Chapter 59: The Dragon's Egg
Padma and Brandi said goodbye at the staircase on the fifth floor, she needed to go back to the Ravenclaw Tower, and they were heading to the library, even though it was almost time to eat.
This was mainly because they were in such a hurry that they didn't have anything to do with Harry and Ron, who had gone to be detectives, and they didn't see themselves going back, and the things on the table were there, probably not just leaving.
Sure enough, as soon as they entered the door, they found two people who were still writing the parchment scroll. At such a glance, it looks like two students with progressive ideas and good attitudes! But - how is this possible~
Brandi was struggling to hold back a smile as he saw Hermione striding over with a blushing face.
"Hey...... You two. β
The two people who were happily copying their homework suddenly heard the call from hell, and the two of them fought in unison, and suddenly they didn't dare to move. Hermione stood behind them, exuding an inexplicable terrifying aura on her body, in other words...... It's full of murderous energy.
"I don't think I've ever given you permission to rummage through my bag, huh?" Her gaze rested on Harry, who now felt like a sharp knife poking at his back. "Hermione. You must calm down! Listen to me - it's Ron! I swear it was all Ron's doing! I just couldn't resist taking a peek! β
"What!" Ron was stunned by Harry's brazen statement, and he turned his head in panic, his tone shaking up an octave, like a shrew about to start scolding the street. "I didn't expect you to be such a Harry! Obviously, you said that there must be something wrong with Hermione and the others going out in such a hurry anyway, and they won't be able to come back for a while, so it's better to quietly make a move together, I didn't expect you to leave the responsibility so clear! Doesn't your conscience hurt? β
"It's not because you finished copying the herbal medicine class paper, you said that it was still early, and you had to look at the Transfiguration homework to delay it for so long and be knocked into it! Can't you take this responsibility well? β
"Who told you to copy it too slowly! I'm really idle and have nothing to do before I'm going to go to the answer to the Transfiguration Well, really, it's grinding and chirping to copy a homework, and you're still using four eyes! β
The two of them got together angrily and started an emotional drama of falling in love and killing each other and exposing each other's black history. Until Mrs. Pince, who had heard the noise, struck twice with a feather duster.
Seeing this, Hermione turned her head expressionlessly and looked at Brandy, who was smiling strangely. "Interview, what kind of mood do you have in living with these two guys......"
Brandi: "......"
Five minutes laterβ
"All in all......" Ron and Harry sat in their chairs with their heads down, each with a knocked-out red mark on their foreheads. There's a good chance that Hagrid is doing something terrible, look at this! β
He muttered something to himself, presumably speaking ill of Mrs. Pince, and Ron stood up and pushed the stack of books over to the side. Brandi looked at it curiously: "From Hatching to Nirvana", "A Guide to Raising Dragons", "Types of Great Britain and Ireland Dragons", "Postpartum Care of Female Dragons", ...... Kindness? "Legend of the Dragon Knight"? This one too? β
Ron was suddenly shocked when he heard this, and quickly pulled out the book and stuffed it into his bag. "No, no...... This is a novel, and I read and play with it. β
"And Hagrid always wanted a dragon, and he said that to me the first time I met him." Harry was on the side to help.
"But it's against the law, and it's forbidden for individuals to keep dragons for themselves at wizarding conventions more than 200 years ago, because it's not safe β you'll find it hard to convince a dragon to stay in the nest and stay still. You should really look at the scars on Charlie's body, which were left to him by the wild dragons of Romania. β
"I know this!" Parvati finally noticed something she had something to say, and she interjected urgently. "My mother is of Indian descent, and Bengal bee stings live in my mother's hometown, and when I was a child, I watched wizards hunt and kill them, and they all had to be together with twenty or thirty people, and they had to dance a dance to make it unable to fly, and then they could subdue it with a stun spell together!"
οΌοΌοΌ Ron was confused, "That's probably a custom unique to India, as long as everyone gathers here, traps the dragon with big magic, and then uses a stun spell." Hi! You've led me astray! β
He slapped the table and leaned forward to look down at everyone, with a eager smile on his face. "Don't you want to see what Hagrid wants to do?"
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An hour later, they knocked on the door of the hut next to the Forbidden Forest. It's strange that it's not yet time to eat, but from the outside, there is curling smoke from the chimney.
"Is Hagrid cooking?" Parvati curious about Lala Brandi's sleeve. "But I can see him at dinner parties every day?"
"Maybe it's two meals...... I do that sometimes," Brandi smacked his lips, a little ill-intentioned on his face. "Or would you grow that tall?" His eyes roamed over Parvati's little head triumphantly, as if to remind Parvati of the terrible fact that she was half a head shorter than herself.
