"Wait until my father hears about this," a blonde boy mumbled as he climbed into an animal pen containing what appeared to be half cow, half eagle.
"Yeh go ahead an' tell yer father, Malfoy," the half-giant of a teacher growled as he picked the boy up by the scruff of his neck. "As a matter o' fact, why don' yeh run back up ta yer dorm an' send him an owl. What'd yeh think yeh'd be doin', rollin' around in a pile o' crups? Should I change yer nappy as well?" He dropped the boy, who fell to the ground and began scurrying back up to the castle. "Well, get to it," he barked at the rest of his students.
"Erm, Hagrid, what will we be covering in this class?" a scraggly black haired boy asked the behemoth.
"Cor, Harry, this class is fer those planning on working with dangerous critters, ingredient harvesters, an' dragon handlers and whatnot. S'pose you'll do great, what with your dealings with the basilisk and Norbert and Fluffy."
Harry turned green at the thought of the beasts, before noticing that his friend was in trouble. "Back away Ron, he looks angry,M" Harry shouted at his redhead friend who was prodding the hippogriff he was petting.
"Thanks, Harry, almost missed that. Right, you lot, class dismissed, no homework this class, but don't get used to it," Hagrid bellowed, much to the relief of some of the students.
Next CoMC class
Much to everyone's consternation, Malfoy was back the next class, smirking. The teacher called out. "Right, everyone, gather round. This is Charlie Weasley, he's here with Madam Umbridge," he gestured to first a redhead, and then a toad-like woman in pink, "to ensure my lectures are up to the Guild's standards. Now, we'll be working with Beaky and the hippogriffs again, you'll be coming up in pairs to inspect his talons and wings. One holds him back and shows off his feet and wing span, the other will be sketching them. Switch halfway through. Now git to it."
The pink monstrosity stepped in front of Hagrid. "Mr. Hagrid, you realize that the ministry classifies these, hippogriffs, as XXX level creatures, and thus beyond any third year students?" She stated in a sickly-sweet voice.
Charlie coughed. "Actually, Madam, under Guild guidelines, students below their OWLs should be capable of handling any creature that is neither lethally poisonous nor capable of manipulating the elements. While hippogriffs are above what the guild would suggest for third-year students, I expect that Hagrid was trying to impress upon his students the dangers of the beasts with something obviously dangerous as opposed to something seemingly harmless such as mokes or malaclaws."
She harrumphed before storming away from the class. "Thanks for that, Charlie, always knew you were a good man," Hagrid told his companion. "Right, you all. Pair up, and get yourself a hippogriff. Turn in your sketches at the end of class."
Harry watched as the other students paired up. Unfortunately for him, Ron quickly grabbed Hermione, hoping to have less to do, and Lavender quickly grabbed Neville, hoping for someone to shield her from the beastie as much as possible. Draco paired with Crabbe for the same reason, and Millicient paired with Goyle for the same reasons. Pavarti grabbed Dean, and Pansy grabbed one of the other Slytherin girls, Davis, if he remembered right. Which left just one other snake. "Guess its the two of us," he said nervously, "Greengrass, right? I'm..."
"Potter, everyone knows who you are, fool," she replied. "Lets get this over with," she grimaced, eyeing the various animal mess in the pen. "This is so gross," she groaned as the fecal matter and mud squished beneath her boots, expensive dragonhide exposed as she hiked her skirt and robes to protect them from the grime.
Harry put his head in his hand and sighed. "Greengrass, I'll pull one to the edge, I saw the talons and wings well enough that I should be able to sketch Buckbeak's wings.
She glared at him suspiciously. "Whats in it for you, Potter? I can tough it out." She asked, trying to hide her relief at the idea.
"Look, you're going to get mud on your boots and clothes in there while you sketch or when its your turn to show him off, and dragonskin is remarkably difficult to clean, even with magic. Just like our potions gloves," Harry explained.
"But whats in it for you?" she repeated. "Thats how this works, you do something for me, so that I have to do something for you. And frankly, I doubt I'm interested, you boys are all alike, always trying to curry some favor in hopes that I'll go to Hogsmeade with you."
Harry waved his hands placatingly. "Pro bono. I can't even go to Hogsmeade," he stated dejectedly. "Besides, that may be how it works for you snakes, but I'm a Gryff, remember? We do things because we think its right." She nodded at him, pulling out parchment and charcoal that they used in Herbology for the same purpose. He grabbed Buckbeak's knee and pulled its front talons up so Greengrass could sketch it. The hybrid snorted angrily at him, jerking the wicked sharp talons out of his hand and put them back in the ground.
"Potter, do that again, i think i saw something in his hoof?" she questioned the proper name for the hoof/ talon. "There, see it, there is a bit of wood or something in the flesh. Do you have your wand?" the girl ordered. The hippogriff started to buck and jerk as Harry pulled out his wand. "Easy, easy, boy," she stared it in the eye. "Wingardium Leviosa to pull it out, nice and steady. If you jerk, he's going to panic, and he'll probably kill you."
"Gee, that's reassuring," he replied, but wrapped his arm along the meaty pat of the leg and performed the spell. Buckbeak squawked angrily. At this point they had attracted quite a bit of attention.
"Now you need to clean the wound, the charm is aquamenti, wand movement is a slight circle, just the tip, don't move the handle. The smaller the better, it'll release less water," she continued her instruction.
"And let me guess, if I go too fast he'll kill me," he snarked back. He looked the avian in the eye. "Now, I've never done this before, so bear with me," he told the hippogriff. "Well, fortune favors the bold, aquamenti," he incanted, letting out a perfect downpour of water onto the muddy, bloody hoof. Buckbeak squawked, but held still until the wound was clear, then spread his wings and took off.
Hagrid and the class clapped heartily. "Well done, Harry, yer a natural. Good eye spotting that, Miss Greengrass, both of you take Os for the day. The rest of you, finish your sketches for next lecture. Class dismissed.
"Pretty impressive, Potter," Greengrass congratulated him.
AN: I had this plot bunny at work, Dumbledore says in the beginning of POA that the previous professor had retired to enjoy the rest of his limbs, meaning care wasnt exactly a safe class. Dont really know where this would go, maybe Hermione drops out of care as well since its so dangerous, and Harry gets a reputation as this badass who can handle anything Hagrid can throw at them. Daphne naturally continues to partner with Harry for her safety, his chivalry, etc. Regardless, i don't own the people or places.,