“Next, let’s observe the magical structures on the wings of the hippogriff – observing the spectrum may be a bit tedious at first, but believe me, this is an essential foundation for learning the interesting parts later… …Well, if everyone can learn it in this class, I will try to teach you how to get along with the Hippogriff, and maybe there will be a chance for Buckbeak to fly you for a while?”
“real?”
Under Hagrid’s previous narration, the students gradually became interested in this creature with a bizarre history, and were no longer so afraid of its majestic appearance.
“Of course. In fact, before the advent of broomsticks, hippogriffs were once quite popular mounts, and even now there are many enthusiasts riding them… But we have to take a lesson first.”
“Come on, Buckbeak, please spread your wings. Yes, that’s it…”
Hagrid gently pinched the tip of Buckbeak’s wing and slowly lifted it up, fully displaying its entire wing in front of the students: “Next, let me actually show off the hippogriff. Please pay attention to the spectrum of wings of winged beasts, please refer to the textbook and observe carefully…”
As he spoke, he fumbled around his waist for a long time before carefully picking out a wand with two fingers – since he regained the right to use the wand, he no longer had to use the small umbrella to hide the wand. And even though his wand looked like chopsticks in his hand, it was actually more than twice as long as an ordinary wand…
Hagrid shook his wand and carefully released a spell. Suddenly, a layer of colorful light appeared on Buckbeak’s wings: “First of all, we need to understand the basic meanings of various colors and their locations. …”
He explained it carefully in a rough voice – even though he was an undergraduate at Hogwarts, his own research field was more practical, and this basic theory was not difficult for him, at least he taught it to a group of ten people. There will be no problem at all for children next year. As he explained, from time to time students who didn’t understand would raise their hands and ask questions, and Hagrid was wondering, ‘Isn’t this natural?’ while trying to use more words to explain in detail…
Although there were some stumblings, in the end with his efforts, he was able to make all the students understand what this lesson was about.
“very good!”
After a simple spot check and questioning, and confirming that all the knowledge he told had been truly recorded in the students’ minds, Hagrid’s originally a little restrained expression could no longer hold back, and he grinned a little silly with his big mouth. He stood up and looked very happy: “So, does anyone want to come and try to actually contact the hippogriff?”
Almost everyone in Gryffindor raised their hands, and most of the people in Hufflepuff also raised their hands to try…
“Oh, it seems that only one Buckbeak may not be enough…I will bring a few more heads later. But now I have to find someone to demonstrate…Mr. Ken, do it.”
Avada lowered her raised arms and walked out of the crowd. She wanted to walk directly to Buckbeak, but was stopped by Hagrid’s hand.
“Be careful. Hippogriffs are very proud. Any missing or substandard step will be regarded as an insult or provocation – Mr. Ken, please stand in front of Buckbeak, and then follow my instructions. Others will also Be sure to pay attention…”
Hagrid stood aside, holding Buckbeak’s chain tightly with one hand, while giving instructions softly: “Look at its eyes, make eye contact with it, and don’t blink. If you blink too often, the Hippogriff will The winged beast will not believe you…”
Avada’s eyes twitched – he was a little allergic to the action of “looking at each other”, but he still held up his eyelids and insisted on looking at those big orange eyes…well, even the colors were right, which made He felt even more uncomfortable…
“Okay, now bow, gently, and then take a step back after bowing…”
After Avada completed Hagrid’s instructions meticulously, Buckbeak opposite him suddenly bent its scaly front knees and made an unmistakable bow.
“very good!”
Hagrid showed his silly laugh again: “Okay, it allows you to touch it. You can gently pat its beak, go ahead!”
Avada also walked slowly towards Buckbeak in a novel way, and then stretched out his hand to it – this was also the first time he had such close contact with a magical animal with a danger level of XXXX. Then he patted Buckbeak’s hard beak a few times, and he closed his eyes lazily, as if he liked it very much.
“Awesome – do you want to try flying around on it, Ken? In fact, if you want to ride a Hippogriff, you need to equip a lot of equipment, but it doesn’t mind if you just hold it. Neck, as long as you don’t pull its feathers…”
“Forget it then.”
Avada is very proud of her flying talent: “I’m afraid I’ll grab uncontrollably when I’m nervous…”
“Oh well.”
Hagrid nodded, then turned to look at the other students: “Remember the process just now – look at each other, bow, and step back, the movements must be gentle – remember?”
“Okay, everyone, wait for me here for a while, and I will bring some hippogriffs over. Later, you can work in groups of two or three and take turns trying to communicate with them, and supervise and remind each other…”
Not long after, he came back with a dozen hippogriffs of different colors, and brought them to the students who had been divided into groups one by one, and patrolled back and forth among them, always reminding them to correct their actions. And to appease those a little angry Hippogriffs… Soon, the short class time was over.
“…Okay, okay, I will definitely prepare a saddle for the next class and let you ride it. Let’s stop here for this class. Goodbye, kids.”
Hagrid happily led a group of hippogriffs and said goodbye to the students – the response to the first class of his professorial career was unexpectedly good, so he had to celebrate it and give Professor Kettleburn a message by the way. Write a letter to Mr. Belby…
“Hey, Hagrid!”
Now that class is over, there is no need to specifically address the professor. After Hagrid settled the group of hippogriffs and returned to the hut, Avada, who had long been curious about his performance, intercepted him in time: ” How does it feel to be a professor?”
“Excellent!”
Hagrid was also relaxed when facing familiar people, and the smile on his face became brighter: “Everyone’s reaction seems to be good!”
“Indeed, your class is quite good…”
Avada admired: “It’s amazing that you can design such a wonderful course all by yourself! I remember that even Professor McGonagall and others have student part-time teaching assistants to help, and you are only on the first day of class…”
“Hey, actually, this is not my fault alone…”
Hagrid scratched his head with a smile, and easily said the answer Avada expected: “Remember Professor Kettleburn’s basilisk farm?”
“Of course I remember – but what does that have to do with it?”
“I also participated in that project during the summer vacation. In order to facilitate the taming of the basilisk, we designed a topic on deciphering Parseltongue, which included many references on how to effectively impart knowledge – and among them, it helped me the most. It was another gentleman named Damocles Belby…”
“Belby?”
Avada asked in surprise: “The inventor of Wolfsbane Potion?”
“Do you know him? I thought his research field was very unpopular!”
Hagrid nodded with some surprise and smiled even more happily: “After he knew that I wanted to be a professor, he even specially exchanged his teaching experience with me for a long time – he said it was an exchange, but in fact it was his one-sided teaching. I…that knowledge has benefited me a lot.”
“And he also agreed with my idea of recommending “The Monster Book of Monsters”. He said that this would allow students to initially learn how to get along with beasts in the process of taming the monster book… Hehe, actually at first I just thought that the book The book is quite fun, but I didn’t expect it to have such a function.”
“……amazing.”
Avada’s heartfelt admiration – this admiration is real. Compared with the performance in the original work, Hagrid’s teaching ability is simply excellent now, and Mr. Belby, who made Hagrid understand everything. What kind of teaching master should he be?
Could it be that Damocles Belby was also a professor at a certain magic school, but it was not mentioned in the original work?
