Can't be provoked, can't be provoked, remembering Mrs. Pince's madness, Hagrid decisively confessed.

But he will never trust these non-professional books again.

"You just tear up the chicken you just killed and feed it, don't feed it liquid, even its mother can't do this." In the expectant gaze, Aini lived up to expectations and gave the answer.

Hagrid slapped his head hard, he had forgotten that dragons had no milk, and had fallen for the evil of these black-hearted booksellers.

Pulling out his feet that had been trapped in the geography, Hagrid thanked Aini gratefully and went out to process the chicken.

The four of them could still hear Hagrid muttering, plucking a handful of hairs and muttering.

The sound was like grinding out of the back molars, and although Hagrid had his back to them outside the window, it didn't delay the brains of several people to make up for Hagrid's gritted teeth.

"Ani, why can such a wrong thing be published?" The little witch was a little devastated, and in her cognition, the record in the book was the truth, the standard by which she understood the world.

Now she feels that her worldview is about to collapse, how can the things in the book be wrong?

"This ...... Hermione, in fact, you can take a look at the novel...... "Ani was speechless, the little witch said that she had read books, a complete set of British primary and secondary school textbooks, Encyclopedia Britannica, Hogwarts textbooks for all grades, history books, and more orthodox biographies......

She rarely reads books about leisure and entertainment, and it can be said that most of Hermione's knowledge of the world comes from books, even the mantras are "...... in books", "I have seen ...... in books", etc.

In addition, she is too young and her experience is still very thin, this is the first time she has encountered the method of listening to the letter, but it is almost a bad thing.

"But shouldn't this one, this book "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit", be a reference book?" The little witch sobbed as she spoke, and tears began to fall.

Hagrid walked in with the chicken, his suspicious gaze scanning the three men as if they had done something heinous.

It's really the little girl's crying appearance of collapsing faith, it's too pitiful.

"Hermione, not all of the books are true." Seeing the two "useless men" at a loss, Aini advised the little witch: "Calm down, in fact, the methods in this book cannot be said to be wrong. ”

"Why? Didn't you say that this would cause damage to the dragon? Despite her suspicions, hearing that the knowledge in the book was not wrong, the little witch stopped crying and looked at Ani hopefully.

Seeing this, Ani dismissed the idea of taking the opportunity to change Hermione's mind and tell her not to be superstitious about books.

Anyway, she will always figure it out in the future, sooner or later, and now it is more important to let her stop crying.

"Hermione, the dragon raised for profit, will not survive the day of the end of her life. Fire dragons are too dangerous, and the conditions for private domestication of fire dragons are mixed, and in order to prevent the dragons from getting out of control, most of the bred dragons are slaughtered soon after reaching their youth. ”

"Using brandy and chicken blood to feed the fire dragon will greatly shorten its feeding cycle, which is the right thing for the dragon breeders at that time." Ani silently swallowed another reason.

Catalytic dragon farming, well, let's call it this way of raising dragons.

Most of the books that chronicled the orthodox way of raising dragons were banned, but books such as "Raising Dragons for Pleasure and Profit" that promoted catalytic dragon farming were allowed to be sold publicly, and it was difficult for the Ministry of Magic to dissociate themselves from them.

Perhaps the Ministry of Magic is fueling all of this, which will allow them to reap even greater benefits. Sometimes they will even deliberately let go of those dragon keepers, and wait for the fire dragon to grow up before paying it off.

The father of a third-year Hufflepuff did just that.

"But these fire dragons are so pitiful." Thinking of the fire dragon being rimulated and slaughtered, the little witch was a little unbearable.

"Hermione, that was a long time ago, the book was older than Headmaster Depayt, and what you may not know was that he was 355 years old when he died. You see, now we feed this. Having learned from Harry why Hermione was crying, Hagrid deliberately slammed the plate on the table, making a loud noise.

By the way, Headmaster Deapert interrupted him, Hagrid had no respect for Dumbledore's predecessor at all.

Don't look at Hagrid's big and three thick, but he is quite good at coaxing children.

As soon as he said this, Hermione took Anie's description for granted as a relic in the pile of old papers, and began to watch Noble eat with relish.

Not long after the little guy was born, the hideous bone spurs had not yet grown, and it was a little stiff in its movements, which made it look a little cute.

This made Ani breathe a sigh of relief, and he resolutely shut his mouth and stopped continuing the topic, if the whole world raised dragons like Hagrid, I am afraid that the price of the parts on the dragon's body would increase by 5 times.

Perhaps only those black dragons in the Hebrides are the happiest.

Thinking of this, Ani was a little ashamed, Tom hadn't been to the Hebrides once since weaning, so let's go see them this weekend.

Several people in the room subconsciously looked at Aini, and the smiles that greeted them seemed to bring them sand and sunshine.

"Huh~" Noble cried crisply, stopped eating the meat, crawled over with his feet, and jumped hard at Aini's chest, but it fell straight to his knees before he left the table.

I didn't care about being smacked for a while, and I climbed two steps and my little head went down to the place where the dog liked to smell the most.

Aini hurriedly picked up Noble and let you die if you played like this.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, let's go, it's time for dinner." Aini got up and returned the dragon to a jealous Hagrid.

"What's for dinner at night? I'll bring it for you. Looking at Hagrid, a mere meal was clearly not enough to get him out of the dragon and head to the auditorium, "Or I'll send them over first, and see what's in the kitchen, and then we'll have a drink together." ”

"Not a bad idea." Hagrid's eyes lit up, he was a greedy guy, or there was no giant who didn't like to drink, but looking at Noble, Hagrid still reluctantly rejected the offer.

"I'm sorry, Aini. I have to stay awake and have a little guy to take care of. ”

Ani was indispensable, and immediately led the young wizards back to the castle, wanting to dine with them in the Great Hall, but was stopped by Snape, who came in a hurry.

Snape led Aini to his office on the basement floor two or three minutes later.

Ani has actually always been curious, obviously walking steadily, how does Snape play with the effect of trotting?

Once inside, you will see a wall full of shelves lined with bottles and jars of various sizes, which are a testament to a Potions master's ability to absorb gold.

To use a Muggle word, these Snape babes are priceless.

But Eni had always believed that even if Snape wasn't a Potions master, or even a wizard, with his unusually human aesthetic, he could definitely make a lot of money by opening a haunted house in the Muggle world.

Without waiting for Aini to feel more emotional, Snape hurriedly closed the door and eagerly led Aini into the suite.

It's not the bedroom you imagined, it's a huge space of more than 300 square meters.

This was obviously the place where Snape usually made potions, dozens of workbenches were lined up, and many crucibles were still bubbling, but the air in the room was crisp and not filled with strange smells.

Thinking that Snape had made a new research, Annee was about to walk towards the workbench when Snape dragged him into a corner.