Almost as soon as Hagrid finished speaking, all the Young Wizards took a step back in unison, even Hermione and Ron retreated at the same time.
Lynn was also pulled back a large step by Hermione along with the crowd.
Only Harry, who hadn't reacted yet, remained standing blankly on the spot.
"Ah! Harry, brave boy, come on, come on."
Seeing Harry standing apart from the crowd, Hagrid immediately beamed with joy.
Harry froze for a moment and looked around in disbelief; sure enough, there was no one left beside him.
He turned back to look at Hermione and Ron with an incredulous expression. Hermione's face reddened slightly, and she silently leaned her head against Lynn's shoulder.
Ron, looking somewhat guilty, looked up at the sky.
Watching his two best friends, Harry's mouth couldn't stop twitching. Really... in a life-and-death situation, he could absolutely trust these two.
But in normal times when there was no danger, his two best friends didn't hesitate to throw him under the bus.
Lynn blinked and reached out with a stiff movement to draw her wand from her wizard robe pocket.
She prepared herself so that if Harry failed and didn't get Buckbeak's approval, she could immediately step in and rescue him at any moment.
Harry was her friend, and also Hermione's friend; she didn't want anything to happen to him.
This thought naturally arose in Lynn's mind. Although there was still no emotional fluctuation, she finally had a thought of her own.
Facing Hagrid's expectant gaze, and for the sake of making his first class a success, Harry took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and stepped forward two paces.
Coming face-to-face with Buckbeak at such close range, Harry truly felt how beautiful and dangerous such a creature was.
Its feathers were sleek and glossy, its muscles were smooth and well-defined, and every part of its body was filled with a natural, wild beauty.
Yet along with that wild beauty, its body—which was quite a bit taller than Harry—its sharp talons that looked capable of shredding a person, and its sharp beak all made him feel a sense of dread from deep within his bloodline.
Forcing down his fear, Harry bowed deeply toward Buckbeak.
Watching Harry salute Buckbeak, Lynn spotted the problem almost instantly.
Harry's bowing angle hadn't reached ninety degrees; it was off by thirteen point two degrees.
Having had to salute teachers every day in her original world with a requirement for a perfect ninety-degree bow, Lynn found identifying this problem incredibly easy.
Furthermore, Harry's emotions were far too panicked, which could very likely lead Buckbeak to mistake him for something that could be its prey.
Lynn watched as Harry straightened his back after bowing, and she also watched as Buckbeak remained completely unmoved.
Seeing this, Hagrid also became a bit worried. He stepped forward, wanting to hold Buckbeak's lead tightly, while also speaking to comfort Harry.
"Harry, don't be afraid. Back away slowly, back away slowly."
Harry swallowed hard and lifted his foot, preparing to retreat.
However, Lynn's gaze remained fixed on Buckbeak, and she put her wand away.
This was because her mind had already constructed a muscle movement model and relevant analysis for Buckbeak.
According to Buckbeak's current muscle movement state, it didn't want to attack Harry.
On the contrary, it wanted to return Harry's salute.
Sure enough, just as Hagrid was about to pull Buckbeak back, it faced Harry and slowly but seriously returned the salute, lowering its head.
Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief. He gave up on leading it back to the Forbidden Forest and instead waved at Harry with great enthusiasm.
"Harry! Quick, Buckbeak has accepted you. Come and pet him."
Hearing that he had to pet Buckbeak, Harry's face turned visibly paler by several shades. But Hagrid was his friend, and this was his first class... Thinking of this, Harry stopped hesitating, strode forward, and cautiously reached out to stroke Buckbeak's beak.
Buckbeak lowered its massive head, submissively letting Harry pet it.
Lynn nodded at this point, and the nerves that were constantly taut in her brain slowly relaxed.
Given Buckbeak's current attitude toward Harry, it was absolutely impossible for it to attack him.
In fact, if Harry wanted to, it wasn't impossible for him to climb on and have Buckbeak take him for a few laps.
Unless Harry suddenly went mad at this moment and did something irrational or disrespectful to Buckbeak.
Otherwise, Harry wouldn't be attacked, and she could determine through character analysis that Harry wouldn't provoke Buckbeak now.
Gently stroking Buckbeak, Harry felt its cold, hard beak and its warm, smooth feathers.
Just as his heart was slowly calming down, another sentence from Hagrid sent it racing again.
"Great! Wonderful!"
Hagrid clapped loudly for Harry, shouting praises for his performance.
"I think he's willing to let you ride him for a flight now."
Harry's hand stroking Buckbeak paused, and he turned to look at Hagrid in a daze.
Was Hagrid really this excited for his first class... bringing out Hippogriffs, letting students have close contact with them, and now wanting him to ride one for a flight?!
This wasn't a flying broomstick; this was a Hippogriff. If it decided to throw him off halfway, he would be dead for sure.
"Hagrid, I don't think I should—"
Before Harry could finish, Hagrid picked him up and placed him directly onto Buckbeak's back. Buckbeak was extremely cooperative and didn't move an inch.
Sitting on Buckbeak's back, Harry's breathing was shallow, and his eyes frantically searched the crowd.
Lynn, with Hermione leaning on her shoulder, received Harry's gaze and gave him a calm nod.
She signaled that it was fine and that it was safe.
Having received Lynn's sign, the unease in Harry's heart quickly dissipated.
"Hold onto its neck, but don't pull its feathers; it doesn't like that."
Harry nodded and reached out to hug Buckbeak's neck tightly.
Watching Harry hold Buckbeak's neck, Lynn's mind quickly began calculating the friction generated by Harry holding the neck and sitting on the back.
She compared this against her mental simulation of Buckbeak's maximum flight speed and only stopped the calculations after confirming that Harry would not be thrown off under any circumstances.
She turned her head toward Hermione, who was clutching her arm with lips pursed and a face full of worry, and said in a completely flat tone.
"Harry won't be thrown off."
Hermione was startled for a moment, but once she came to her senses, her mood immediately relaxed. If Lynn said Harry wouldn't be thrown off, then he definitely wouldn't be.
In that case, she could rest easy.
"Go on! Take him for a flight."
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