Capítulo 16: Magical Beast!
The sun was burning brightly as the lush green grass gently brushed against my black trousers. We were venturing outside for our class, as Ron told stories of the Gentle-Giant Rubeus Hagrid. I wondered if my Aunt knew him by any chance, and I grew amused at what their dynamic could be. He was loyal, kindhearted, and obviously had a love for Magical Creatures. I'd give him quite a show with my Kadachi egg.
Hagrid's Hut was located on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, near the edge of the grounds of Hogwarts.
The hut was a charming, rustic dwelling made of stone and wood, with a thatched roof and a large pumpkin patch where the sad death of Buckbeak took place. I briefly thought of whether or not I would save Buckbeak's fate, and I chose to see how this was played out. Harry seemed... more assertive. If I could call it that. It was like his Deathly Hallows version was in its baby stages right now, and I was all for it. As we each walked the cobblestone path, I noticed everyone holding the 'Monsters Book Of Monsters'. The book had a delicate grey fur coat, making nasty sounds as it waited to be opened. 'It just wants to eat the shit out of you huh?' As I looked at my copy. Its spiderlike eyes creeped me out. Just why?
"Now class, I'm got somethin' good fer ya' today, just you wait. Follow me." The Jovial and playful atmosphere as the kids bantered about was enough to make me think of field trips I had when I was in middle school. Trips to the science center or the museum were enough to make my heart throb. I missed those years. My eyes grew a tad bit misty.
Turning around at the line, I could see Neville Longbottom, as nervous as he was in the movies no doubt. "I felt so bad for him," I thought amusingly. In this crazy world of magical families and overpowered wizards, he seemed like the bumbling underdog, never quite able to let his true potential shine. Granted, he had served as part of Dumbledore's Army and had come close to competing in the Triwizard Tournament, but in this universe, how would that change? I hoped I wouldn't have to babysit him. I briefly hung back to whisper to the boy, "Make sure to stroke the book's spine with the tip of your fingers so it doesn't try to bite them off."
The kid stuttered a grateful "Thank you" and looked down at the book with genuine interest. "Poor sod," I shook my head and walked to the front. Regardless of his clumsiness, his loyalty and bravery were never in question, and I respected that.
An annoying platinum-haired boy loudly expressed his disregard for the class. It wasn't nearly as amusing as Hermione's reactions. "I can't believe we have this big oaf teaching classes. Can't wait till my father hears about this," he spat venomously. I could hear Harry clicking his teeth in frustration, and Hermione was whispering at him to calm down.
Ah, Draco Malfoy decided to make himself known. I never quite liked him nor disliked him. He was a kid who had the unfortunate fate of being in the environment of a pompous rich asshole. When he joined Voldemort? That's when I started opposing him. I didn't hate him though, I just mildly dislike weaklings who only pride themselves on blood purity and not power, flocking and mooching off those who had the willpower and strength to achieve their goals.
Say what you want about Voldemort, but he was determined in his quest for absolute power and immortality. Much like me, we share the same interest. I just won't be on a quest for world domination or try to kill a baby because of a prophecy that I made exist. That's where Tom fucked up. Horcrux's notwithstanding.
As we arrived at a clearing, I expected to set my sights on the beloved Hippogriff himself, and as my eyes found its target, I could only be slack-jawed.
"What the fuck is that?!" I shouted. The kids along with Ron, Hagrid, and Harry chortled while Hermione looked at me in irritation. What? I'm just an innocent kid who's seen things like this for the first time. Hypocrite!
It had a robust, muscular frame covered in brown and gold fur, resembling that of a lion. It's razor-sharp teeth gave it a fearsome look. As we got closer, a pair of large, eagle-like wings sprouted from its shoulders, and its head was that of an eagle as well. A curved and strong beak, along with sharp talons that could easily tear a human apart. Its hind legs were that of a lion, that framed a muscular and powerful stance, its tail moved gently from side to side. The creature's eyes were keen, staring at each and every one of us with a mix of caution and interest.
"Now', open yer pages to 78. This, is Buckbeak! and Buckbeak is a Griffin!" Hagrid announced. I could hear Ron whisper a faint "Wicked" and mentally note how many times he was going to say that today. The children gasped in awe, and I noticed Harry engaging in a staring contest with the majestic creature. Hermione elbowed me to write this down as she handed me some scrolls, and I begrudgingly agreed. I despised homework.
However, this was shocking, to say the least. Buckbeak was now a beefed-up version of itself, and I could almost feel the ambient magic surrounding it. A magical creature indeed. Pretty soon, I'd have to ask Auntie how Magical creatures like these come into existence. Is it a phenomenon like the Kadachi Eggs, seemingly fading into existence from an alternate dimension via magic, Or was it born through natural means?
"Now, who would like to Ride it?"
Everyone, and I repeat, Everyone stepped back, leaving me and Harry. He smiled at me for a moment, then spoke. "Sorry man, I'm taking this one." He said pompously. I scowled at him. "No, the fuck you aren't!" Harry scowled back lifting up his hand. "Rock Paper Scissors for it then, first out of three!"
He must not have known I was the Rock Paper Scissors champion in my world! This is going to be a massacre!
I lost. I'm a disgrace.
Hermione and Ron rubbed my back in comfort as Harry walked toward the beautiful creature.
'Bastard! I hate main characters!'
I sniffled as the class laughed at my misfortune, Hermione struggling not to giggle at my turmoil. Ron was barely holding up though, a glare was all it took to shut him up. He was still shaking in amusement though. Idiot.
"Don't be like that Yumi, I'm sure you'll get another chance... Eventually" Hermione drawled, her voice faltering.
I hate everyone in this class.
"Ah, Harry. Glad you could step up. Now, A griffin is very prideful. You have to bow to it to gain it's permission."
As the black-haired boy walked closer to the creature, Hagrid made sure he wasn't too close. The boy bowed, and just like in the movie, the Griffin acknowledged his presence, slowly going into a low stance, its front leg moving back as its head lowered.
"Harry: 1. Yumi: 0" Ron whispered. This weasel was keeping score?!
As Hagrid nodded his head, Harry drew closer, raising his hands slowly. He gently stroked the Griffin's feathers, as it purred in pleasure.
"Harry 2: Yumi 0," Hermione said, her voice deadpanning.
"That doesn't count!" I yelled at the both of them. And once again, in deadpan unison the both of them retorted.
"Yes, it does."
'I'm going to punch someone.'
Harry then embarked on the creature's back, as it then stood up on its hind legs, making a long and powerful roar.
"RAAAAAARK!"
The class clapped in applause, screaming at Hagrid to let him fly. Harry looked at me smugly, as Ron went to speak again.
"Harry: 3, Yumi 0-"
"Shut up!" I cut him off as Hermione and He cackled as the class followed suit.
'I hate this class, I really do!'
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