It's been a few weeks since the events of Nicolamay, and Harry and Ron are still clinging to Professor Snape stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

When they followed Professor Snape, they also found that Professor Snape was threatening Professor Quirrell, and the two stupid children also silently supported Professor Quirrell, and sometimes made a cheering gesture when they saw Professor Quirrell, which made Zhang Feng embarrassed and almost guilty.

Professor Quirrell's face became paler and paler, and seeing this face, Zhang Feng felt that he had not much life force left. No wonder he was touched and killed by Harry in the final battle in front of the Mirror of Eris, Harry's touch may have been just a trigger, and the forced detachment of Voldemort's soul should have been the main reason for his death.

As Professor Quirrell's face changed, the final exams would come up day by day.

Whether it is a student who usually studies seriously or makes soy sauce in class, this time is worth cherishing. As a result, there were more and more students in the library, and even Zhang Feng and the three of them even saw Harry and Ron in the library every day.

"I'll never remember that. One afternoon, Ron finally got tired of it and threw the quill. I stared out the window of the library. For the first time in months, they had such good weather. The sky was clear and blue, the color of forget-me-nots, and there was a sense of summer in the air.

Harry was immersed in searching for "white freshness" in A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms, 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. "Are you here?" He suddenly became suspicious. "Still looking for Nicolamet, huh?" 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—" ——!"Shh Hagrid quickly looked around to see if anyone heard, "Don't shout, what the hell are you trying to do?" Truth be told, we've got a couple of things to ask you," Harry said, "about the mechanism that guards the Philosopher's Stone, other than Love—"

"Shhh They'll think I'm telling you—"

"I'll see you later, then. Harry said. Hagrid tapped away. "What is he hiding behind his back?" Ron said thoughtfully. "Do you think it has something to do with the Philosopher's Stone? I'll go see what book he just had in me. "He's been impatient with reading. A minute later, he returned, with a large pile of books in his arms, and threw them heavily on the table. "Dragon!" He whispered, "Hagrid is looking for information about dragons! Look at these: "Types of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland," "From Hatching Eggs to Nirvana," and "A Guide to Raising Dragons." ”

"Hagrid had always wanted a dragon, and he said that to me the first time I met him. Harry said.

"But it's against the law," Ron said, "and the Wizards' Congress of 17O9 officially passed a bill banning dragon breeding, and everyone knows it." 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. ”

"But are there no wild dragons in Britain?" Harry said.

"Of course there is," said Ron, "there are common Welsh green dragons and Hebledin black dragons. I can tell you that one of the Ministry's jobs is to conceal the existence of these dragons. Our wizards had to constantly chant spells to Muggles who saw the dragon, so that they forgot about it. ”

"So what exactly does Hagrid want to do?" Harry said.

"I thought, let's go check it out. Zhang Feng appeared beside Harry and Ron at this time, his face a little grim. "I wonder why a guy who has always wanted to raise dragons would suddenly want to read a book about dragon farming, unless he gets a dragon, or a dragon egg. But how did he get this dragon or egg?"

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. 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 still a roaring fire in the fireplace. Hagrid brought them tea and a ferret sandwich, which they politely declined.

"Hagrid, can we open a window? "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, whirling 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. "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. "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 very proud.

"Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house. Also, raising dragons seems to be illegal in the wizarding world, and you'll be caught in Azkaban. Zhang Feng couldn't help but hit Hagrid.

But Hagrid was so caught up in the madness of raising the dragon that he couldn't help himself, and of course he couldn't listen to these words, so Zhang Feng and Harry had to leave for a while.