At the fireplace in Hagrid's hut, Clark waved his wand and moved the dragon egg from the ground to the iron shelf next to the fire.

For the eggs of the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon, this distance is just right, which will not cause the baby fire dragon to develop due to the low temperature, and will not cause it to break out of the shell early and malnourish because the temperature is too high.

The four of Clark looked around through the charcoal fire in the fireplace, and it was the first time they had seen such a thing.

The dragon egg has a glazed ceramic-like smooth shell, covered in a dull scale-like grid pattern, and with the light of the fire and the movement of Hagrid's fingers, a mysterious dark golden reflection is projected, imbued with mysterious magic.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid looked at the dragon egg with obsession.

Can you imagine a half-giant nearly five meters tall, with a shy beard and big hands as thick as rocks, caressing the hot dragon egg without changing its face, and then saying the most sensual words to it in a tone like a boy gazing at a game console?

Clark and they have seen it today, sometimes the happiness of straight men is as simple as that.

Looking at his performance, Hermione was unimpressed.

"Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house." She kindly reminded him, but Hagrid didn't listen, and he hummed a little song happily as he played with the fire.

Hermione tried to say more, but Clark grabbed her and shook her head. Looking at Hagrid's current madness, he can't be persuaded to move.

Besides, Clark didn't have other thoughts about that little dragon. Perhaps, this little guy will be the key to his breakthrough.

For the rest of the day, Hagrid spent his days in the hut, putting all his thoughts on the dragon egg.

And Harry, they have a new thing to worry about: what will happen to Hagrid if someone finds out that he is illegally raising dragons in his hut?

"I really want to know what a peaceful and peaceful day looks like." Ron said with a sigh.

Night after night, they struggled to complete a large pile of homework assigned by their teachers. Hermione had already begun to make a detailed review plan for Harry and Ron, and the thick pile of papers was almost driving them crazy.

As for Clark, after seeing Hagrid's dragon egg, he was mysterious, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Then, at breakfast one day, Hedwig brought Harry another note from Hagrid. Hagrid wrote only four words on it: It's almost out of the shell.

Ron didn't want to take a herb class anymore and wanted to go straight to Hagrid's cabin. Hermione strongly disagreed.

"Hermione, how many times in our lives can we see the little fire dragon come out of the shell?" Ron persuaded.

"We're going to have classes, or we're going to get in trouble; If anyone found out what Hagrid did, he'd be even more unlucky than we were—"

"Don't talk about it." Harry whispered a warning.

Malfoy was just a few paces away from them, and he stopped to listen to them, and I don't know how much he listened.

In the herb class, Ron had been debating with Hermione. In the end, it was Clark who spoke, and Hermione finally relented, agreeing to run with them to Hagrid's cabin during the morning recess.

At the end of the lesson, as soon as the bell rang in the castle, the four of them threw down their small shovels and hurried across the field, towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

They were greeted by Hagrid, his face glowing red and excited.

"It's coming out." He let the four into the hut.

The dragon egg lay quietly on the table, and there was already a deep crack in it. Something kept moving inside, and there was a playful clicking sound.

They all moved their chairs closer to the table, holding their breath and watching closely.

Suddenly, with a harsh scraping sound, the egg cracked. The little fire dragon swayed and fluttered on the table, not looking pretty, but more like a crumpled black umbrella.

Its prickly wings were large compared to its thin, jet-black body. It also has a large, long nose with white nostrils, horn bumps on its head, and orange-red eyes protruding outward.

【Ding ......】

Clarke's ears rang with the system's beeps, but he didn't have time to pay attention to that right now. Taking advantage of the fact that the little fire dragon was unsteady on its feet, Clark hurriedly reached out and collected the fragments of the dragon egg around it.

Like the dragons of the Feron Continent, the dragons of the wizarding world are not as powerful and intelligent, but their first meal after birth is these broken eggshell fragments.

Dragons eat this, just like Muggles eat calcium tablets, and it quickly builds up their bones.

So the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon, who had been robbed of dinner, sneezed and spewed a few sparks out of his nose, wanting to give Clark a good look.

"Clark, what are you doing? Give it back Noble's dinner. As a lover of behemoths, Hagrid certainly understands what dragons' first meal means to them.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, Charlie taught me a hand." Clark didn't stop, but intensified.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a dragonskin glove, put it on his left hand, and pinned the little dragon that was trying to pounce on him to the ground.

"Boom." The dragon slammed into the floor, which made Hagrid very heartbroken, and quickly stopped it.

Clark pressed the dragon and explained to him, "Fire dragons are very difficult creatures to tame, they are highly intelligent as adults, cunning and brutal, and most importantly, they are very attacking.

So if you want it to be obedient, you have to educate it well from an early age, just like teaching a child, and you can't spoil it too much. If its mother were a real dragon, she would do it. Hagrid, look ahead. ”

With that, Clark picked out a large piece from the eggshell fragments, cleaned it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Of course, he didn't swallow it, he just held it in his mouth for a gesture, after all, he didn't have a dragon's stomach.

Seeing that his first meal had been eaten, the dragon chirped and struggled violently, but Clark increased his strength and pressed it firmly to the floor.

Fortunately, he put on dragon skin gloves in advance, otherwise the barbs on Xiaolong's body alone would be enough for him to feel uncomfortable.

"You have to let these wild little creatures know how good they are. Oh, this guy has a lot of strength, and if you look at it this way, it might be a female dragon. ”

The general female dragon in the fire dragon is more effective than the male dragon, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Clark's forehead, this newborn little dragon has at least 9 points in the strength attribute, this kind of physical fitness is really unique.

Hagrid obviously understood Clark's intentions, but he was still very distressed, standing aside and rubbing his hands nervously, for fear that Clark would break the dragon's wings.