v2 Chapter 295： Buckbeak and flight (2/2)

Even without the help of the little dwarf Peter, Voldemort can't always stay in the shadow of the Albanian forest, and the new prophecy of Professor Trelawney is very worrying.

With this in mind, Avon had to speed up.

As he thought, he walked quickly to Hagrid's cabin.

Buckbeak was shackled behind a fruit tree in the pumpkin field, and the huge wings were folded tightly around the body.

As Ivan approached, it was enjoying a dead snow in front of it, which is its favorite food.

When he heard the footsteps, Buckbeak looked up and fierce orange eyes glared at Evan.

After discovering the person he was familiar with, he re-focused his attention on the food in front of him, licking, licking, and spitting a few snowy bones on the ground.

Ai Wen walked into Buckbeak and untied the rope for it. Although before that, he never rode a eagle-headed horse with a winged beast, but knows the specific method of operation. He has listened to Hagrid, Harry, Hermione and they have said countless times.

First of all, you have to stare at the eyes of the monster to gain its trust.

The trick is not to blink frequently or close your eyes. Otherwise, the eagle-headed beast will have doubts and think that you are not credible.

After getting the most basic trust, it is to pay tribute to each other.

The easiest way is to say that, in Haig, this is polite. If the eagle head has a winged beast and returns to you, then you can touch and ride it.

It doesn't look too difficult, especially Ivan and Buckbeak are already very familiar, making the whole process easier.

Ai Wen is close to Buckbeak and looks at it with its scary orange eyes.

It stood up, gently shaking the furry, big, pointed head and staring at Evan curiously, not sure what he was going to do.

Ai Wen slightly bowed, and Buckbeak looked at it. After a few seconds of stalemate, he suddenly bent down his scaly front knee, sinking and salivating him.

Ai Wen’s heart was loose, and he walked over and placed one foot on Buckbeak’s wings, climbed to its back, and sat behind its wings.

Because of the thick feathers, every place in front of Ai Wen’s body was covered with long, beautiful maroon feathers, which felt very warm and comfortable, just like sitting on a soft sofa.

Buckbeak took up and looked back at Evan.

”Listen, man!” Ai Wen patted Buckbike's head gently. ”I want to go to the territory of the eight-eyed spider, just in the depths of the forbidden forest. There is a huge depression without trees. You know I will say What?”

Buckbeak was still watching Avon, and then bowed his head and swallowed a dead snow scorpion. When Avon thought it didn't understand what he meant, there was no warning. Buckbeak's twelve-foot-long wings were in Ai The two sides of the text unfolded and flew up.

When Ai Wen flew up, he grabbed its neck in time.

He found that he was getting farther and farther from the ground and soon rose to the ground.

The cold air whizzed past, and Hagrid's cabins and trees were getting smaller and smaller under the feet of Avon. (To be continued.)