Now, the few of them found out that there might be something new to worry about: what would happen to Hagrid if someone found out that he was illegally raising dragons in his cabin?

Thinking of the poor, helpless, but well-eaten Hagrid huddled in Azkaban, the group decided to persuade Hagrid in a few days.

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

Rolf also received a message from Harry at the first time, and they agreed to meet at Hogwarts Castle after class in the evening, and prepared to persuade Hagrid again.

Of course, the few of them were trying to persuade Hagrid, and Rolf was trying to fool Hagrid, but the essence was still different.

At noon, Rolf was getting ready for a delicious lunch, and after a hungry morning, he was finally able to eat something hot.

Rolf felt that today's roast chicken was particularly attractive, the skin was charred and shiny, and it was sprinkled with white sesame seeds to garnish.

Rolf picked up a chicken thigh, and the golden sauce dripped down the crispy skin of the thigh, and began to smell into the air.

He felt his taste buds tickled with the scent, and he couldn't help but take a sip of the dripping oil first.

Before I took a bite of it, just by the contact between my lips and the chicken thigh, I could feel that the chicken thigh was still tender under the crispy skin.

And the sauce is not as greasy as expected, and with the deliciousness of the gravy and the spicy taste from the skin, it gives people a very rich taste experience.

Rolf was reluctant to suck the juice from the chicken thigh in one go, but only took a bite and took a bite of the chicken thigh.

Compared to the juice that is absorbed in the mouth, chicken thigh meat is undoubtedly more satisfying to people's taste buds.

At the moment when the teeth are bitten, the crispy "click" sound stimulates the salivary glands. The chicken thighs inside are really tender, and you can easily bite into them in one bite.

There is still a lot of juice locked in the meat, which keeps bursting out in the mouth as you chew.

This juice is a little different from the one he sucked before, its meat flavor is stronger, and it is undoubtedly a beautiful treat for meat eaters!

And the spicy stuff that follows stimulates the tongue and saliva, and the hot feeling is like a hot beach.

While Rolf was enjoying the taste of the roast chicken, Ron ran over and said they were going to check it out now, and asked him if he wanted to go together.

Rolf was so defeated by their curiosity that he quickly grabbed another chicken leg and hurriedly got up.

Then he summoned Malfoy, who was still on the Slytherin table, trying to look this way, and hurried with them to Hagrid's hut to have a look.

After all, being able to witness the birth of a dragon is an opportunity that I don't want to miss if I want to come to Malfoy.

The sun was high in the sky, shining on the entire castle, and they hurried across the field, towards the edge of the forbidden forest.

In the distance, they saw a tall figure waiting there, and it was Hagrid who had come to meet them.

Seeing that his face was red and very excited, I didn't know that I thought his wife was giving birth.

"It's coming out soon, you're here just in time!" Hagrid said excitedly to the others, letting them into the hut.

I saw the dragon egg lying on Hagrid's huge table, and there was a deep crack in the original black eggshell.

It seemed that something inside was constantly moving, and there was a playful clicking sound.

Several of them moved their chairs closer to the table, hoping to see more clearly, holding their breath and watching closely, after all, not everyone could see the complete birth process of a dragon.

Suddenly, with a piercing scraping sound, the entire eggshell cracked in the middle.

A small dragon waddled and fluttered on the table, it wasn't really pretty, and if it weren't for the pair of wings, Rolf would have thought it was a lizard.

It looked like a crumpled black umbrella, and its prickly wings were large compared to its thin, gray fluttering body.

It also has a long, large nose with white nostrils, two horn bumps on its head, and orange-red eyes that protrude outward.

It may have been because it had just left the warm flames and couldn't help but sneeze a few sparks from its nose.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid muttered as if looking at his lover.

He stretched out a hand and touched the dragon's head, but the dragon was unappreciative and bit his fingers, revealing his long fangs.

"Oh my God, look, it knows its mother!" Hagrid shouted excitedly.

Apparently, Hagrid misunderstood what the dragon meant, and it was clear that it didn't want anyone to touch him.

"Hagrid," Hermione said, "I think you know very well how quickly the Norwegian Ridgeback grows to the bottom. ”

"It's not suitable for school life, and if you live in a wooden house and it's next to the Forbidden Forest, I think one careless person can burn down the whole plateau. Rolf was alarmist.

"Just let it go," Harry advised, "let it go, or you'll be caught in Azkaban if you are discovered." ”

"I can't," Hagrid said sadly, "it's too small, and I'd probably die without my mother." ”

"I decided to call it Noble," Hagrid said, looking at the dragon with tearful eyes, "and it really knows me now, you see." Where's Mommy?"

"Hagrid," Harry raised his voice, "in a few weeks, Noble will be as big as your house, and your cabin will obviously not fit the two of you." ”

Hagrid bit her lip. "I ...... I know I can't keep it forever, but I can't just throw it away, I can't. Hagrid really said affectionately like an old mother.

"I think I can take this dragon in," Rolf said again.

In fact, he couldn't help but open his mouth a few times before, but he knew that if he proposed to adopt this dragon from the beginning, then Hagrid would most likely or definitely refuse, and even be suspicious of him.

"Our family's farm has a dragon breeding license, you can keep Noble on my family's farm, and if you want him, you can also go and see it. Rolf said slowly in the eyes of everyone.

Rolf's last words were like another window for Hagrid that God had opened for him after closing the door.

"Really? Great, Rolf. I believe that Mr. Scamander will be able to take care of him. Hagrid swept away the sad expression on his face and said with a happy face.

Rolf would deliberately run back to the Hufflepuff common room, take out the chest that was used to disguise the farm system, and finally take Noble into the farm under Hagrid's reluctant gaze.

As for what I said before, Hagrid can go to see him at any time? Hagrid is about to become a professor in the Magical Beasts Protection class, so how can he have time?

Therefore, Rolf is not worried that his grandparents will find out about raising a dragon.

Very good, when Noble grows longer, it is estimated that he will be able to provide himself with dragon blood,