of the Castle, the direction of the Castle, the