Hagrid was a little uneasy, "Harry, what's wrong with this egg?" ”

"It could be you who went wrong." Harry patted his thigh - he had wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but he could only get to that position while sitting.

Hagrid recounted the events of that night in detail.

After drinking and inquiring about the news, the man came over and played cards with him, and lost about two Galleons, and had no money, so he mysteriously took out the dragon egg, and Hagrid won it easily.

He also told a lot about magical beasts, unicorns, eight-eyed spiders, and the three-headed dog named Louwe......

The man also seemed to be a well-informed magical beast lover.

It seems... Is it a normal topic?

"So what did you put in the hallway on the fourth floor?" Harry asked coldly, "Eight-eyed spider or three-headed dog?" ”

"It's Louwe, he's loyal......," Hagrid replied subconsciously, and halfway through speaking, realizing that something was wrong, he stood up suddenly, brought down his chair, and slammed it on the ground, "Harry, how do you know! ”

"Dumbledore told me." Harry waved his hand to signal his composure.

Hagrid leaned back in his chair and sat down again: "He? How will I tell you this. ”

"I have a pact with him, it doesn't matter." Harry looked at the dragon egg, "Looks like that man approached you on purpose. ”

Hagrid finally reacted, his face pale: "You mean, he's going to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

"Probably the same guy who robbed Gringotts last time." Ron added.

Hermione concluded, "That's Professor Quirrell?" ”

"No, no, no." Hagrid shook his head like a rattle, "How can you speculate about a professor like that?" Last time it was Professor Snape, this time it's Quirrell......"

Harry interrupted him, "That's what I confirmed with Dumbledore. ”

Hagrid opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He didn't even know......

Why did Dumbledore talk to Harry about everything?!

"I think you'd better talk to Dumbledore about it." Harry was honest in his advice.

Hagrid hesitated: "But... How am I going to get through the dragon egg thing? ”

"Hagrid!" Hermione looked a little agitated, "This is a dragon, it's okay to deal with it now, and when it hatches, it will grow as big as your house in two months!" ”

"And it's going to breathe fire and burn your house down." Ron chimed in.

Hagrid looked at Harry aggrievedly.

"I've seen a couple of potions that require dragon eggs." Harry was very interested, "You give it to me, I'll take care of it for you, I can give you twenty Galleons, thirty or fine." ”

Hagrid was shocked: "No, it's a dragon, a life. ”

"It hasn't hatched yet." Harry considered the potion recipe, "A dragon egg is rare. ”

Hagrid stood up again and pulled Harry away from the stool, "No, Harry, you're right, I'll have to be honest with Dumbledore. ”

"Okay." Harry lamented, "But if Dumbledore finds a way for you to keep it, can he provide me with some dragon scales and dragon blood?" ”

Hagrid hesitated, he looked at Harry's eyes that didn't show much of a look, and nodded hesitantly, "If I can raise it, I can provide a little bit." ”

"Only a little."

As long as you don't make dragon eggs into potions, it's easy to say anything.

They stayed for a while, but could not bear the scorching heat, turned to take their leave, and received a bag of rocky crust cakes that were somewhat softly baked.

As soon as he got out of the house, Ron took a deep breath of cool air: "I'm going to suffocate inside." ”

"Wait, Harry, we seem to be here to ask for materials?" Hermione had only taken a few steps before she remembered something, and she stopped and reminded her.

Ron was stunned for a moment and patted himself on the head: "Oops, seeing the dragon egg made me forget about it." ”

"Hagrid is much more anxious than I am now." Harry shook his head, "He's so desperate to keep that dragon." ”

"What then?" Hermione frowned, "Only to steal Professor Snape's ......"

Harry interrupted him and said softly, "Hagrid said that there are traces of bicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and I plan to go to the Forbidden Forest to see it. ”

"No, the Forbidden Forest is too dangerous." Hermione vetoed it very neatly.

Harry shook his head, "It's better than facing Professor Snape." ”

Ron shuddered at the thought of his long, greasy hair and bat-spirit-like figure, "I'd rather face a dragon than face Professor Snape." ”

Hermione opened her mouth, and the words reached her throat, turning into a sigh pouring out. Ask herself, she would rather run into a troll in the bathroom than offend Snape - at least, in the bathroom, she knew Harry would come to her rescue.

"Don't worry, you know, I'm sharp." Harry soothed her, "I know to run away in case of danger, and I won't have weak legs. ”

Hermione gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and snorted.

Harry was fine with everything.

This is the only mouth......

Back in the dormitory, they reviewed the information on the bicorns again.

It is a very evil magical creature that, as its name suggests, has two horns - not symmetrical horns like cows, sheep or deer.

