HP: The Root of Everything - The Magician

After half a semester of intense studying, Hermione finally had a few days of rest.

She spent the last few days with Griffin.

During the day, he would use flying magic to chase and play with Griffin in the sky; in the afternoon, he would accompany it to hunt in the dark forbidden forest; and at night, he would hold it and sleep in the withered grass nest on the rooftop of the tower.

The golden, warm aura emanating from Griffin was warmer than any cotton blanket.

At the same time, this golden mythical magic has the potential to help wizards open the magical energy pores in their bodies.

After Teach made this discovery in his experiment, he ordered his disciple Hermione, "Don't go back to the girls' dormitory unless necessary. Just sleep with Griffin like this every night."

At noon that day, Hermione, who was resting, was holding a book and leaning against Griffin's lion, flipping through it.

Unexpectedly, this rare moment of rest was disturbed by a group of uninvited guests.

Griffin, unusually arrogant, looked down on the wizards who flew to the rooftop on their broomsticks. After opening its eyes from its afternoon nap to take a look, it continued to sleep lazily.

Griffin may be carefree, but that doesn't mean his young master Hermione is carefree too.

Hermione put down the book in her arms, stood up, and secretly reached into her wizard robes with both hands. She gripped the enchanted silver spear in her left hand and picked up her wand in her right, ready to strike.

When the group of wizards got off their brooms and stood on the rooftop, they all exclaimed in disbelief.

This was because they had witnessed firsthand the griffin, a creature from mythology, in this very place and at this time.

I saw it; the mythical griffin, which only gods and great heroes can possess and ride.

Griffin's napping figure caught the reporter's eye, making her so excited that she squeezed her legs together, her whole body trembling, as if a spring within her was about to gush out uncontrollably.

In her extreme excitement, she snatched the magic camera from her assistant, a lovesick smile spreading across her face, and began frantically snapping photos of Griffin.

The griffin's afternoon nap was disturbed by the flash of the antique camera, instantly making it a little irritable. The griffin stood on all fours, and its golden wings began to flap rhythmically.

With just a gentle flap of its wings, it created a fierce gust of wind, which, under Griffin's control, was precisely directed at the newspaper reporter who was frantically slapping it.

Seeing that the reporter was still not calming down despite its obvious warning of strong winds, Griffin increased the flapping of its wings and mercilessly blew the reporter off the rooftop.

The newspaper assistant was startled and quickly rode a flying broomstick down the rooftop to rescue him.

If the editor-in-chief and reporter were smashed into a pulp, then his hardworking assistant wouldn't survive either.

Seeing this, the Auror instantly snapped out of his awe of Griffin's mythical lion form. He, as the squad leader, immediately seized the opportunity to launch a tirade in front of everyone: "That beast is terrible! It attacked strangers without warning. If it's not properly supervised and disciplined, it could cause immeasurable damage to the British magical community!"

"I hereby declare you guilty in my capacity as an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. Take him away..."

After saying this, under his command, his four Aurors drew their wands, intending to capture Griffin.

Beast...guard...train...

Every word spoken by the Auror squad leader deeply stung Griffin's nerves, enraging the proud and free-spirited griffin.

Humiliated and insulted, it walked past its young master Hermione, whose face was ashen and filled with murderous intent.

Griffin, his lion paws radiating intense heat, walked step by step, leaving charred footprints, until he reached the Auror squad leader.

This body is three meters tall and four meters long.

The sacred aura of the sun's radiance, and the intense heat of the blazing sun.

At this moment, the enraged Griffin displayed for the first time in front of people its legendary, unassailable posture befitting a mythical griffin.

Griffin stood before the Auror squad leader who had humiliated it, his imposing presence gradually intimidating the Auror wizard who dared to insult it.

Under the oppressive aura of this majestic and inviolable divine beast, the arrogant Auror squad leader was filled with fear and trepidation, his knees bending towards the ground little by little.

When his knees were fully on the ground, in a kneeling and submissive posture, Griffin raised one front foot and slowly stepped on the Auror squad leader's head.

I stepped on it little by little, with increasing force.

'Bang~~'

A sound like a watermelon bursting open rang out on the rooftop of the tower, followed by a spray of red and white matter.

Then came the aroma of meat emanating from the head of the Auror squad leader, which was crushed by Griffin's lion paws and roasted to ash by the scorching sun.

This scene terrified everyone present, except Hermione.

The four Aurors snapped out of their shock and cried out in disbelief, "Mr... Frank?!"

It was only then that we learned that this arrogant and insolent Auror was named Frank.

But that doesn't matter. Griffin Hedge won't remember the human who dared to humiliate it; it will only remember that it just trampled an arrogant ant to death.

"Avada Kedavra..."

"A piercing pain in the wrist bone..."

"A thousand arrows piercing my heart..."

"The body was dismembered..."

Four unforgivable curses and attack spells, capable of easily causing death, were unleashed from the wands of the four Aurors and shot towards Griffin in the arena.

The Auror squad was ordered to seize the Griffin griffin under the pretext of the Ministry of Magic's legal authority, with a pretext in place.

But now, right before their eyes, the squad leader was contemptuously trampled to death by Griffin.

Under the intense, live-stream-like thrill of death, the four Aurors no longer cared about Chief Fudge's orders; they only wanted to kill Griffin, this monster, and eliminate this threat.

Griffin's eagle eyes didn't even glance at these inferior spells; he simply flapped his wings and deflected them away.

Griffins are mythical creatures, living in the age of gods. How could they be harmed by such inferior magic of human level?

As far as magic is concerned, only 'divine magic' of equal power level can harm Griffin.

The Aurors were stunned to see their spells, which they had shot out and meant to kill, dramatically bounced away. They couldn't believe it, and not only they, but everyone present couldn't believe it.

The reporter, rescued by his assistant and taken to the rooftop, was so shocked that his face paled, and even his magic quill stopped writing.

The pure-blood wizards who had been observing the scene watched with wide eyes as the griffin deflected the Auror's death curse.

As pure-blood wizards, who value their pure blood and consider magical power superior, they find it hard to believe that such a thing could exist that disregards wizarding spells.

If even the Unforgivable Curse couldn't harm Griffin, does that mean that wizarding magic is meaningless and laughable?

Does this mean that the so-called 28 Holy Pureblood Families are nothing but a joke that can be easily crushed in front of the Griffin?

Does this mean that their family of wizards is a joke?

Dumbledore stood at a distance and clearly saw this scene.

At this moment, like the pure-blood wizards on the rooftop, he began to involuntarily doubt his life as a magic wizard.