Harry, Hermione, and Ron were nearing the Entrance Door to the castle so that they get out and head directly to Care of Magical Creatures class, when...
"Wheeeeeeeeee," said a funny high pitched voice. It came from above.
It was Peeves, the poltergeist, dropping water balloons and dungbombs on some second year girls. They were soaked with plenty of water, and looked very miserable. Harry looked up at him.
"Master of Disaster," at those words, Ron laughed, "picking on some girls again?"
However, Peeves continuing on causing chaos and the distraction that he usually made.
"The joker," muttered Hermione softly, shooting Peeves a disappointed look.
Ron was checking his wristwatch.
"Come on folks, or we'll be late," he said quickly.

The three got out of the castle, still hearing the voice of Peeves's chaos. Before them, stood the tall thin trees of the Dark Forest. Hagrid was just coming out of his little hut, dragging Fang back inside and feeding him some dog food.
The Slytherins were soon arriving, and they were extremely bored. They never ever like Hagrid, not one bit, just because he was a friend of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and another reason was because he was a half giant, and his mother, Fridwulfa, killed innocent people, (that's what Rita Skeeter said in Harry's fourth year).

"Gather 'round fellows," yelled Hagrid, "interestin' lesson comin' up." Hagrid made sure every student was present, and then he came forward, beaming at them. Draco Malfoy shot him cold looks, and sighed, waiting for the lesson to begin.
"Right," grunted Hagrid heavily, "now, this lesson, ya'll be taught about some fascinatin' creatures, by the name o' Cockatoodles."
Expressions of misunderstanding, confusion, bewilderment, and startling spread through the class, especially the Slytherins.
"What was that again?" asked Malfoy in a rude way.
"Cockatoodles Malfoy, that's what I said," replied Hagrid. " Ya kids wait here till I get the Cockatoodles from beside the lake." Hagrid left the class to fetch the creatures.
Several students were in conversations about Hagrid's obsession with monstrous creatures, wondering what Cockatoodles will look like.
"Calling us kids," began Malfoy with a wicked grin on his face, "and who does he think he is? The great big half-breed oaf."
Crabbe and Goyle were giggling greatly, so did some other Slytherins.
Unfortunately, Ron heard him. He remembered the fight he had with Malfoy, and he clearly recalled the moment when he was sitting on him, punching his whole face, which was covered in red blood. His whole face reddened, and he attempted to step towards Malfoy and injure him badly, but...
"Ron! Stop!" said Hermione earnestly.
"Ron, control yourself. Don't go pick a row with Malfoy," said Harry. "You do remember what happened last time when you fought with him, don't you?"
"I surely do," said Ron angrily," and I give anything, and I mean anything, for it to happen again."
He still was trying to get out of Harry and Hermione's strong grip, resisting them holding him back, but it didn't work. Malfoy stared at him coolly.
"Let me at him!" screamed Ron.
"Ron, knock it off, come on, we can't afford to have a fight now, the lesson hasn't begun yet," said Harry, holding Ron back. "Allright, you can get him next time Ron, but please, not now."
"The slimy git," declared Ron, finally stepping back.
"Oh, look," said Hermione, pointing at some things coming their way. The Slytherins turned their heads too, when they heard the cries of roosters.
And there they were. Eight Cockatoodles crawled in front of Hagrid, just as he described them. They had front bodies of roosters, and hind legs and bodies of crocodiles. They also had wings, and they were about two and half feet tall.
"Ya like 'em?" asked Hagrid cheerfully.
"Whoa, Hagrid!" said Ron, shocked. "What sort of creatures are they?"
"Like I told ya, these are Cockatoodles," staring at the eight Cockatoodles, which were still making ugly, irresistible sounds of rooster cries.
The Slytherins covered their ears with their hands, because the sound was too loud and annoying. Neville nearly fainted. His ear as usual couldn't resist so much loud noise. A proof of that was when he fainted due to hearing the Mandrake cries in Herbology in second year. Luckily though, the Cockatoodles were all hushed up eventually.
Sandra Sanderson, a Slytherin girl, noticed some smoke coming out of one Cockatoodle's nostrils.
"It's on---fire---something inside its beak is burning," she shrieked.
Hagrid was laughing at her.
"What?" she asked, puzzled.
"It's in their nature ter to do it. Probably, ya don't know any of the properties of those beauties. They can breathe fire Miss Sanderson," at those words, she fell to the floor, not believing what she just heard.
It was enough for Hogwarts to have fire-breathing dragons in Harry's fourth year to complete the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. Students clearly remembered the sight of the four grown up, vicious looking, big dragons. It caused fear beyond any fear to them. Plus, Harry and another champion or two were injured by those dragons. Another group of frightening creatures they had, were dementors. Harry clearly remembered how every time a Dementor came near him, he heard the voice of Voldemort laughing , and he heard his mother's voice. Eventually, thanks to Professor Lupin, he was able to drive them off using the Patronus Charm.
