When Clark led Hermione and Malfoy through the green meadows to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he found the Great Retriever Toothtooth squatting outside the gate, with a bandage around his tail and his head hanging listlessly.

"Bang! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Clark knocked on the door a few times, but no one came, and Hagrid opened the window to talk to them.

"I can't let you in," he gasped, "and Noble is tough right now...... I can't do anything about it...... It's too dangerous for you to come in. ”

Along with his words, you can also hear the sound of "bang, bang, bang" knocking on the wall, which shook the windows and clicked.

"Huh! It doesn't matter, it only bites my boots...... It's playing...... After all, it's still a child. ”

After these last words were finished, they heard a loud "clang" from the house, and even the house shook twice.

"Hagrid, are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Malfoy swallowed, regretting his decision. Perhaps, getting a dog is also a good choice.

He looked at the teeth that were crouching beside him, at least the thing looked much safer.

Clark shook his head helplessly, and as soon as his arm was raised, his wand popped out of his sleeve.

"Alaho Cave Open!"

Pushing open the thick wooden door, Clark and the others were greeted by a chaotic scene.

"Eh, why did you get in, it's too dangerous here." Hagrid's two large hands pressed Noble's wings, but he didn't dare to force them for fear of hurting it.

The solid wood round table in the center of the room had been overturned to the side, and the floor was littered with broken bottles and cans.

In the innermost corner, a distraught Harry was standing on Hagrid's bed, his robes were scraped and tattered, and his sweaty black hair was messy on his head.

As for the culprit in all this, Hagrid's treasure Nobber, who was pressed to the ground, struggling with all his might.

Its long, spiky tail flicked from side to side, making deep marks on the walls of the house. Occasionally looking up, a spark with black smoke shot out, burning Hagrid's clothes with holes in large and small sizes.

"Clark, help me!"

Harry saw Clark pushing the door in, as if he had seen a savior. Malfoy saw this scene in the back and immediately grinned.

"Stay still, Harry!"

Clark shouted, first calming him down, and then with a lift of his arm, a pale blue activated rope burst out of his wide cuffs and wrapped around Noble like a python.

"Alright, Hagrid, let it go."

Hagrid let go of his hand, and the newly freed little fire dragon raised its head to give him a mouthful of fiery phlegm, but the activation rope quickly climbed its head, wrapped around its long mouth a few times, and then tightened violently.

"Woo~~"

It sounded like a whistle in Nobber's mouth, and black smoke and flames could only come out of its nose because of the closure of its mouth, like a person who sneezed but didn't let out, and his head was thrown up and hit the ground again.

While the little dragon was dizzy, the light blue activated rope flexibly roamed and climbed around its joints, stretched and stretched, around the roots of its wings, wrapped around its legs, and by the time Noble reacted, it was already like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, with its four paws facing the sky, and it was tied up strongly.

"I told you a long time ago, you can't spoil it too much, it will only fuel its arrogance," Clark said as he walked over to the embarrassed Hagrid.

Although his beard had been burned off a lot by Mars, he still had a big smile on his face. "It's okay, Noble is just joking around with me, it doesn't have any friends, it's normal to be a little clingy, I promise it won't next time."

Harry, who had just jumped off the bed, rolled his eyes, this little guy was indeed very clingy, looking at its grinning appearance, if it hadn't been for Hagrid just now, I am afraid that it would have been eager to have a negative contact with himself.

Clark also shook his head speechlessly, he kind of knows, how those bear children came to be, this is all the parents' pot.

"My own child, I still don't know?"

"He's still a kid, what do you know?"

"How can you be an adult and a child?"

What Hagrid just said was no different from these, but Clarke, as an outsider, wouldn't get used to it.

He walked up to the little dragon Nobble, and the little fellow saw him approaching, and struggled to raise his head and give him a mouthful. But as soon as Clarke's thought moved, the magic rope made of the bird snake's body began to tighten slowly, and under the restraint of that powerful force, even the little dragon's bones were already very hard, it still made a tooth-aching sound.

"You tap! Clark, don't hurt it. Hagrid was heartbroken as he watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but open his mouth.

Clark ignored him, just crouched down and looked into Noble's eyes. The eyes of a dragon and a person collided in this way, and in the same dark yellow pupils as cold-blooded animals, cruel, cunning, bloodthirsty, cold, all kinds of violent beastliness seemed to overflow, an invisible deterrent, like a set of heavy shackles, put on his body.

Even though this little dragon has only been born for a few days, the power in its bloodline has begun to awaken. This is the bloodline suppression of advanced species, the fear that was inscribed into the genes of humans by apex predators in ancient times.

If an ordinary little wizard looked at it like this for a while, he was afraid that he would be scared and incontinent on the spot.

But Clark is no ordinary little wizard, the smile on his face remains the same, and his gaze is gentle and determined. If Nober's eyes are full of the jungle and ignorance in the barbaric period, then Clark's eyes are the slash-and-burn cultivation and brilliant civilization of mankind.

The two collided together, and the all-penetrating gaze split through the fog of ignorance and wilderness, as if it was a light that illuminated the whole world, bringing light and hope.

The irascible little dragon completely fell to the upper hand in the momentum of the duel, and its strong body was even more powerless to resist, and its gaze began to dodge. So Clark stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it to Noble's head.

Looking at the slender white palm slowly approaching him, the little dragon Noble seemed to have been greatly humiliated, and the original declining momentum rebounded, and the bloodthirsty light occupied its eyes again, even if the bones had clicked, it did not stop struggling.

Unfortunately, it's just doing useless work!