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A massive powder-blue carriage seemed to materialize out of the light, gliding into view with an almost ethereal grace.
Gasps rippled through the gathered students, many clutching their robes as they stared in awe.
The carriage was the size of a small house, its surface gleaming under the starlit sky.
It was pulled by twelve enormous winged horses, their silver manes glistening. Each was the size of an elephant, their muscular forms exuding power and elegance.
"Is that a dragon?" a wide-eyed first-year whispered in awe.
"No, those are Pegasus—well, technically Abraxan horses," a senior student corrected, shaking his head with an amused smile.
"They're just… unbelievably big."
As the carriage began its descent, it picked up speed, streaking toward the ground at an alarming rate.
The students in the front rows instinctively backed away, murmuring in alarm.
Then, with a thunderous impact, the carriage landed, its enormous wheels bouncing once before settling.
The Abraxan horses' hooves struck the ground with enough force to send small tremors through the earth.
Several students yelped as their classmates accidentally stepped on their feet in the chaos.
The horses snorted, shaking their massive heads, their fiery red eyes gleaming with intelligence.
One particularly magnificent stallion pawed at the ground, capturing the attention of Hagrid, whose eyes shone with admiration.
His massive hands fidgeted as he took in the sight of the majestic creatures.
A coat of arms shimmered in the moonlight on the carriage door: two golden wands crossed, each adorned with three twinkling stars—the emblem of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Suddenly, the carriage door swung open. A young man in a tailored light-blue robe leaped gracefully onto the ground.
He bent down, rummaging for something within the carriage before unfolding a gleaming golden spiral staircase.
Once it was secured, he stepped back with a respectful bow.
A polished black high-heeled shoe—easily the size of a child's sled—emerged from the carriage.
A moment later, a statuesque woman followed, her elegant figure draped in flowing silks.
Ethan recognized her instantly. Madame Maxime.
He had encountered her briefly at the Quidditch World Cup camp, though the circumstances had been far less glamorous.
Tonight, however, she was every bit the dignified and formidable headmistress. Her robes shimmered as she descended, exuding an air of effortless grace.
From the moment she stepped out, Hagrid's composure began to unravel.
He smoothed his beard with almost frantic energy, his hands moving so vigorously that a few strands came loose.
His normally booming voice was silent, replaced by a look of awed admiration.
Dumbledore began to clap, his smile warm and welcoming. The students quickly followed, their applause filling the crisp night air.
Many craned their necks, eager for a better look at the towering woman approaching the Hogwarts Headmaster.
Madame Maxime smiled, extending a hand that shimmered under the castle's torches. Though tall, Dumbledore barely needed to incline his head as he bent to kiss her hand with impeccable courtesy.
"Dear Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said, his voice filled with warmth.
"Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbleley," Madame Maxime greeted in her rich, velvety voice.
"I 'ope you 'ave been well."
"Quite well, thank you," Dumbledore replied smoothly.
For a moment, they exchanged pleasantries, their tones light and formal.
Then, as if remembering something, Madame Maxime turned her head—and flashed Ethan a dazzling smile.
Hagrid, standing right beside Ethan, froze.
Mistaking her smile as meant for him, Hagrid fumbled to straighten his coat, his enormous hands patting himself down in a flurry of nervous energy.
"Ethan! I'm so glad we can meet again!" Madame Maxime's deep voice rang out warmly as she approached him.
"You helped Fleur and Gabrielle last time—I finally have the opportunity to thank you properly!"
Ethan smiled politely, but he noticed Hagrid outstretching his massive hand toward Madame Maxime before he could respond.
For the first time, Ethan saw Hagrid blush. The half-giant had moved eagerly to greet her, only to be completely overlooked as Madame Maxime's full attention remained on Ethan.
A ripple of muffled laughter spread among the students.
Hagrid's face darkened to a deep shade of red, and he awkwardly pulled his hand back.
Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze swept over the students, immediately silencing the snickers.
But it wasn't entirely their fault—Hagrid's recent lesson on Blow-Tail Snails had left many of them covered in burns, bites, and bruises.
The dangerous creatures were notorious for their venomous spines, ability to spit fire, and their thirst for blood.
So, it was understandable that some students still held a grudge.
Ethan, however, remained focused on Madame Maxime.
"I only did what anyone would have done," he said earnestly.
Madame Maxime chuckled.
"Ah, Monsieur Ethan, you are too modest!"
Her large hands deftly untied a small, glimmering horse from the grand carriage behind her.
The moment the creature stepped forward, Hermione gasped.
"Oh my God! An Abraxan!"
Harry blinked in confusion. "A what?"
Hermione sighed in exasperation.
"Harry, you need to read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!"
But despite her frustration, she immediately launched into an explanation.
"The Abraxian is an incredibly rare breed. It's said to have the bloodline of the ancient, legendary Pegasus that disappeared centuries ago. They're resistant to most magical attacks, their wounds heal almost instantly, and even their blood can cure diseases and enhance physical strength!"
Ron's eyes widened. "Wait, so that thing is worth a fortune?"
Hermione shot him a disapproving look.
"Honestly, Ron! Their value isn't just about money! They were nearly hunted to extinction by Dark wizards, and only in recent years have they been properly protected."
Ethan, meanwhile, was staring at the creature in awe.
The little horse had a silver mane that shimmered under the sunlight, and its deep, intelligent eyes locked onto his.
Slowly, it stepped closer, sniffing him curiously before giving his cheek a warm, affectionate lick.
Ethan laughed quietly, feeling an unexpected connection with the creature.
Nearby, Hagrid was staring at the gorse with open admiration, his large hands twitching as though itching to reach out and touch it.
Madame Maxime smiled. "This little one is for you, Ethan—a gift from Beauxbatons to thank you for your heroic deeds."
Ethan hesitated. He wasn't used to receiving grand gestures like this.
But one look at the horse, and he knew he couldn't refuse.
He met Madame Maxime's gaze and gave her a respectful nod.
"Thank you, Madame Maxime. This is... truly an incredible gift."(T/n: You going to name him Roach aren't you)