"Now, Cockatoodles, " Hagrid went on quickly, "these here are only babies. But, even if they come to be adults, they can' be any taller than four feet. As I said, they can breathe fire. Notice the wings everyone?"
The whole class nodded. No doubt they haven't' noticed the feathery brown wings of the eight Cockatoodles.
"The wings o' course are used to help 'em fly. But, because of the additional heavy weight o' the crocodile body at the back, they can't fly much either. Not higher than half a meter," the students were very grateful. The Slytherins were fearing that one day, the Cockatoodles would grab them and soar high in the air, to drop them on a mountain cliff or something. Hermione, who was muggle born, has previously visited some zoos with her parents. She remembered the ostriches that she saw. They were similar to these small Cockatoodles; they couldn't fly much either despite the fact that they were birds.
"Now look here everyone, Cockatoodles can be very friendly to ya if you treat 'em good," said Hagrid.
"Yeah right, " muttered Malfoy quietly, "just like that rampaging Hippogriff." By that, he referred to Buckbeak, the Hippogriff that attacked him in his third year.
"Shut up Malfoy," whispered Harry warningly.
"Now, ya can use Cockatoodles to dig lost treasures, valuable ones. An' when they do that ter ya, ya have to award them. By that I mean feeding 'em some dead worms," Some Slytherin girls were kind of disgusted.
Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes Hermione?" asked Hagrid.
"So, these Cockatoodles, are they similar to Nifflers?"
Everybody recalled studying Nifflers in fourth year. They were creatures that would return lost valuables to persons too, just like the Cockatoodles.
"Er...yeah, kind o'," replied Hagrid. "Firs' thing ya gotta do when ya meet a Cockatoodle is to give 'em a sharp look, it mus' be a bit scared of ya. If ya don't, it'll make fun of ya greatly, and it can be a big source o' exasperation to ya. Then, ya could come nearer and pat it on the head. If ya hear some voices from its throat, it means that it's accepting ya as a friend. Then, ya could give it somethin' to do. Like search for lost valuables or somethin'."
Most of the Gryffindors were intrigued.
"Another use, is that if by any chance, ya wan'ed your dinner-turkey grilled, they can do if for ya. Turn it into ashes if ya let 'em do it for a longer time," Hermione was noticing their long razor-sharp tails.
"Professor, what are the tails used for?" she asked politely.
"Oh, the tails, glad ya mentioned that Hermione," said Hagrid, "listen everyone, another use of Cockatoodles. Ya can used their tails to cut what I call uncuttable wood, hard wood, that is. Somethin' else, if ya wanna cut your pork chops into smaller pieces, here ya go, the Cockatoodles are available."
Several of the Gryffindors were laughing loudly, including Seamus, Neville, Dean, Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"I know, I know," began Hagrid in a funny voice, " Cockatoodles can be highly useful and a source o' fun to ya."
Malfoy came to the front, to have a closer look at the Cockatoodles.
"Will they breathe fire on us? Because if they will, I'm stepping out of this class right now," he proclaimed rudely. Harry swore that he could've let Ron attack Malfoy, but he kept quiet, still red in the face. Hermione was furious too.
"Don't worry Malfoy, everythin' will be fine as long as ya treat them right and give 'em some worms and work to do," replied Hagrid sincerely.
"Sure, just like that ugly Hippogriff," said Malfoy.
"This does it," grunted Hagrid angrily, "enough of my kindness here. Twenty points form Slytherin Malfoy. Buckbeak was one o' the best breeds of Hippogriffs I ever knew, and he on'y attacked ya, because ya were too busy chattin' with those two blokes (he pointed at Crabbe and Goyle), not paying attention to me explanation of Hippogriffs bein' easily offended."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron never saw Hagrid this angry at a student before, even though it was Malfoy. Malfoy was silenced.
"Ya know what Malfoy, get out o' here," yelled Hagrid, his voice echoing all over the deep-inside forest. "If ya can't stand a chance to offend any of the creatures, I don' wanna see you in me classes. In fact, I never wanted ter. If ya don't wanna teach that thick brain o' yours anything, fine with me. But that doesn't mean that ya can waste the whole time distracting me class, cause there are other people who would like to learn something, you know."
Malfoy backed away, scared of Hagrid's attitude.
"Fine," said Malfoy weakly, soon gathering his stuff and leaving the class.
" Ya can go with 'em if ya want, I don' care," yelled Hagrid angrily at Crabbe and Goyle, who both remained still.
A few moments passed, until at last, Hagrid talked again.
"Now, back to the Cockatoodles, I want ya to pair up and enjoy bein' with 'em. Remember to shoot them sharp looks to frighten 'em first. And then, ya can bring some wood from over there, and watch 'em cut it into pieces."
