"What the hell, Clark, what the hell is this?"

The impatient Ron hated Clarke's behavior, which made him feel like a fool.

"This blanket is made of unicorn hair!" Clark didn't sell much, carefully putting down the blanket and spreading it out.

"Unicorn hair?"

Harry and Ron looked at the gray blanket, their mouths wide open, and couldn't close it for a long time. Of course they knew how precious a unicorn's fur was, and that was what Ron's wand core was used for.

"Unicorn fur is quite rare and is a scarce material for making wand cores. However, few people know that unicorn hair can also be used to craft advanced healing potions, which are very effective against injuries caused by dark magic. Brother Hai, I'm afraid you can buy half of Diagon Alley with this blanket. ”

Clark looked at the unicorn blanket in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

Don't think he's exaggerating, think about it, who is Hagrid? It's a half-giant! He is four or five meters tall, how big does a blanket used by a half-giant have, and how much should such a large area of unicorn blanket be worth?

No wonder some people always say that Hagrid and Snape are the two hidden tyrants of Hogwarts.

Under Ron's fiery gaze, Hagrid touched his head embarrassedly, "How can it be as powerful as you say, this blanket is only half mixed with unicorn hair." ”

Depend on! Half a unicorn isn't much hair? Ron's eyes seemed to reach out with claws, and he grasped the dusty, strange-smelling blanket firmly.

Clark called him affectionately: "Brother Hai, how did you get these unicorn hairs?" Did you find the unicorn's graveyard? ”

You know, an adult unicorn is capable of fighting against four or five experienced battle wizards.

Their fur is naturally resistant to powerful magic, their sturdy bodies run like the wind, and they have the same wisdom as ordinary people, and the Holy Spirit Onehorn with the rune "Breaking Evil" can be said to be the tank chariot of the wizarding world.

So if you want to get a little fur out of them, you have to work together with hordes of wizards.

Of course, for most wizards, if they just need a little bit of precious material, they can go to the black market next door to Diagon Alley.

"No, it's actually pretty easy to get, I usually pick it up where unicorns live." Hagrid's smile was bright.

"In the grass, by the stream, on the branches of the trees, there will always be some place where the unicorn rubs off when it passes by, and when I see it when I am patrolling the Forbidden Forest, I collect it, make it into a rope, and weave it into a blanket."

Clarke listened to Hagrid's answer, and was very envious, no wonder as Dumbledore's henchman, Hagrid would be assigned to the position of caretaker in the hunting grounds.

Only a simple-minded guy like him who has no concept of money can reassure Dumbledore.

After all, this forest is so big, by the way, there are eight-eyed giant spiders in it, and the venom of those guys is also very valuable. These magical creatures, along with the entire Forbidden Forest, are Hogwarts' most valuable treasures.

It's a living, sustainably mined gold mine. Voldemort still wants to fight Dumbledore? He was afraid that he knew nothing about the power of money, and the gold Galleons he earned as a little white face were not a fraction of Hagrid's blanket.

The world only saw Dumbledore's greatness, but completely forgot the man standing behind him, the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, and the later the Order of the Phoenix logistics director, Fantastic Beasts training master Rubeus Hagrid.

If Voldemort knew that a casual trap he had made Dumbledore Dumbledore a dragon and phoenix, he would have to regret his death.

"Brother Hai, in the future, I will call you brother, and you will call me brother," Ron secretly rubbed his hand on the blanket, stained with a little fluff.

The three young wizards looked at the big blanket and reacquainted themselves with Hagrid.

Clark looked away from the blanket and looked more closely at Hagrid's cabin. I didn't pay attention to the last time I came to visit Harry, but there were a lot of good things in this house.

For example, the pile of straw in the corner behind the door is full of magical citronella, a natural magical ritual spice, but now it is a kennel for Tooth and Tooth.

The animal skins that lay on the bed were a whole fur of long-haired monsters, their hair was as hard as steel wire, very tough, and with a little treatment, it was the finest soft armor. Only this fur can withstand Hagrid's tossing and turning at night.

There is also the bone needle for sewing and mending in the miscellaneous basket, which looks like the fangs of the eight-eyed giant spider no matter how you look at it. It's a pity that this high-quality alchemy raw material, looking at the miserable white appearance of the bone needle, the venom inside must have been disposed of.

Just as Clark was gaining knowledge, Harry suddenly said, "Hagrid, can we open a window?" I'm hot to death. ”

"No, Harry, I'm sorry." Hagrid refused without hesitation.

At the same time, he also glanced secretly towards the fireplace, and the four little wizards had long been suspicious of what he had done, and when they saw him like this, they all turned their heads to look at the fire.

"Hagrid—what's that?" Ron shouted.

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

"Oh," said Haimo, twisting his beard uneasily, "that's—oh......"

"A dragon's egg, still alive." Clark directly stated the origin of this thing.

"Where did you get that, Hagrid?" Ron said, crouching down to the fire and looking at the big egg more closely, "It must have cost you a fortune!" ”

"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, "Raising Fire Dragons for Recreation and Profit, borrowed from the library, and it says to put eggs in the fire, because that's how their mother exhales at them. ”

Clark glanced at the book in his hand and kindly reminded: "Hagrid, this book is a bit outdated, after all, the person who wrote this book has not taken care of many fire dragons himself.

For example, this hatching dragon egg does not have to be burned in the fire all the time. Different fire dragons have different tolerance for high temperatures, the length of burning time, and the temperature of the flame. Hagrid, do you want to make charcoal-grilled dragon eggs? ”

When Hagrid heard Clark's words, he was so shocked that he quickly pulled out the red-hot dragon eggs from the charcoal fire with tongs, and scolded as he picked them up: "Oh my God, I don't know any of this, those damn authors didn't write this knowledge in their books." ”

The red-hot dragon egg rolled on the ground, leaving a scorch mark, and Clark stretched out his wand to help cool it down.

"Just kidding, Brother Hai, you're the egg of a Norwegian spineback, the dragon's fire-breathing ability is second only to that of the Hungarian tree bee, and it's not hot enough to roast it."

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'education' skill to impart some strange knowledge to the other party, +10 experience]

Well, it seems that Hagrid still likes to learn in this regard.