Curious, McGoth picked up the crust cake, having heard of this legendary dark dish that knocked out teeth. It looked like a rough little cake with raisins on the surface. He watched Harry and Ron grinish as they grinded their teeth into pain. He also tried to put this hard thing in his mouth and bit it. I have to come to a conclusion, and I really can't bite it.

Quietly put down the rock skin cake and picked up the big cup in his hand and took a sip of tea, it was very astringent, not to mention that it was not as good as the feeling of drinking a sip of power for a year in the novel, or that there was no fart feeling except for the unpleasant taste, no wonder Hagrid thought Dumbledore was wrong, and McGoth also thought that Dumbledore was too old to be dizzy, but in the name of the first white wizard, he still asked Hagrid for some to go back and try it himself.

Then they watched Harry and tell Hagrid about their time at school, and when Hagrid heard that Harry had joined the house team in the first year, he was even more excited than Harry. Harry listened to the incessant talk about how his father was back then, and Harry was fascinated. Ron also listened to it with relish, and was worthy of being a die-hard Quidditch fan. As he listened to their conversation, McGoth felt like he wanted to doze off.

He stared at the burning brazier in a daze, thinking that someone was about to sell him a dragon egg, and he was really curious if the dragons in the West were like in the movie, and he must have a good understanding when the time comes.

"By the way, Hagrid, you haven't told me about the Gringotts invasion last time, is that the vault they invaded the same one you took me there in the morning? And you haven't said what's in that dirty little bag you took inside? Harry's words woke up a stunned Magos. He looked at Hagrid with interest, awkwardly changing the subject.

Hagrid looked around unnaturally, whispering that it wasn't for him to ask, and led them out of the cabin. He said that he would show them his pets, and led the three of them to the periphery of the Forbidden Forest.

"Be careful of your step, there are a lot of thorns here, they don't have a good temper, and it's not easy to solve when you touch them."

"Hagrid, what is a thorn?" Ron asked cautiously as he watched for anything that might appear under his feet.

"Oh, I forgot you guys haven't had a Magical Beasts Protection class yet. Thorns look like hedgehogs, they are very suspicious, and if you feed them milk, they will think it's poison, and they will think that if you want to poison it, they will become very cruel. ”

"If I had milk, I don't think I would feed it to a hedgehog."

"Uh, Hagrid, what happens if you accidentally step on them." McGoth looked at the thorny man the same color as the dead leaves at his feet, staring at him fiercely with eyes smaller than mung beans. Hagrid, they all looked back at his feet.

"Don't worry, Magos, try to be as friendly as you can. You know, it's better to step on it than to feed it milk. ”

"But I don't think it's very kind to me." As soon as he finished speaking, the thorn under his feet suddenly jumped into the air with an agility that did not match his size, and then shrunk into a thorn ball like a hedgehog and slammed into his face, which he instinctively blocked with his hand.

It was a terrible feeling to be pricked by a thorn, and Hagrid said that the thorns on his body had magical powers, so being pricked by him was more than just a physical sting. McGoth now understands this very well, and the few points on his hand that are stabbed like being pricked by a needle are not too big, but the magic in his body has also been stabbed, and that feeling is really chilling and flying, he finally understands what it feels like to puncture the internal force that often appears in martial arts novels, of course he is not that serious. The feeling of being stabbed in the magic is like someone pinching the base of your thigh and then twisting it again, and the feeling of being upside down can only be understood.

Hagrid looked at his uncomfortable and somewhat distorted face and said that the reason why it hurts so much is because they are still too young, and their magic power is too weak, if they are now at the level of magic in the fourth or fifth grade, they won't feel so much, although it will still hurt at that time, it will definitely not be as exaggerated as he is now, and if it is an adult wizard, he will not even feel pain.

Harry and Ron looked at the usually breezy McGoth with horror on their faces, and they were so pained that they subconsciously stayed away from the thorn who had fallen to the ground.

"Hagrid, is it just a pain to be stabbed by them?" After a moment's pause, McGoth felt something was wrong.

"yes, it's tingling." Hagrid's affirmative tone really frightened McGoss, and he felt a little sour in addition to the pain just now, although it was very slight, but he assured that it was definitely there. He didn't give up and asked if there would be anything else similar to sour and numbness. Hagrid shook his head with a serious face, expressing his displeasure with his suspicions, and now McGoth was a little desperate, Nima himself would not be a shaker. Thinking of this, he subconsciously trembled.

