Chapter 122: Pegasus

"Oh hey, it's you guys."

"You even brought friends."

When noon arrived, the group of them came to Hagrid's hut together.

Outside the hut, one could see a wooden fence temporarily set up, inside which were 12 huge Pegasus.

Their fur was pale gold, and their manes were silver, which looked very good.

The Pegasus were occasionally scraping the ground lightly with their hooves, spraying faint mist from their nostrils.

And when they spread their wide wings, the halos on the edges of the wings refracted rainbow-like colors in the sunlight.

Hagrid was busy pouring pure malt whiskey for the Pegasus to drink in the fence.

"Very beautiful, right, these big guys."

Hagrid stroked a Pegasus that was lowering its head to drink whiskey and said to the group with a smile.

Everyone couldn't help but lean against the fence, carefully examining these divine creatures.

"Professor Hagrid, why are you dressed so handsomely just to feed horses?"

John noticed Hagrid's clothes today, changing from his usual tattered mole-skin coat to a dark brown suit, even wearing a floral tie.

Hagrid chuckled and touched his newly trimmed beard.

"Hehe, I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Hagrid didn't say why, just chuckled.

John and the others looked at each other, vaguely sensing that Hagrid was unusually excited compared to usual.

Could it be that spring has come?

"By the way, Harry, and John, I heard you've both been confirmed as Warriors."

After the joke, Hagrid suddenly looked up at John and Harry, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yes Hagrid, I don't even know who signed me up..."

Harry grabbed his hair in frustration and said.

"Don't worry Harry, Dumbledore will handle it."

Hagrid comforted Harry.

"Thank you, Hagrid.... uh, do you believe I didn't sign up?"

"Of course I believe you; since you said it wasn't you, then it definitely wasn't; Dumbledore and everyone else will believe you."

Hagrid said as a matter of course.

Listening to Hagrid's words, a warmth surged in Harry's heart; Hagrid always stood firmly on his side.

"By the way, want to touch these big guys?"

"Although they look a bit tall, they have gentle temperaments, as long as you don't startle them suddenly."

Hagrid patted the Pegasus beside him and smiled at them.

"I want to, I want to!"

Titus, who had been eager to try, immediately raised his hand excitedly.

Hagrid naturally wouldn't refuse, smiling and pushing open the small door of the fence, making a 'please' gesture.

Titus cautiously approached the Pegasus that was lowering its head to eat oats, reaching out to touch its smooth neck lightly.

The Pegasus tilted its head slightly, nostrils spraying a wisp of warm white air, actually stopping eating and using its huge head to rub against Titus lightly.

"Oh my, this is really rare."

"Although they are gentle, this is the first time they've been so friendly to people."

Seeing this scene, Hagrid touched his beard in slight surprise.

Afterward, John and the others also walked into the fence one after another, stroking the Pegasus one by one.

The fur of these horses felt as smooth as the finest silk, and they should be very valuable.

John and Hermione were stroking the neck of a Pegasus together.

"John, what do you think it would feel like to ride such a Pegasus in the sky?"

Hermione asked while stroking the Pegasus, imagining the feeling of riding a flying horse; it must be extremely free.

"Like the feeling of flying."

"?"

Hermione immediately hammered John's shoulder, glaring at him feignedly in anger.

"If you want to fly, riding a flying broom is the same."

John rubbed his hammered shoulder and said speechlessly.

"You're the old one!"

Hermione made a gesture to hit him again, and John hurriedly hid on the other side of the Pegasus.

"Riding a horse and riding a broom can't be the same, especially such a tall and mighty Pegasus, which can be ridden by two people..."

If you could ride a Pegasus and descend from the sky to...

Hermione complained about John's lack of romance while imagining something.

Thinking about it, her cheeks couldn't help but flush with a blush.

And John didn't know what Hermione was thinking, just continued.

"Flying brooms can also be ridden by two people."

"How about I take you for a spin another day."

Hearing this, Hermione immediately had an idea in her heart, pretending to be unhappy and saying.

"Who wants to ride a broom with you; maybe you'll throw me off halfway."

Hearing Hermione say this, John immediately spoke again with dissatisfaction.

"Just kidding, my technique is great!"

"Come to think of it, I don't seem to have ridden a flying broom in front of you; no, I must prove it to you tomorrow on the weekend."

Seeing the plan succeeded, Hermione curved her eyebrows and smiled.

"Alright, then you take me for a spin tomorrow to prove it."

"It's a deal!"

John didn't feel anything wrong, saying confidently.

The two quickly agreed that after the reporter interview tomorrow, they would go to the Forbidden Forest to ride flying brooms together.

Just borrow the broom directly from Harry; believe he will be very happy.

Afterward, the two stroked the Pegasus again.

But while stroking, this Pegasus suddenly sprayed a snort at John, instantly covering John with snot.

!?

John's body stiffened, his mouth twitching slightly.

Seeing John's miserable look, Hermione laughed until her shoulders shook.

John glared at Hermione dissatisfiedly, but this only made her laugh even harder.

Early the next morning, the four Warriors, including John, received the news.

They were to go to the previous judging room after ten o'clock in the morning to accept the reporter's interview.

Usually, when attending school at Hogwarts, one only wears school uniforms during class, and the school uniform is also just wearing a tie and a robe casually.

But today, to deal with the reporter, John still dressed neatly.

But the neat dressing in John's eyes still looked casual and loose in Hermione's eyes.

"You're going to be in the newspaper, and you're still dressed so casually, and the tie is crooked like that, why don't you straighten it?"

Great Hall.

Hermione came to John early in the morning, looked at his attire, and complained speechlessly.

"Isn't it straight enough?"

John looked down at his tie strangely, asking innocently.

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes, then pulled him up, raised her hand to adjust his tie quickly, and smoothed the wrinkles on his collar.

The movements were done in one go, as if just completing a natural little thing.

After finishing, Hermione stepped back slightly to look at John's attire and nodded with satisfaction.

"Alright, now it looks like something."

John stood in place and let her tidy him up, looking at Hermione with a smile.

"Are you a mother? You have to tidy everything up for me."

John joked, his eyes full of smiles.

Hermione met John's gaze, her face flushed, and she rolled her eyes at him again, humming lightly.

"It's just because I'm afraid you'll lose face for our school, don't be narcissistic."

To this, John smiled and didn't speak.

And Harry, who had been standing for a while, looked at the two of them speechlessly.

If you have time to bicker, why don't you help me tidy up too; does it not matter if I lose face? ===== CHAPTER 123 =====