"You say, what did he hide behind his back?" Looking at Hagrid's back in the distance, Hermione said thoughtfully, "Could it be related to the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

"I'm going to look at the book he was looking for." Ron found an excuse and ran away again, he didn't want to sit down and read anymore.

But a minute later, he returned, still holding a large pile of books in his arms, and threw them heavily on the table.

"Fire Dragon!" He whispered, "Look, Hagrid is looking for information about the dragon!" Check them out: "Fire Dragon Species in Britain and Ireland", "From Dragon Eggs to Hell", "Guide to Raising Fire Dragons". ”

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

"But it's against the law," Ron said, "and at the Wizards' Congress in 1709, a bill prohibiting the breeding of fire dragons was officially passed, and everyone knew about it." ”

"Of course, Ron," Clark nodded with Hermione, who also knew about the bill, "We know better than you know that the average wizard who keeps dragons will be sentenced to ten months in prison, and if the fire dragon he secretly raises is discovered by Muggles, or if it causes great impact and loss, then he will be thrown into Azkaban." ”

"Of course, if you happen to come across an injured wild dragon, kindly take it in and care for it, and then prepare to release it before the Ministry of Magic comes to the door, then there will be no problem at all."

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

"Of course there is," said Ron, "there are common Welsh green dragons and Hirshidire 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?" Hermione said.

Clark snapped and closed the alchemy note, "Who knows, I'll ask him later." ”

The four of them packed up their things and left the library, and an hour later, they knocked on the door of the hunting ground guard's cabin.

Unlike the last time they visited, Clark and the others were surprised to find that all the curtains in the cabin were drawn tightly.

Hagrid first shouted, "Who?" ”

After hearing Harry's response, he let them in, and then he hurried back and closed the door like a thief.

It was suffocatingly hot in the cabin, and despite such a warm sunny day, there was a raging fire burning in the fireplace. Hagrid made them a pot of tea and brought them a ferret sandwich, but the four politely declined.

"So...... Do you have something to ask me? ”

"Yes." Harry said that he didn't feel the need to beat around the bush, "We don't know if you can tell us what else is guarding the Philosopher's Stone besides Luffie?" ”

Hagrid frowned at them.

"Of course I can't say." He said.

"First, I don't know. Second, you already know so much that I wouldn't tell you even if I did. The stone made a lot of sense here, it was almost stolen from Gringotts...... I guess you guys got that all 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. Of all the things that happened in this school, what could have escaped your eyes? You know, you're Headmaster Dumbledore's most trusted person! Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone.

Hagrid's beard twitched, and they could see he was laughing, but this time he had learned the lesson from the previous time, and his mouth had become much tighter.

"Actually, we can roughly guess who else designed those traps," Hermione thought again, seeing that she couldn't do it, "right?" Clarke. ”

Clark pushed his glasses upward, and under Hagrid's nervous gaze, he said unhurriedly: "Of course, there are so many teachers in the whole school, except for Hagrid, as far as we know, there are also two teachers, Snape and Quirrell. Since Faculty Snape was involved, I think the deans of the other three houses, Professor McGonagall...... Professor Flitwick...... Professor Sprout, the three of them must have been involved. Right? ”

This last "right" was addressed to Hagrid, and under his attack, the honest half-giant could no longer parry.

"Okay, okay, I surrender, you're awesome. Actually, it doesn't hurt to talk to you, you guessed it right, these professors are indeed involved, so you should know that this is not something you can participate in. ”

Hagrid spoke earnestly and persuasively, but looking at his honest smile, Harry was speechless.

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.

"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, does he? ”

"No one wants to know but me and Dumbledore." Hagrid said proudly.

"That's good, that's good." Harry muttered to the others, only to find that Clarke, who had been sitting next to him, was gone.

"Hagrid, is this blanket yours?" Clark's voice came from behind Hagrid,

Harry looked up and saw Clark standing on the edge of Hagrid's large bed, looking down at a crumpled blanket that looked more carefully than he had boiled potions in Potions class.

Clarke, who was familiar with the plot of the original book, had no interest in their conversation, so he took the opportunity to wander around Hagrid's hut to see what the legendary dragon egg looked like.

"yes, what's wrong?" Hagrid turned his head to look.

"If I'm not mistaken, Hagrid, this is the one, right?" Clark picked up the blanket with both hands, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

When Harry and the others saw Clark like this, they all came up curiously. I saw that the blanket in Clark's hand was ordinary, just a blanket spliced together with various rags.

"Is this the rare one?" Hermione seemed to recognize it, too, and her voice trembled a little.

Only Harry and Ron looked at Clarke, not knowing what kind of dumb riddle he was playing, and Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile:

"Yes, that's it."