None of the Slytherins dared to try and play along with a Cockatoodle. Luckily, the Gryffindors didn't mind. And it happened to be that the total number of sixth year Gryffindors was eight students, exactly like the number of Cockatoodles available. So, each one had to grab a Cockatoodle.
When Ron returned, he was still laughing, not about the Cockatoodle, but about what happened moment ago.
"What are you laughing about?" asked Harry, shooting his Cockatoodle a sharp look.
"Did you see their faces? Crabbe and Goyle? They nearly wet themselves!" Ron was laughing extremely now, rolling on the floor. His Cockatoodle looked at him curiously.
"Serves them right," said Hermione, laughing too.
"It was odd, though, wasn't it? Hagrid never kicked a student out of his class, has he? But at least it was Malfoy," he was laughing too.
Now, Harry, Hermione, and Ron's Cockatoodles were cutting a pile of wooden logs into small cylinders, and presenting the wood to them.
Hermione patted her Cockatoodle on the beak, and thanked it.
She, Harry, and Ron grabbed their Cockatoodles, which were slightly heavy, and returned them to an area near Hagrid's hut.
"So, what do ya think o' em?" asked Hagrid, his face behind the hut's window.
"Interesting and very useful," answered Hermione.
"Amazing," added Harry.
"A bit funny too," continued on Ron.
Suddenly, the trio heard a scream from behind them. It was Sandra Sanderson, the same girl who spotted the smoke coming out of one of the Cockatoodles' nostrils. Her Cockatoodle was hanging on to her finger. She was bitten, and blood was dripping.
"Get off, you stinking weird-looking---ouch!" she cried. Then, she grabbed a small wooden log, and stroke the Cockatoodle on the head. It was sort of dizzy for a moment, then it fell to the ground. Sandra was still looking at it. The Cockatoodle was in pain, crying, and making strange voices, heading towards the Dark Forest.
Hagrid came closer to her, with some medicine to heal the wound.
"Does it hurt so bad?" he asked quickly.
"Yeah it does---ouch! Gently!" She was criticizing Hagrid's way of adding the medicine onto her hand.
Then, a roar of rooster-cries echoed from the Dark Forest. Harry, Hermione, and Ron turned around, to see a huge flock of Cockatoodles heading towards the class.
"What the---" began Hagrid, shocked from the Cockatoodles' attitude. "What's wrong with 'em?"

They blew flames on Hagrid's hut. He dashed through the hot fires, risking the chance, to save Fang.
He came out quickly, leading Fang to the trio.
"Come on ya lazy coward hound dog!" the fires were spreading, nearly burning Fang's tail.
Twelve more Cockatoodles were cutting a tree from the forest. It was falling down now.
"AAAAAAAAAARGH!" screamed Neville, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender, and Dean together. The shadow of the tree was covering them up now, and the tree was nearing the ground, until...
"Finite Incantatem!" screamed Harry. Immediately, the tree was blasted into smithereens.
"Quick Hermione, do something," declared Harry, avoiding the fire behind him. The Slytherins were jumping around the place , trying to escape. Five Cockatoodles managed to lift Pansy Parkinson up in the air, and they tossed her to land on the fires.
"Somebody help!" she shouted.
"Accio Pansy!" yelled Hermione, and summoned Pansy Parkinson back.
She landed on the floor, still frightened.
"Thank you Granger," she muttered quickly.
"That was the first kind thing you ever said to Hermione," said Harry in amazement.
"Well---things can change," she added on, and then joined the rest of the escaping Slytherins.
"Ron! Look out behind you!" Harry warned Ron of a Cokcatoodle that was nearing him, pointing its razor-sharp tail towards his leg.
"Imobulus!" said Ron automatically, and froze the Cockatoodle.
"Someone get Professor Dumbledore!" gasped Hagrid, throwing some water on his hut to put out the fire.
Hermione thought of a way, perhaps cruel, to stop the angry Cockatoodles.
"Everyone, quick, stunning spells at three, we have no choice,"
Several of the Slytherins and the Gryffindors nodded.
"One---two----three!"
"Stupefy!" roared everyone. At once, the last nine Cockatoodles were stunned, and fell to the ground. The whole place was a mess, and smoke was filling the lungs of the students.
The bell rang, and the trio left the sad Hagrid to inform Professor Dumbledore about this incident of the attacking of the Cockatoodles.
"Now what was that all about?" asked Ron furiously, catching his breath.
"There must've been something wrong with them, because they were friendly with us. You saw them," answered Hermione.
"I bet you anything it was that Sandra girl's fault," explained Harry, "she hit her Cockatoodle with a wooden-log, didn't she? So, it must've thought of revenge. But, clearly, it was over reacting. It brought its whole herd here to wreck the place and destroy it." Harry's explanation was a meaningful answer.
"You may be right Harry," said Hermione, smiling at him ,"but they shouldn't have overreacted at all."
They entered the castle, heading to the headmaster's office, having the need of informing him about the vicious Cockatoodle attack.