"Hagrid—what's that?"

"Uh, what?" Hagrid replied weakly when he saw the direction of Harry's gaze. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info "That's—oh・・・・・・"

"Where did you get that, Hagrid?" Ron noticed, and the sleepiness on his face swept away, as he said, crouching down to the fire to take closer care of the big egg. "It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Oh, not really!" Hagrid pride, "it's won." Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Seriously, the man probably wants to get rid of it. ”

"But are you going to wait until it hatches—you can't keep a dragon all the time, that's too hard, Hagrid!" Hermione worried. "Besides, dragon eggs are a first-class magical item that prohibits smuggling trade. ”

"No, it's not an object, it's a baby. Hermione, I've been reading books. Hagrid said, pulling a tome from under his pillow, "You see, this is what I borrowed from the library when I last met you - Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit—and it's a bit outdated, but it's complete. Just put the eggs in the fire like this - it's like their mother exhaling into them. ”

Hermione looked at him in disbelief, and Hagrid was still flipping the pages and pointing out the contents of the book to her, "Look, you see, it's written here, and when the dragon hatches, feed it a barrel of brandy with chicken blood every half hour." Look at it again -- how to tell the difference between eggs, and what I got was just Norway's Ridgeback Dragon. Pretty rare!"

Hagrid was triumphant, but Hermione's brow was furrowing. "Hagrid, don't forget, you live in a wooden house!"

But Hagrid didn't listen at all. He cleaned up and added some burning powder to the fireplace, causing the red flames to soar and the room even hotter at once.

"Alright, alright, it's time for you to go back. Hermione was about to say something, but Hagrid shoved them out and closed the door humming a little tune.

On the way back to the castle, they all had a serious face. For Harry, Ron, and Hermione, that meant they had a new thing to worry about outside of the Philosopher's Stone: what would happen to Hagrid if someone found out that he was illegally raising dragons in his hut?

As they parted in the foyer, Vio heard Ron sigh and say, "I wonder what a peaceful day looks like." ”

Vio smiled disappretently, what you're going to encounter in the future is much more worrying than this.

Soon, however, Vio couldn't laugh anymore, and the second semester of the first year was almost halfway through, and as they learned more and more about magic, the teachers began to give homework almost frantically. In particular, her aunt Sigoness made a detailed schedule of things to do every quarter of an hour.

Ron and Harry didn't have an easy time either - thanks in large part to Hermione, who gave them a bunch of revision plans. It was driving them crazy, but Hermione was on the same revision plan as them, but she always completed the daily tasks with ease.

So when they met at the dinner table, they tacitly snatched all of Hermione's favorite food, and pretended not to know.

Unable to take advantage of their tactics, Vio had to make up his mind when and when he would go out and mess with Snape again, and then pretend to forget about his confinement and ask him to go to his aunt to help him buy cheap potions.

After some time, Harry's owl Hedwig brought him a note from Hagrid one morning at dinner.

There are only four simple words on it: It's almost out of the shell.

Ron didn't want to take a herb class anymore and wanted to go straight to Hagrid's cabin. Hermione glared at him.

"Hermione, how many times in our lives can we see the dragon come out of its shell?" Ron advised. vio replied silently in his heart, come to my house during the summer vacation, take you to the dragon farm to see, you can see what kind of shell you want, and you can see it whenever you want. But she glanced at the Slytherin timetable and wisely didn't speak.

Very good, history of magic, the state of the soul teaches Binns's class. Don't skip class at this time, but wait when.

"We're going to have classes, or we're going to get in trouble, and if someone finds out what Hagrid is doing because of us, he'll be even more unlucky than we are—"

"Vio, what about you, persuade Hermione!" Ron saw that Hermione was unmoved, and turned to Vio again.

"Don't say it. Harry suddenly whispered a warning. He looked behind Vio.

Vio lowered his head curiously and slowly turned an angle to glance behind him, where Draco was a few paces away, pausing to listen to them.

Harry looked at Draco with a complicated expression, and Draco didn't have any expression on his face. He was afraid that Draco had heard something.

They quickly separated and went to their own classrooms.

Since Vio had made up his mind not to take the history of magic class, he naturally walked in the direction of the common room. But halfway through she changed her mind - maybe it was a good chance to mend her relationship with Draco.

She can't always be so alienated from the person who saved her, which is not conducive to guiding him to the right path, and she can't repay him anything. In particular, she didn't like to be seen as an invisible person by Draco.

Draco's name, like her name, is one of the constellations in the sky, Draco. When Vio was still in the 21st century, a long time ago, when I watched "Harry Potter" and saw the definition of Draco's name, I directly thought of Dragon Babu, and since then I have been deeply impressed by Draco Malfoy.

It's just that she didn't expect that one day she would travel into their world.

She smiled and shook her head to stop herself from thinking more.

She quickened her pace and caught up with Draco around the corner on the third floor, a rare occurrence where he didn't have a single attendant by his side.

Although it was most likely because he was about to eavesdrop on Harry's conversation and shut himself away, Vio still silently said, "Thank you, Merlin."

Without the walls of Goyle and Crabbe, she greeted Draco almost with joy.

"Good morning Draco!"

"・・・・・・" Draco was blocked by her sudden jump out, and for a moment he frowned and took a few steps back. Silver-blue-gray eyes stared at Vio, full of incomprehension of her actions.

"Are you going to class?" Vio saw that he didn't speak, and some embarrassment rose in her heart, and she clumsily accosted, "But the weather is so good today, what a pity it would be if you didn't go out for a walk." And, I know a funny-"

Her words were interrupted impatiently by Draco, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"There's ・・・・・・, there's a dragon that's about to break its shell," Vio took a deep breath and became an informer. "Well, like you heard before. Do you want to see it? Today, in Hagrid's cabin. ”

Draco hesitated. Although his expression was still cold, he looked around. The class bell suddenly rang from all corners of the castle, and Filch's cat, Lady Loris, slipped silently past Vio's feet.

Draco immediately decided, "Let's go, get out of here first." ”