"Shh Parvati tiptoed, and realized that he was not as tall as Brandy, so he snorted sullenly, puffing out his little face and not going to look at him again.
"Oh~ it's Harry, you guys come in." Hagrid opened the door.
It's suffocating heat inside the hut...... It was already sunny in the spring, and the house was still burning with a raging fire, and Brandi was sweating profusely almost as soon as he entered the house. Five people came in at once, and the hut was obviously getting a little crowded, and Hagrid simply sat them all down on his bed, bringing them tea and sandwiches. Parvati seems to be very interested in the dress up of the hut and keeps looking around.
"Okay~ You said you have something to ask me?"
"Yes! We'd love to figure it out...... In addition to a Lu Wei, what other mechanism does it have to protect the Philosopher's Stone? What we know is that what Lowe is guarding is just an entrance. β
Hagrid frowned. "Obviously, I can't say that to you. There's a reason why this thing was put in the care of Hogwarts, and you've probably figured it out, it was almost stolen from Gringotts. Everything that guards it is top secret. β
"Oh ~ Hagrid!" Hermione suddenly spoke in a tone of sweet, greasy flattery, and as soon as the voice came out, Brandi shivered viciously, and he got goosebumps, and the temperature suddenly became pleasant.
At this time, he suddenly felt his waist wailing, and Hermione obviously noticed Brandi's movement just now, and her little hand quietly reached over and pinched Brandi's soft flesh through her robe - and.
"Hiss~"
I was wrong, I was wrong! I really don't dare!
Brandi seemed to desperately hand Hermione the autumn spinach, but Hermione remained unmoved, her hands continued to destroy Brandi's old waist mercilessly, but her face was still smiling like a flower. "You must know that~ You're Dumbledore's most trusted person! Actually, we're just curious about who helped design the mechanism, and who else Dumbledore would trust to help him but you. β
What a high-quality sycophant, Brandi could almost imagine Hagrid's mouth under his beard.
"Okay~Okay~ It's okay to talk to you guys - let me think, my Luwei - and find a few other teachers...... Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sinistaβ" he counted on his fingers, "Professor Quirrellβand Dumbledore himself, yes, Professor Snape. β
"What?!" They snorted in unison, and Ron squirted the tea out of his mouth, fussing out. "Snape?"
"yesβyou'll have to be polite once in a while, call the professor, Ron. Do you still doubt him? Come on, Dumbledore trusted him, he wouldn't steal the Philosopher's Stone. β
Oops...... Brandi and Hermione looked at each other in horror, and Hermione forgot to pinch him anymore, her hand just stiffening on Brandy's waist. Now that Snape was involved in conservation, and had been at Hogwarts for so many years, and had been a newcomer to Dumbledore, it must have been easy for him to figure out the tricks of the other teachers, except for Hagrid's Lowe and the newcomer Quirrell. And Quirrell is ...... now
"Then you're the only one who knows how to get through Lowe, right?" Harry asked eagerly. "You're not going to tell anyone else, even a school teacher, are you?"
Hagrid puffed up his chest and responded proudly. "Of course, except for me and Dumbledore~"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Brandi could faintly hear Harry talking to himself. "That's good, that's good......"
At this time, Parvati's voice came from the other side of the fireplace, and Brandi only paid attention to Hermione's troublesome hand, but he didn't notice it, and at some point, Parvati had slipped from Brandy's side to the other side of the cabin without noticing. "Hagrid, are you baking eggs? I felt like it was about to burn. β
"What?"
They looked over, and in the middle of the raging flames, inside the kettle, lay a large roasted black egg. They immediately understood the good thing that Hagrid had mentioned today. Ron let out an exclamation as he walked over to Parvati and examined the egg carefully. "Where did you get that, Hagrid? That's a lot of money! β
"Win," Hagrid stroked his beard, "I was drinking at the entrance of the village last night, and I played cards with a stranger, and he was so good that he lost all his money in less than an hour, and then he was so anxious that he used this dragon egg as collateral for me." β
"Wait a minute, Hagrid!" Hermione looked at him in a panic, "You probably didn't plan to raise a dragon in the hut!" Do you have this experience? β
"Oh, about this." He pulled out a large book from under his pillow. "Borrowed from the library, the content is quite complete. I'm just starting out β but it's not that hard, is it? I mentioned how to distinguish different eggs - I'm a Norwegian spinback dragon, it's very rare~"
He looked smug, but Hermione wasn't impressed.
"You know, you're a wooden house,......," she said, but Hagrid would not notice her, and he hummed a little song merrily as he stirred the fire to make it bigger.