Harry, they rushed to Hagrid's cabin like wild dogs.

They knocked on the door of the hunting ground guard's hut. They were surprised to find that all the curtains were drawn tightly. Hagrid first shouted, "Who?" He let them in, and 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 brought them tea and a ferret sandwich, which they politely declined.

"So—do you have something to ask me?"

"Yes." Harry said. There is no need to beat around the bush. "We don't know if you can tell us what other mechanism is there to protect the Philosopher's Stone besides Lu Wei?"

Hagrid frowned at them.

"You shouldn't know this, I said it, you can't say it." He said, "Number one, I don't know. Second, you already know so much that I wouldn't tell you even if I did. That stone makes a lot of sense here. It was almost stolen from Gringotts - I guess you got that all figured out, right? I don't understand how you even know about Lou Wei. ”

"Oh, Hagrid, you probably don't want to tell us, you know that. What happens here, can escape your eyes? Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone.

Hagrid's beard twitched, and they could tell he was laughing. "Actually, we just want to know who designed those mechanisms." Hermione continued, "We want to know who else Dumbledore trusts to help him besides you. ”

Hearing this last sentence, Hagrid puffed up his chest. Harry and Ron smiled satisfactorily at Hermione.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to talk to you—let me think about it—he borrowed the Louwe from me—and asked the other teachers to cast a spell...... Professor Sprout—Professor Flitwick—Professor McGonagall—" he counted with his hands, "Professor Quirrell—of course, Dumbledore himself did his magic. Wait a minute, I've forgotten about one person. Oh, by the way, it's Professor Snape, and it seems like the North has also received an invitation from Dumbledore."

"Snape?"

"North?"

"yes—are you still suspicious of him, huh? Lo and behold, Snape had helped protect the Philosopher's Stone, and he wouldn't steal it. ”

"And what about the North? She said she wanted the Philosopher's Stone."

Hagrid frowned, "Since she told you that she wanted, what are you afraid of, if you wanted to rob her, you wouldn't have done it a long time ago, and besides, Dumbledore invited her, it shouldn't be like this"

I still know about Snaphagrid, Dumbledore's ironcore, like him, Snape knows a lot more things than him, one is intellectual and the other is physical, and they help each other occasionally, but they don't usually move around much.

Harry knew that Ron and Hermione were thinking the same way he was. Now that Snape was involved in protecting the Philosopher's Stone, it must have been easy for him to figure out what the other teachers had set up for him. He probably knew everything—except Quirrell's magic and how to get through Lowe.

"Northern, I think she's a threat"

Hermione glared at Ron, who was speaking, "The North has been invited by Dumbledore, and she has also made it clear that she wants to get the Philosopher's Stone, which is already very honest, why do you hate her so much"

Harry looked at his good brother, then at Hermione, and decisively chose to shut up, he really didn't say that Ron should have smoked him for the north.

"You're the only one who knows how to get through Loe, don't you, Hagrid?" Harry asked eagerly, "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Even the teacher doesn't tell you, does it?"

"No one wants to know but me and Dumbledore." Hagrid said proudly. "That's good, that's good." Harry muttered to the others.

"Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm hot to death. "No, Harry, I'm sorry." Hagrid said. Harry noticed him glancing towards the fireplace. Harry turned his head to look at the fire.

"Hagrid—what's that?"

Actually, he already knew. In the middle of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.

"Oh," said Haimo, twisting his beard uneasily, "that's—oh......" "Where did you get that, Hagrid?" Ron said, crouching down to the fire and taking a closer look at the big egg. "It must have cost you a lot of money!" Won. "Two days ago, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Honestly, the man was probably desperate to get rid of it. "But what are you going to do when it hatches?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, I've been reading." Hagrid said, pulling a tome from under his pillow, "Borrowed from the library—Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit—a little outdated, of course, but it's complete. Put the eggs in the fire because their mother exhales into them.

You see, it's written here, and when it hatches, feed it a barrel of brandy and chicken blood every half hour. Look at it again - how to tell the difference between eggs - I got a Norwegian spinyback. It's rare. ”

He looked smug, but Hermione wasn't impressed. "Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house." She said. But Hagrid didn't listen at all. He played with the fire and hummed a little tune happily.

It was the man who had no choice but to leave, and it was true that the North gave him a toy dragon, and it seemed that it could no longer satisfy Hagrid's desires.

One day at breakfast, Hedwig brought Harry another note from Hagrid. There are only four words written on it: It's almost out of the shell.

When he saw the news, Ron directly wanted to skip class, but in order to prevent the news from leaking, Hermione vetoed it, saying that Hermione's Ron finally survived the herbal medicine class with difficulty.

However, the three of them finally couldn't hold back their curiosity, and chose to go to Hagrid's cabin to take a look between classes, and in the middle of the class, the bell remembered that the three of them, Cheng hurried across the field, towards the edge of the forbidden forest.

Pushing open Hagrid's door, the North was inside.

The three of them had no choice but to greet the north, and then surrounded the dragon egg together, waiting for the movement, because the movement was so large that the north was almost squeezed off the stool.

"Ron, Harry, don't be so unproductive, like you've never seen a dragon in your life"

Ron and Harry blushed, "Well, I haven't seen that."

"Me too"

The north was helpless and white-eyed, these two goods are "really ashamed"

Perhaps sensing that the moment of life was approaching, Harry and the others had been steadying for less than a minute, and a playful clicking sound came from the dragon egg.

To be continued