Hagrid thought that he had not fully recovered, patted him on the shoulder and said that it was good to rest, although it hurt very much, but there would be no sequelae, its thorns only had some magic in it, and it would be a little irritating to the little wizard, but there was no toxin. McGoth could only nod with a wry smile, and then he looked at the little thing not far away with the same fierce eyes, the little thing was not to be outdone, and also glared at him with its small eyes, it seemed that it was even angrier than him, and it couldn't get rid of the anger of stepping on it even if it stabbed him.

McGoth asks Hagrid's permission to study the thorns on the Thorn's body, and uses a levitation charm to take the grumpy Thorn away.

"Magos, what are you doing with it?" Harry asked, looking at the thorn floating a meter away from them, a little frightened.

"Hehe, it's just research, don't you think its thorns are interesting?" Magos's laughter caused Harry and the others to shrink their necks, how could they feel that he had some bad thoughts.

"Alright, we're here." Hagrid led them to a clearing, and from the countless tree stumps on the ground, it was clear that it was specially cut down by Hagrid.

"What is that, that, that." Ron suddenly pointed not far away in a trembling tone, and Harry and McGoth looked at his hand, and their hearts were also trembling, only to see a spider the size of a calf crawling not far away.

"Oh, that's Aragog's child, an eight-eyed spider." Hagrid whispered and told them to keep it a secret, and told them that the eggs were designated as Class A prohibited items for the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control.

"How can you keep this dark creature, Hagrid, still at Hogwarts." Harry looked at Hagrid in disbelief.

Hagrid was a little annoyed by his attitude, "They're just my kids, they don't hurt, trust me, they definitely don't hurt anyone in the school." ”

Harry looked at Hagrid speechless, and Magos interjected that they should not be seen by the students. Hagrid patted his chest proudly and said no, Aragog listened to him, and his children listened to Aragog, so his children would listen to him.

"Hagrid, you're talking about Aragog as an eight-eyed spider too?" Ron asked fearfully.

"Yes, many years ago, when it was still an egg, a traveler gave it to me when he saw that I liked these animals, and I was its best friend." Hagrid smiled like a flower, and Harry and Ron could only echo him with a smile.

"What, Hagrid, it's not too early, I think we'd better go first, and come to see your other pets next time." Ron's eyes never took off the big spider, lest it pounce.

"It's a shame that we've just arrived, and I'd like to introduce you to a few more friends." Hagrid gave them a pitiful look, but left with them without refuting.

On the way back, McGoth suddenly remembered that Hagrid was also a magizoologist, so why didn't he show him the ball he had gotten earlier. Maybe he'll know him. As soon as he thought of it, he stopped Hagrid at the front and took out the ball from the bag in his arms.

"Where did you get that?" Hagrid was excited as soon as he saw the ball, and took it in his hand to take a closer look. Harry and Ron looked at each other curiously, but quickly lost interest. What's so nice about a ball.

"Hagrid, is this an egg?" McGoss's tone was a little nervous.

"Eggs?" Harry and the others were interested again.

"Needless to say, it's a magical beast's egg, but ......" Hagrid looked at the egg in his hand puzzled.

"But nothing." Ron asked hurriedly.

"But it seems like a lifeless dead egg. Where did this come from? ”

"Don't you have any vitality at all?" He asked a little unwillingly.

"This egg is very strange, I can't put it into words, I don't feel a sign of life in it, but it makes me feel like it's alive." Hagrid looked at it in bewilderment.

"And do you know what kind of magical beast this is?" Harry asked curiously.

"Seriously, I can't really see that I've seen so many eggs, and I've never seen one as peculiar as this." With that, he returned the egg to McGoss.

"Can it hatch then?" He looked at him wistfully.

Hagrid was a little overwhelmed by his gaze, "Well, I can't say, but I don't think you should get your hopes up." He suddenly felt that Magos and he were like-minded, and that they had the same love and concern for Fantastic Beasts.

Somewhat disappointed, McGoth put the egg back in the bag. Silently followed them back to the cabin, where Harry and Ron were still speculating about what kind of magical beast his egg was. They drank some more tea in Hagrid's house and left with a few rock loaves that Hagrid had insisted they were carrying.

As Magos was about to walk out of the cabin, Hagrid said in a mysterious voice, "Maybe the Philosopher's Stone will work for it." After saying that, he patted his mouth in annoyance and quickly closed the door. McGoth stood in front of the door, his mind echoing Hagrid's words over and over again.

"McGoth, what are you doing standing there, let's go." Harry looked back and saw that he didn't move.

"Here we are." He ran up to them and talked to them for a few words, then told them to keep the egg a secret, especially not to tell Hermione, and although they were puzzled, they nodded yes.

Under the bright sun, the three figures slowly walked towards the distant castle. Oh, no, there was a thorn in the back who was floating after them at a height very close to the ground, and when he looked closely, he was glaring at the three humans in front of him......