Kayson squatted on the second floor, almost unblinkingly watching Draco and the Hippogriff, Buckbeak, as Hagrid called him, downstairs.
He understood Draco too well; although it wasn't good to say that about a third-year Little Wizards, the truth was... Draco was a Little Wizards who loved to act like a jerk.
He didn't doubt that Draco might pull some stunts for the sake of being unconventional, like a zero-frame start, giving Buckbeak a big slap to force him to kneel and carry him for a flight.
Of course, it wasn't that this approach couldn't be done, but Draco's current level...
However, very quickly, the scene downstairs made his heart return from his throat to his chest. Draco, after a long inner struggle, finally decided to back down a bit and follow the procedure.
He bowed slightly towards Buckbeak.
"Eyes, Malfoy, pay attention to your eyes. You need to maintain eye contact with Buckbeak," Hagrid reminded him at the right moment.
Draco looked up, his posture at this moment as strange as a praying mantis's wrist.
But unfortunately, Buckbeak didn't seem to appreciate it. He lowered his head, pulled a blade of grass from the ground, chewed it in his mouth, and then, with a zero-frame mouth movement, spit it towards Draco.
Kayson was on the verge of tears, wishing he could give himself a Wither head. He had calculated everything, but he hadn't anticipated this scene.
Draco's personality now was much better than when he first arrived at Hogwarts. After all, he had endured a lot of torment from Alchemy, including his own grinding redstone, other Professors', and Neville's exclusive flying skill.
However, this Buckbeak was a bit abstract. It was understandable that he didn't like Draco; there was no law stating one had to like people from the Malfoy family.
But spitting at someone was just too much, and it was uncertain whether the spit was a zero-frame start or some so-called super long wind-up.
If it was a super long wind-up, he still spit suddenly.
If it was a zero-frame start, Hagrid had taught that Buckbeak was a carnivore, yet he uncharacteristically lowered his head to eat a blade of grass, which could be considered a wind-up preview...
As for the current situation, it would have been better if Buckbeak had just clawed Draco directly. At least Draco had protective magic cast on him, and a claw wouldn't have caused any trouble at all.
But protective magic defends against attacks, not insults, like the green, bird-dung-like substance on Draco's head at this very moment...
Draco pulled a quill from his pocket. He tentatively scraped his head with the quill, then looked at it.....
"...I'm going to.....tell my..."
"Father!!!"
The entire lawn, all of Gryffindor and a few Slytherin students, instinctively burst into laughter. Even Hagrid, as a Professor, couldn't help but let his lips curl up slightly.
Soon, the class finally ended. Hagrid and the four Little Wizardss of Gryffindor excitedly returned to the house. The four Little Wizardss enjoyed gnawing on... rock cakes downstairs, while Hagrid excitedly pulled down a Kayson with a sour face.
"Professor Kayson?"
"You were watching our class from the second floor just now?"
Kayson sat on the sofa and nodded helplessly: "Yes, Harry, you really gave me a big surprise."
Harry seemed unable to distinguish between good and bad words; well, he just couldn't, and showed a simple, honest smile: "Oh, thank you, Professor."
Kayson, somewhat helplessly, clarified: "What I mean is, Harry, I completely understand that you want to add color to Hagrid's lessons, but some colors really don't need to be added so heavily. Hagrid's original lessons are excellent, introducing you to amazing magical creatures."
"Now that you've flown, Gryffindor has flown, Hagrid naturally can't show favoritism. Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw all have to fly. In fact, every Little Wizards needs to fly to demonstrate Hagrid's fairness, otherwise, a Professor without credibility won't be trusted."
"Originally, Slytherin could have flown too, but Malfoy didn't seize the opportunity," Ron said, imitating Kayson's eating style by softening his rock cake with milk, then thoroughly crumbling the softened rock cake, and finally, with his mouth full like a hamster while soaking it in milk.
"Uh.....this should be considered the only good news from this class..."
After Kayson finished speaking, he saw the four Little Wizardss nodding in agreement and quickly re-explained: "Fortunately it was him; no one dares to mock him. If it were a less prominent, less assertive Little Wizards who was spit on like that by Buckbeak, he probably wouldn't have a very good semester, at least he'd get a nasty nickname and passively become a topic of conversation for others."
"It shouldn't be that serious, right?" Hagrid scratched his head.
"Then did you have any nasty nicknames when you were in school?"
"Some people called me Big Guy, Big Fellow, and the nastier ones called me Big Oaf. I remember one very tasteless person who said I was a crossbreed and my father was a warrior... At the time, I didn't understand what he meant until much later when I realized," Hagrid instantly reacted and spoke with deep agreement, drawing from his own experience.
"Oh, then he really was tasteless. Do you still remember his name? Next time, I'll help you ambush him," Kayson said, nodding.
"I've long forgotten, only remember his last name was Black. They say he traveled all over the world after graduating, constantly looking for all sorts of powerful magical creatures... I even thought I'd get along with him because we both like magical creatures..." Hagrid sighed.
"Alright, it seems the ambush plan is canceled.... Oh, I remember we have a second piece of good news." Kayson waved his hand, and the Pensieve crystal ball, which Hagrid had placed in a wide but accidentally concealed spot, appeared in his hand.
"This is your first class, just as memorable as the day you were sorted," Kayson said.
"Oh, thank you." Hagrid quickly took the crystal ball and placed it in a safe spot.
[That Black fellow, unfortunately, you won't find him in the original work, because that Black was the protagonist of my previous book... However, the protagonist's character setting in the previous book was too different from the current protagonist's. That one was a complete social Darwinist + racial knight, and the whole book was a bit grim and resentful, so you might not be used to reading it.]
[Answering a question in advance: Why were there character OOCs, outrageous plots, heavy content, and grimness in the previous book, but this book is kind, gentle, and fresh?]
[Because Minecraft purifies the heart, my friends! Also, I prefer to write protagonists with vastly different personalities, rather than just writing prefabricated characters based on my own mold.]
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