Rather, it is two straight, unicorn-like horns, except that the unicorn is a positive spiral, and both of its horns are reverse spirals.

Fat, horse-like, cow-hoofed, likes to eat leopards, cows, and favorite food, is a kind and loyal husband - Mr. Arthur Weasley, for example.

Or if Snape had a chance to get married, he might have been on the twocorn recipe as well.

There is no such thing as a preference for the living environment, where the food is, they are there.

Feces often have a bitter smell – a common problem in carnivores.

Wait until evening, Neville and they sleep.

Harry slipped out of the dorm with his invisibility cloak, he wasn't going to take Ron or Hermione with him, and they didn't ask for it, even though Ron had been looking at him with affection at dinner today—he hadn't been so enthusiastic when he looked at the chicken legs.

Filch's steps were heavy.

Mrs. Loris, the cat he raised, smelled very strong.

There were no other professors on patrol.

The night tour during the semester was easier than Harry had thought.

Soon he arrives in the Forbidden Forest, where he bumps into Hagrid patrolling the edge of the Forbidden Forest with a lamp - he needs to be on the lookout for any daring wizards or creatures that have slipped out of the Forbidden Forest.

Fangfang seemed to sense something, and cowered behind Hagrid, and it wasn't until Harry walked away that it came out from under Hagrid's leg again.

As the Black Forest, inhabited by a large number of magical creatures, its environment was an eye-opener for Harry.

It wasn't far from walking in.

I saw a group of sleeping Hoklap, with pink hats and bearded mushrooms, which looked like magical plants, but they were classified as magical creatures.

When they congregate in large numbers, they can also cause some trouble for wizards.

Harry sneaked over and picked two, one of the ingredients for the healing potion.

You can also see some traces of ordinary wild animals on the edge, such as deer, bears, wolves...

But if you go a little deeper, these ordinary creatures will disappear completely.

He saw some new traces—horseshoe prints, but it was hard to tell if it was a horse man or a unicorn, which he didn't have in the books he could see now.

There is also a mass of blue insects, which are almost impossible to see with the naked eye, but their magical aura is huge.

This is the Billy Wig Worm, a 3X-level magical creature that floats uncontrollably in the air if stung by it.

Harry had seen many other creatures.

Thestrals, Motra Rats......

But he never met the bicorns he wanted to see the most.

It was almost time before the curfew was over that Harry slipped back into his bedroom, and after less than two hours of sleep, he woke up when some noise began to appear in the room.

"Harry? Are you awake? Ron was the first to notice Harry's movements.

Harry nodded.

Ron leaned over: "How's it going?" ”

"Didn't find it." Harry replied in a whisper, "No hurry, take your time." ”

Every weekend night, he would go to the Forbidden Forest - and each time he was full of herbs, ingredients, and even unicorn hair.

But on the Duocorn side, there has been no progress.

Hermione and Ron were concerned about it, but they soon lost their minds.

January seems to be just a post-holiday buffer for freshmen.

All subjects are progressing at an unbelievable pace.

In Transfiguration, they begin to learn how to transform objects into creatures, and they need to try to turn a piece of wood into a mouse - much to the chagrin of most young wizards.

A lot of people can't even make wood look like a mouse.

Professor McGonagall was stern.

Especially after seeing Harry's progress, she was very dissatisfied with this slow performance, and with a wave of her hand, she assigned the next seven-inch paper—except for Harry, who only had to write a three-inch one.

This caused the little lions to howl again.

Although they still have Hermione's homework to copy—but one person's homework, how can two people's homework be comfortable copying.

The Charms class also began to experiment with the precision of casting.

The young wizards finally understood why Professor Flitwick was the only one who gave two lectures on the theory of magic in the first two classes of school.

The content they left behind became their hardest stumbling block.

They experiment with different forms of enchantment - for example, facing two doors, casting a lock spell that opens only one of them without the other being magically affected.

Seamus was probably the best young wizard other than Harry, even Hermione was inferior to him, and he managed to open only one door - although the other door blew up.

Snape's lesson became a nightmare for all the young wizards.

Instead of boiling potions with ordinary herbal formulas, they began to come into contact with the boiling of some magical materials, which was difficult, and even the same material could have completely different magical manifestations.

The recipe on the blackboard does not guarantee that the boiling will be successful.

Even Harry will have some mistakes and be caught by Snape and sneered.

The herbal medicine class became the most popular course.

Magical plants are much more difficult than potions.

Professor Sprout had to go to great lengths to rescue the little wizards who were entangled in magical plants in each lesson, or to give extra points to the little wizards who reached out.