Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 328 Different Slytherin

There was an obvious flash of disappointment in Hagrid's eyes, and he had to turn his attention to Slytherin, whom he believed to be the "descendant of dark wizards."

"Um... Harry?"

He placed all his hopes on the savior that Dumbledore had high hopes for.

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry.

The black-haired, blue-eyed savior shook his head, not prepared to be the first person to try something new just to cooperate with Hagrid.

"Well... who of you wants to try it?" Hagrid was completely desperate.

He stood there with his tall stature, and the distrust conveyed in the students' eyes made him even more cowardly.

Every professor at Hogwarts is famous in his or her own teaching field.

Even though Sybill Trelawney looks like a half-baked Divination elective, she is a genuine "second-generation Diviner".

Not to mention Sirius, who is both powerful and handsome, and Snape, the master of potions.

He was the former Professor Quirrell, and he also had excellent grades while at school.

And Hagrid, what?

I have to say, he really likes animals and understands animals.

There is no high or low job, but the current credibility is not enough to support the position given by Dumbledore.

The greatest white wizard is still too anxious...

He wanted to support his own forces to the top, without giving others a chance to accept or buffer.

How could a student who was expelled from Hogwarts and a former warden of the Forbidden Forest suddenly become a full professor without going through the buffer of being an assistant teacher?

Is the appointment to Hogwarts such a joke?

bingo!

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a guy like Lockhart in the original work who looks good on the outside but is actually rotten on the inside.

Relying on the excellent forgetfulness spell, he took other people's achievements onto his own head.

"Professor, can I try?" Draco gave a cynical smile.

He called him professor in a very respectful tone.

But everyone knew that the professor's words were insincere.

The Slytherins standing behind him burst into laughter.

Draco pretended to comfort everyone.

But it made the situation even more difficult to handle.

"Draco, what kind of professor is he?" Zabini lowered his voice deliberately, but it was loud enough for Hagrid to hear.

The unkempt half-blood giant's face immediately turned pale.

"Be respectful when facing the Hippogriff. Make eye contact with it, then bow to it..." Hagrid reminded.

Draco didn't comment.

Elves are the most intelligent creatures on earth, so how could they bow their heads to a magical animal?

He stepped forward and locked eyes with the Hippogriff.

"Don't blink!"

The Hippogriff glanced at Draco once and then looked down.

"Very good, bow to it!" Hagrid exclaimed not far away.

Draco had an unfathomable expression on his face.

I understand what he meant.

Elves are the spirits of all things, how could they possibly salute an animal?

The Hippogriff actually knelt down under Draco's pressure.

"Amazing! Buckbeak is a very proud guy..." Hagrid muttered to himself.

Draco walked over and gently stroked the top of its head.

Buckbeak bowed his head meekly.

"You could take him for a ride..." Hagrid suggested.

He didn't expect that Malfoy's young master could get Buckbeak's approval.

In his mind, Malfoy was a minion of the Dark Lord and he needed to draw a line between them.

But his love for animals seemed to mitigate some of his hostility.

"That's exactly what I meant." Draco said frankly.