Obviously, teachers want students to be top students, or assume that students are top students.

After that race, teaching began to enter the final sprint, they were given a lot of homework, and the Easter holidays were far less fun than they were at Christmas. With Hermione reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood next to her, or practicing the movements of a wand, it's hard to rest easily.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Ryan attracts Hermione's main firepower. He now looks tired because he has to absorb what he learned at the grocery store in addition to what he has learned in class.

For example, every day he sat in front of the fireplace in the lounge, he used the excuse of the mysterious inheritance from the East to touch the pulse of his curious classmates. Fortunately, Ryan was only 11 years old, so he was spared the pervert who was taken as an opportunity to eat tofu.

On top of that, Ryan was still trying to keep up with Hermione. This was good news for Harry and Ron, because with Ryan taking the initiative, Hermione didn't have time to pay too much attention to them.

But the teachers gave so much homework that they had to spend most of their free time in the library, sighing, yawning, and trying to complete the heavy work.

"I'll never remember that. One afternoon, Ron finally couldn't take it anymore, he threw his quill and stared out the window at the blue sky the same color as forget-me-not colors, it was a very good weather, but their homework made them squat in the library.

Harry was immersed in searching for "white freshness" in A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, when suddenly he heard Ron say, "Hagrid, what are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid stomped over and hid something behind him. He wears a moleskin coat and looks very out of place.

"Just look at it," Hagrid said, his voice dodgy, and at once intrigued. "What are you doing here?" he suddenly became suspicious. "Still looking for Nicol Lemay, aren't you?"

"Oh, we figured out who he was hundreds of years ago," Ron said triumphantly, "and we know what that dog was guarding for, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Shhhh They'll think I'm telling you—"

"I'll see you later, then. Harry said.

Hagrid tapped away.

Ryan was disturbed by the commotion at this time, and he looked up at Hagrid with some suspicion.

Because he didn't have the impression that Hagrid was a person who liked to read, especially since the library was basically insulated from Hagrid. Plus there was something about to happen in his memory, so he decided to check what Hagrid was reading.

After a few minutes, Ryan threw a large pile of books on the table, startling Hermione, who was immersed in writing.

"What are you doing?" asked Hermione, a little angry, and Harry and Ron looked at Ryan puzzled.

"Dragon!" Ryan whispered, "Hagrid is looking up information about dragons! Check out these: "Types of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland," "From Hatching to Nirvana," and "A Guide to Raising Dragons." I don't know why he's looking at this, did he really get a dragon?"

"It can't be. Ron said, "The Wizards' Congress of 17O9 officially passed a bill banning dragon breeding, and that's what everybody knows. If we have dragons in our back garden, it's hard not to get Muggles to notice us - and it's dangerous that you can tame them. You should really look at the burns on Charlie's body, which were left to him by the Romanian dragon. Not to mention that live dragons and dragon eggs are strictly regulated products, and even if they are available on the black market, they are not something Hagrid, a forest ranger, can afford. ”

"Hagrid always wanted a dragon, and the first time I met him, he told me that maybe he could get one. Harry said.

"And what exactly does Hagrid want to do?" Hermione, confused by the boys' discussions, asked.

"I think it's better to ask, it's useless for us to guess here. Ryan concluded.

An hour later, they knocked on the door of the hunting ground guard's hut. They were surprised to find that all the curtains were drawn tightly. Ryan felt that this was a bit of a cover-up, after all, with the height of the windows and the blurring of the glass in Hagrid's house, as long as the windows were closed, people could not see anything, and closing the curtains would arouse suspicion.

Hagrid let them in, "Who?" before letting them in, then quickly turned around and closed the door.

It was suffocatingly hot in the cabin. Despite the fact that it was such a warm sunny day, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Hagrid poured them tea and brought them a ferret's sandwich, which they politely declined.

After that, Harry began to figure out how to adapt Hagrid's words, trying to figure out what the Guardian Philosopher's Stone was all about.

With Hermione's slightly childish hype, Hagrid told everyone that each professor had a mechanism in it. It's just that in Ryan's opinion, these things were deliberately revealed by Hagrid. Although he is a big man, he gives people a sense of honesty. But he's in his 60s anyway. With Hagrid's life experience, it is absolutely impossible for a first-year student to make a statement lightly.

Sure enough, this should be Dumbledore's savior cultivation plan. It's just that in the original world, Dumbledore probably thought that Quirrell just wanted to steal it himself or was instructed to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't expect Voldemort to stick it on the back of Quirrell's head. Otherwise, with Dumbledore's character, he would not have risked Harry Potter facing the boss directly after Harry Potter was met by Voldemort.

When Harry's questioning of Hagrid was over, Ryan pretended to be curious, pointing to a big black egg lying under the kettle in the center of the fire, and asked Hagrid, "What is this?

Hagrid looked a little uneasy, and he said in a flash, "That's—oh....."

"This is a Class A restricted tradable item as defined by the Ministry of Magic. Ron crouched by the fire, scrutinizing the big egg more closely.

"And it's something that's going to turn into an S-class item right away. Ryan looked at it carefully and continued.

"What?" Harry was a little confused, not knowing what kind of dumb riddle Ron and Ryan were playing.

Ryan saw the confusion on Hermione and Harry's faces and explained:

"In the Ministry of Magic's classification of dangerous goods, dragon eggs are Class A controlled items, while living fire dragons are Class S. ”

"How so?" exclaimed Harry. "Every student has a pair of dragon skin gloves, and an ounce of dragon liver costs only one Galleon, how can such a common thing be so strictly controlled?"

"Quite simply, the vast majority of dragon products on the market are made of dragon blood wurms. After that, Ron turned his head to look at Hagrid.

"It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Won. "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Honestly, the man was probably desperate to get rid of it. ”

Looking at the way Hagrid's eyebrows fluttered, Ryan felt that this was another new trouble.