The sound of "clang, clang, clang" was particularly clear in the Gryffindor lounge at night, and in order to prevent waking others, Hermione quickly got up and gently pushed open the window.

Then she saw that Clark's pet crow, with a paper bag bigger than it, flew in very lightly.

Harry and Ron tilted their heads over to see what it was holding, but were immediately pushed away by Clarke.

"This is just some of the details I asked an elder who works in the Daily Prophet to help gather some details about the British dragon industry."

The two looked at each other, and immediately lost interest in this kind of textual thing.

But Ron soon discovered a new continent, "Clark, this pet raven of yours, I think I've seen it before!" I remember...... I remember...... That's right! It was the night we duel Malfoy last year, and it was this crow! It was it that led us to the fourth-floor hallway, where we evaded Filch's capture. ”

When Ron said this, Harry reacted quickly, and he looked at Forkine carefully, and finally nodded, agreeing with Ron's opinion.

"Yes, it was indeed that night!"

Ron looked at Fordin, then at Clark, and said with a grin, "It turns out that cousin, you have been caring about us that night, but I thought you were too cowardly to go out with us." ”

"Pull it down! Who cares about you a big man. Clark laughed.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and two blush flushed on Hermione's face, who was standing on the side. She suddenly remembered that she occasionally saw this crow outside the window of the dormitory......

But it was too late, and before Hermione's thoughts could spread, Clark began to urge them to go to bed quickly.

The next morning, when I woke up, Ron's palm, which had been bitten by the little dragon, was indeed swollen twice as much as Clark said.

The wound, which had been treated and healed, had also turned an ugly green color, flowing with slimy pus, and emitting an unpleasant disgusting smell that seemed to be rotting raw meat, and it seemed that Nobel's teeth were really poisonous.

He lay on the bed, cried out in low pain, and turned his eyes to Clark for help. As a Gryffindor with a vanity, he didn't want to go to the hospital because it would make him feel too vulnerable.

Unfortunately, Clark shook his head, shattering his illusions, and by the afternoon, Ron felt that he could no longer carry it, and had no choice but to go to Madam Pomfrey.

At the end of the day's lessons, Clark and the three rushed to the hospital, and found that Ron was lying on the hospital bed, and the situation was worse than he had imagined.

"It's not just my hand," Ron snorted in pain, "though it hurts like it's going to break." To make matters worse, Malfoy told Madam Pomfrey that he was going to borrow me a book, so he came in and laughed at me as much as he could. He kept threatening to tell Ms. Pomfrey what had bitten me, and I told Ms. Pomfrey that it was a dog, but I don't think she believed it. ”

"It's okay, he's just trying to get revenge on you." Harry reassured, "Didn't Clark say it all, he wouldn't tell the teacher about the little dragon." ”

Ron Lie grinned and showed an ugly smile, "Of course I know this, do you think I'm going to be afraid of him?" I taunted him with the last time he was beaten in a Quidditch match, and you didn't see the look on Malfoy's face, it was wonderful. ”

"You shouldn't have provoked Malfoy, Clark is going to talk to him about raising dragons." Hermione said.

The smile on Ron's face froze, and he sat up from the bed, wanting to apologize, but Clark waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"I said I was talking to Malfoy, but it was his father, Lucius, who really called the shots. Enough is enough, even if I beat Malfoy and trample it under my feet, Lucius won't say anything. The interests are not enough, and no matter how much we try to please Malfoy, his father will not cooperate. ”

Clark's words were full of confidence, and it was obvious that the information sent last night was still very useful.

However, before they could continue with Ron, Ms. Pomfrey walked in and told them to leave, saying that Ron needed to sleep.

"And when are we going to find Malfoy?"

After leaving the hospital, Harry couldn't wait to ask, Ron lay down and went to Hagrid to take care of the little dragon Nobber, but the responsibility fell on him alone.

"Don't worry, I'll go find him." Clark patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry thought he was comforting himself, and hurriedly said, "Don't be in such a hurry, I'm just ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Clark quicken his pace and head towards Malfoy, who had just turned the corner at the end of the hallway.

"Eh......" Harry was afraid that he would suffer alone, and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Hermione, "Don't worry, Clark can do it." If you go, you might even get worse. ”

With that, she grabbed Harry and turned to go up the stairs to the side.

"Yo, isn't this our Son of Gryffindor, the Light of Wisdom, why did you come here alone?"

Malfoy saw the backs of Harry and Hermione turning away, and quickly guessed that the reason why Clark came to find him must be for Hagrid's dragon raising, and instantly became rampant, and the two henchmen behind him cooperated with a hideous smile.

Clark had a breezy expression on his face, as if the voice in front of him was just a dog barking, and that haughty look instantly angered Malfoy.

However, the next moment, Clark's words made him change his attitude.

"Are you sure you want to be here and talk to me about how to get a dragon?"

"You...... What do you mean? Malfoy began to be uncalm, his voice began to flutter, and the whole person was a little overwhelmed, like an otaku who was suddenly confessed by the goddess, both excited and apprehensive.

Clark didn't elaborate much, just looked around. This is the only way to the Great Hall, and although it is not yet time for dinner, there are still young wizards passing by from time to time.

"Let's change places! Let's talk about it. His tone was light, but not deniable.

Malfoy nodded subconsciously, and followed behind Clarke, despite the dissuasion of the two henchmen.

A few people walked around, found an empty classroom, and walked straight in.

"Legs stiffen and die!"