Hermione started her final revision ten weeks before the exam, and the teachers seemed to think the same way as the girls. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sheer pile of homework that was assigned made the Easter holidays far less fun than they were at Christmas.

With Hermione reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood next to her, or practicing wand movements, it's hard to take a break.

Roger spent most of his free time in the library with her, and in the spirit of professionalism that he would die on his back, Harry was forced to come with him and sigh and sigh, desperately completing his heavy homework.

However, for Roger, who has already carried the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation, most of the time is spent staring out the window of the library with his cheeks on his cheeks.

Today is the first time in several months that such weather has been encountered, the sky is clear and clear, blue like forget-me-not petals, and the air has a smell of summer coming.

But when a big guy who is three meters tall and three meters wide (by mistake) walks through his sight, it's hard not to be distracted.

"Hi, Hagrid. What are you doing in the library?" asked Roger, looking up lazily.

Hagrid, in his moleskin coat, was untimely, and he pulled down, hiding something behind him in a bit of a panic.

"Find a few books and read them. Hagrid's voice was also a little evasive, which immediately aroused Roger's interest.

"What books, if they look good, introduce me two." The boy jumped off the stool and walked over to Hagrid.

"Oh... Belch... That one...... I suddenly remembered that it was time to get rid of the cabbage in the field, and I would see you again in time. Hagrid took two steps back in a panic, picked an excuse and left.

Even Hermione and Harry felt something was wrong.

"What did he hide behind his back?" said the girl thoughtfully.

"Could it have something to do with the Philosopher's Stone? Forget it, I'll go and see what book he was looking for. Harry had been impatient with reading, and a minute later he retrieved a few books and threw them on the table.

"It's a dragon. Harry lowered his voice, "He's looking for information about dragons! Look at these books, "Types of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland", "From Hatching Eggs to Nirvana", and "A Guide to Raising Dragons." Hagrid told me he always wanted a dragon. ”

"Hmm... Actually, I really want a dragon ......," Roger thought of something, and his saliva immediately began to flood.

"It's normal to read books on this subject because of your hobby. Hermione glared at them, "But you, if you don't memorize the 1637 werewolf code of conduct, don't even think about leaving your chair this afternoon." ”

As much as he had said, when Harry had finished his herbal homework an hour later, the three of them knocked on the door of the hunting ground guard's hut.

All the curtains were drawn tightly, and Hagrid made sure who was outside to let them in, then quickly turned back and closed the door.

Hagrid made them tea and brought them a ferret sandwich, which Roger unceremoniously accepted.

The heat in the cottage was suffocating, even though it was a warm sunny day with a roaring fire burning in the fireplace.

"Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm so hot. Harry said as he fanned his face with his hand.

"Uh... No way. Hagrid said.

Roger noticed him glancing towards the fireplace, and he turned his head to look at the fire.

In the middle of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.

"Good guy~ such a big egg. Are you going to leave me here for dinner?" Roger crouched down to the fire and looked at the big egg more closely: "It's a pity it's a dragon egg......

The boy's voice sounded rather regretful: "It is said that the dragon egg is frightened, and it is usually the female dragon who lays the egg first, and then the male dragon will lie on the egg and make some indescribable movements, and then spray the life essence on the eggshell...... After being frightened, it is to breathe and grill to provide enough temperature for the egg yolk...... It's not good to cook......"

"You can tell it's hatching it," Hermione interrupted Roger's gibberish before turning to Hagrid, "What are you going to do if it hatches, Hagrid?"

"At first, I only needed to feed it a barrel of brandy and chicken blood every half hour, but I've read a lot of books on this," Hagrid nodded his head proudly, "and by the difference in eggshells, you can tell that this is a Norwegian spinyback, which is very rare." ”

"Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house. Harry reminded him.

But Hagrid didn't listen at all, and he played with the fire while humming a little tune merrily.

But suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the kettle, and Hagrid jerked to his feet, his head hitting the bacon hanging from the roof.

He took out a pair of huge thick gloves and put them on, and carefully picked up the dragon eggs from the fire and placed them on the table, the gloves were so hot that they smoked white.

"It's coming out soon. "He was red-faced and very excited.

The egg was lying on the table, and something was moving in it, making a playful clicking sound.

A deep crack opened in the eggshell.

"It's coming out...... Roger swallowed his saliva uncontrollably: "Is it better to make a mainstream dragon row, or to make a Mexican-style roasted dragon leg? But the newborn dragon is definitely not large... It's hard to give up......"

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Hermione: "Listen to you for Mao, all my curiosity about dragons has turned into appetite!"

Hagrid had lowered his head and started looking around for his powerful crossbow.

Suddenly, with a piercing scraping sound, eggshells splattered in all directions.

The little dragon staggered and fluttered on the table like a crumpled black umbrella, its spiny wings were large compared to its black and thin body, and it also had a long, large nose, white nostrils, horn bumps on its head, and orange eyes bulging outward.

Roger pursed his lips in disgust: "It's too small...... It's not as good as a bigger fruit-eating bat......"

The little dragon staggered a few steps on the table and sneezed at Hagrid, a small ball of flame burning his thick beard.

Hagrid hurriedly slapped out the sparks on his beard: "Oh...... Look, it knows its mother!"

But Roger wasn't so quick to give up: "How fast can a Norwegian Ridgeback grow up......?"

Hagrid's arms wrapped around the little dragon in his arms: "You die of this heart, I ......"

Halfway through speaking, his face turned white, and he jumped up and ran to the window.

"What's going on?" asked Harry.

"There's a guy peeking through the curtain just now, and it's a boy...... I'm running to school. ”

"It's Malfoy. Roger squeezed over to take a look, and then sneered: "If you dare to hurt me, I won't be able to eat the whole dragon banquet......"