On the last day of the Christmas holidays, the debate about who will succeed the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has not yet subsided.

Norlin wasn't much interested in it, though, and his attention was drawn to the note from Hagrid today.

There are only a few words on it:

It's almost out of the shell.

Both Harry and Ron stayed away from raising a fire dragon, even if it was just a newborn dragon. Zhang Qiu didn't need to say more, so after lunch, Norlin took out a bag and decorated it with snacks, Shi Shiran walked to Hagrid's hut.

Just like last time, before he reached the hut, Norlin felt a wave of heat hit his face. He opened the wooden door and felt like he was in the sauna.

"You're here, Norin." Hagrid was sweating profusely, and his face flushed as he greeted, "You almost missed the most critical moment. It's bursting its shell. ”

Norin's eyes lit up, and the black dragon eggs in the fireplace loosened for a while, as if something was struggling to knock inside, and another sound came out, like the sound of air crashing against the wall.

It didn't take long for Norlin to see a crack in the eggshell. The little things inside squirted more and more vigorously. Norlin took a step back, and a palm-sized eggshell flew out of him, followed by a thick puff of black smoke with sparks.

"This little guy has a strong desire to attack, can't he be a female dragon?"

Norlin tilted his head, and his hair was almost burned. He was not angry, he smiled and pulled out his wand, expelled the black smoke, and carefully examined the little one in the eggshell.

"I think it's public! Look at how alive it is. ”

Hagrid's eyes flashed with a mother's love, and he smiled as he lifted the young dragon out of its eggshell.

The young dragon rolled in his palm. Speaking of it as a young dragon, Norin looked more like a lizard and a crumpled black umbrella. The spiny wings are particularly large compared to its skinny, jet-black body.

It also had a large long nose with white nostrils, horn bumps on its head, and orange eyes bulging outward, staring at the two humans in front of it.

It sneezed and spewed a few sparks out of its nose.

Norlin didn't argue with Hagrid, and the gender wasn't obvious right now. He flicked the little head of the young dragon and said:

"This creature is difficult to domesticate, and when it comes to adulthood, it has a high IQ and is aggressive. Hagrid, even if it spews dragon breath at you in the future, are you going to keep keeping it? ”

The young dragon opened its mouth, revealing its long, pointed teeth.

"I'm sure it won't."

Hagrid waved his big hand nonchalantly and carefully placed it on the table.

The young dragon seemed to have infinite vitality, crawling aimlessly on the table, and suddenly raised its head and stared at what Norin was holding in his hand.

Norlin took out a bottle of reagent from his pocket, uncorked it, and a fishy smell permeated the air.

"The blood of the poisonhorned beast I heard that the baby fire dragon is good for this. I went to Professor Snape the other day to ask for it, and helped him pick the horns of the poisonhorns for free for an afternoon. ”

He placed the reagent on the table at a slight tilt. The young dragon pulled on all four legs and came to the reagent very quickly, stretched out its long red tongue, and licked it beautifully.

Norin showed a malicious smile and said in his heart: Eat, eat, eat, the more the better, and you will have to pay it back when you grow up.

"Is it okay with other blood? I have a lot of ...... here."

Hagrid said excitedly, and immediately rummaged through the cabinets in the cabin, and in a few moments tubes of blood from various creatures were piled up on his bed.

Norin glanced at it, a little hot at Hagrid's treasure. But the relationship between the two is very good, and he will not fight Hagrid's idea After thinking about it, he said:

"Have you decided when to send it away?"

The smile on Hagrid's face froze, as if he didn't want to talk about it. After a pause, he reluctantly smiled:

"Two weeks later at midnight on Saturday. Charlie has already written to me and made an appointment with me. He had a couple of friends who were going to Romania to see him, and by the way, Noble was taken with him. ”

"By the way, I decided to call it Noble. How about the name? ”

"It's good if you're happy."

Norin nodded approvingly, "Wise, in a few weeks, it will be as long as your house." ”

With a wave of his wand, the reagent floated into the air, and the young dragon that was eating was anxious, grinning at Norin.

"You can't let it eat so easily, let it take its time and understand the importance of food."

Noreen's wand flicked, and a small clot of coagulated blood floated to Nobber's mouth. Noble sniffed with his nose, swallowed it without hesitation, and stared at Norlin dryly.

"Don't feed it too much at a time, leaving it half-full, this will help develop its predatory instincts."

Norlin had separated a few more blood clots, stuffed the cork into the reagent, and said to Hagrid, "If you feed it like this, it will probably remember you when it goes to Romania." ”

"Of course, it's just memorization. When you grow up, I guess it won't be too friendly to you. In fact, the young fire dragon is this virtue to the mother, this is nature. ”

These things were from one of Norin's books in Ravenclaw's room, and he wondered if Ravenclaw would be interested in feeding dragons.

"Thank you so much, Norin! If only I could remember me......" Hagrid said, his eyes blurred with tears, "I'll go to Romania often to see its ...... in the future."

Until then, I'll give it two tubes of blood...... Anyway, it was quite big at that time, and the two tubes of blood were not in the way.

Norin muttered to himself, dragon's blood is a very expensive potion material, and it costs several Galleons a pint on the market.

Hagrid also wanted to build a small tent for Norlin so that he could sleep comfortably. Norlin was speechless and dismissed the idea. He didn't do it as fast as the little guy grew up......

After an afternoon of tossing and turning at Hagrid's, Noble was visibly inflated, and he fell asleep on Hagrid's desk.

Norlin and Hagrid agreed to make as many trips as possible over the next two weeks. Hagrid thanked him and sent Norin out of the hut with a grateful face.

Unbeknownst to him, however, Quirrell or Voldemort, who had been beaten away by him, did not run out of the confines of the school, but instead survived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Lord, master...... Are you feeling better? ”

Quirrell leaned against a large gnarled tree, his face pale, his mouth covered in blood, and his chest heaving violently.

Beside him, there was the corpse of a white horse. The flesh on the horse's neck is blurred.

"Not enough...... Far from enough...... The blood of this creature is too low-grade to make up for the damage I have suffered......"

On the back of his head, Voldemort's voice sounded like a gossamer.