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Chapter 333: The Cancelled Care of Magical Creatures Class
Golden Necklace... Wade wasn’t the type to wear jewelry—no matter how much he could afford expensive gemstones and golden trinkets.
At the same time, Michael noticed something similar hidden inside Hermione’s school robes.
“Then forget it,” he said, arms folded, chin resting on his folded arms as he slumped over the table. “If I leave, you’ll just be sitting here alone. That’d be too pitiful.”
Wade chuckled, pulling out a book so thick it looked like a brick and setting it on the desk.
“If you’re bored, you can read this.”
“What’s this?” Michael sat up, flipping through the pages with a wrinkled nose. “Encyclopedia of Everything? Sounds just as dull as The Family Life and Social Habits of Muggles in Britain.”
But as soon as he glanced at the table of contents, his eyes lit up.
The book Wade handed him was actually a children’s edition—an anniversary gift from a friend of Wade’s father two years prior. It opened with the Big Bang, the Milky Way, nebulae, galaxies—richly illustrated with vibrant colors and simple, engaging explanations.
Then came sections on natural science, human history, social evolution, and technological progress—each one written with playful energy that instantly captivated.
Michael quickly became absorbed, losing track of time and forgetting entirely about his earlier desire to leave.
Meanwhile, Wade used the quiet moment to finish all the assignments from his morning classes.
His backpack looked ordinary on the outside, but inside it was a pocket dimension—an invisible expansion charm had stretched its space to rival the size of the Great Hall. He’d packed every single book he owned inside.
Calling it a “backpack” was misleading. It was, in truth, a portable personal library.
When writing essays or researching, all he had to do was reach into the bag, whisper a silent Accio charm, and the book he needed would float into his hand.
The bell rang.
Michael reluctantly closed the massive tome. “Can I borrow this? I’ve only read a dozen pages.”
“Wait a sec,” Wade said, tapping the book’s cover with his wand. A perfect copy appeared instantly. He handed the original to Michael, keeping the duplicate as he walked toward Professor Bubagi.
Michael struggled to cram the bulky volume into his already overstuffed backpack, then looked up—only to see Wade returning from the front of the classroom.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to ask Professor Bubagi to switch to this encyclopedia?”
“I heard her old textbook’s been in use for nearly a decade.”
“So it needs changing. One boring class like History of Magic is already enough.” Wade shrugged. “Besides, the original material is full of errors. The author clearly doesn’t understand Muggles at all. Honestly, it’s only worth reading as a joke.”
“Did she agree?” Michael asked.
“I shared my thoughts, left the book, and left,” Wade sighed. “I think… after we’re gone, Professor Bubagi might have to sneak off and cry.”
“Uh…” Michael paused, then said, “Well, Mileson and the others walking out? That makes sense. Marrying a Werewolf is still pretty extreme, no matter how you look at it.”
“I remember you liked Remus,” Wade said.
“Remus is Remus. Werewolf is Werewolf,” Michael replied calmly. “I know what most Werewolves are like—rough, violent, savage, full of hatred toward wizards. I’ve heard they used to sneak out at night to attack children and women.”
“Remus is an exception. He doesn’t represent all of them. And if Remus had a daughter… do you think he’d be willing to let her marry a Werewolf?”
Wade didn’t answer.
He thought of the Werewolf Will, who’d betrayed Remus’s kindness. He thought of Clare, who rejected her own Werewolf identity with fierce resistance.
Even Werewolves themselves rarely accepted who they were.
From that angle, Professor Bubagi’s idealism was truly naive.
After Muggle Studies came Care of Magical Creatures—always one of the most popular elective classes. Most students signed up, so the class was divided by House, just like required courses. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were paired together.
They followed a slope down to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, arriving just in time—only to find no sign of Professor Hagrid.
“Where’s Professor Hagrid?” Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff asked. “Did he forget the time?”
The students waited a few minutes. Someone from the front quietly went to knock on Hagrid’s hut door—but got no reply.
“Did we get the wrong location?” the student returned, uncertain.
“I heard some noise over there,” Liam pointed toward a distant patch of trees. “Something’s making a sound.”
“Let’s go check,” Anthony Goldstein declared firmly. “Maybe Professor Hagrid is waiting for us.”
His enthusiasm, thoughtfulness, and natural leadership made him a central figure among the Ravenclaw students.
Without hesitation, everyone followed.
Wade had a sinking suspicion about what they’d find—but said nothing, simply walking with the group.
The area was close to the Forbidden Forest, and many students who usually avoided this part of the grounds felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, unconsciously huddling together.
Soon, they all heard the faint cry Liam had described. Then, someone gasped.
Twelve strange creatures stood within a fenced enclosure—horse-like bodies, eagle heads, wings, and front claws. Their fur shimmered in dazzling, rainbow-like colors. Some were eating meat, others lay resting, while two played together in the grass.
The arrival of the students disturbed them. The ones lying down stood instantly, watching warily, but staying at a distance.
“Hippogriff!” Theo shouted. “Is this Professor Hagrid’s lesson plan?”
“Awesome!” Michael cheered. “I didn’t know creatures like this lived in the Forbidden Forest!”
“Then where’s Professor Hagrid?” Padma whispered, clutching Michael’s sleeve, trying to step back. “Maybe we should leave… go find him first…”
“Don’t worry, Padma,” Michael said, trying to sound reassuring. “He’s probably just gone to get food for them! We’ll learn how to feed Hippogriffs properly!”
Padma’s face went pale. “And… close contact?!”
Before she could finish, a voice cut through the air behind them:
“What are you doing here?!”
They turned. Professor McGonagall strode toward them, face etched with worry and tension. Only when she saw the students were at least twenty meters away from the Hippogriffs did she relax.
“We’re preparing for class, Professor,” Anthony explained. “But we don’t know why Professor Hagrid hasn’t arrived.”
Professor McGonagall frowned. “No one told you? This class is canceled for now.”
“Canceled? Why?” Anthony asked, puzzled.
“Something happened…” she said vaguely. “For everyone’s safety, don’t come near this area. Go back to the castle—quickly!”
The students lingered, but under her sharp gaze, they reluctantly began walking back.
“How could it be canceled?” Michael muttered. “This is only our first Care of Magical Creatures class.”
“Look over there,” Wade said, nodding toward the grassy patch and the fence.
Michael turned—and froze.
Fresh bloodstains were smeared across the grass and the wooden fence.
His face paled. “Someone was hurt?”
“Likely,” Wade said. “Eagles’ claws and beaks can cause serious wounds.”
“Good thing we didn’t go closer,” Padma sighed, placing a hand over her chest. “I hope it wasn’t Hermione or the others.”
Michael scowled, disbelief creeping into his voice. “Professor Hagrid didn’t set up safety measures? How could he mess up so badly on the very first class?”
“Who knows?” Wade said. “Maybe someone else was careless. Either way, we’ll understand once we check the Hospital.”
“But…” Michael glanced back at one of the Hippogriffs—its golden eyes locking onto his.
“Maybe next time we come… we won’t see them anymore. Maybe… we’ll never see them again.”
(End of Chapter)
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