"Thank you, Melda."

Harry hugged Melda excitedly, his voice trembling slightly.

"It's just a small thing." Melda comforted Harry as she patted him on the back.

Although Harry's reaction was purely normal, Melda was always given one.

Oh! Melda finally got back to the human feelings?

Ay? How did he become Snape?

Gan!

It must have been with him for too long, and someone took him to spoil.

It seems that she is going to erase the memory of working with Snape as soon as possible. After all, he didn't want to have nightmares all night.

"Melda, you've invented another potion?" Hermione looked at Melda in disbelief.

In an instant, a sense of disparity almost knocked him out.

"Well, there is no such thing as this time, it's an improvement. Purely an improvement. In order to take care of Hermione's mood, Melda didn't dare to tell the truth about the potion. After all, this potion came from Eden's world, and he naturally invented it here.

"Is Melda really a potions genius?" Ron also said in shock.

"Haha, low-key, low-key. It's all my credit! Ha ha! ”

Melda thrust her waist and smiled wildly.

Not far from him, a blonde, unnamed Mr. Malfoy was looking at him enviously on a Slytherin bench.

There was a fire of jealousy in his eyes.

After a brief meal, the Melda quartet made their way to the classroom.

In the afternoon was Professor Pomona Sprout's Herbology.

This course is relatively simple for the first year, because they are still in the first year, and they don't have to learn the complex theories of herbal medicinal properties.

All they have to do is learn about herbs.

For example, today's lesson, Devil's Web.

It is a vine plant with a mature devil's web capable of extending tendrils like snakes around those who approach it, injuring or killing the characters.

It prefers a dark and damp living environment, and light and warmth naturally become its natural enemy.

Therefore, once you encounter the attack of the devil's net, ignition is a very effective method.

In addition, in some cases, the devil's net will also disguise its appearance, such as turning into a crab claw orchid.

It's as simple as that, just get to know these strange and amazing plants.

After class, Melta and Hermione go to the library together.

With the skill of 'memorizing', in just a few months, Melda has read a small half of all the books in the entire Hogwarts library, except for the forbidden area.

Of course, today he is not here to continue to read books, but to come... Writing homework...

Fortunately, Hogwarts homework is handed in once a week, otherwise he wouldn't have had time to do his homework.

Speaking of which, hum! Damn Snape is your pot again.

If he had done his best to tutor Melda, the previous potions research would have been done a long time ago, why didn't it take so long?

Forget it, don't mention him, you will be angry when you mention him.

...

An hour passed in a hurry, and after touching her slightly hungry stomach, Melda slowly got up and left the library and headed for the auditorium.

After a few simple bites, (unpalatable) went back to the library.

When evening approached, he had already finished his homework, and instead of disturbing Hermione, who was still working, he walked around the castle alone.

It was getting late soon. Originally, Melda was going to go straight back to the Gryffindor father-in-law's lounge.

It wasn't until he passed by the auditorium that he unexpectedly spotted Harry, Hermione, and Ron trio sneakily following Hagrid.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Melda stood on her tiptoes and joined the tracking team.

It's exciting!!

"Melda?" Harry lowered his voice and whispered his name.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's a dragon, and I just saw Hagrid with a dragon egg in his arms." Ron said preemptively.

"Dragons?"

Melda recalled it carefully, and yes, according to the original book, the plot should have developed to this point.

But will this obviously strange Harry Potter world really go according to the original plot?

Melda was deeply skeptical.

"Hagrid has always wanted a dragon, and he said that to me the first time I met him." Harry added.

"So what? Hagrid didn't know where he got a dragon egg? Melda continued as Harry had said.

"But it's against the law." Ron said he has been familiar with this aspect since his older brother Charlie chose to go to Romania to raise dragons.

That's why Ron can instantly recognize it's a dragon egg.

"At the Wizards' Congress in 1709, a bill prohibiting dragon breeding was officially passed, and everyone knew about it."

"It's dangerous to keep this creature." Ron seemed to remember something, and said with a stern face.

"Of course the Ministry of Magic won't allow us to keep dragons in our back garden. And they also have a job to hide the existence of these wild dragons. ”

"Wizards from the Department of Magical Biological Control had to constantly chant spells to Muggles who saw the dragon, so that they forgot about it."

"Humph!" Speaking of the Forgetting Charm, Hermione's face instantly turned ugly, and she snorted coldly, but it didn't become as intense as last time.

"Ahem. Let's quietly follow Hagrid and see what he's going to do. Harry hurriedly changed the subject.

Ten minutes later, Melda and her party followed Hagrid to the hunting ground guard's hut.

As soon as Hagrid entered the house, he drew all the curtains of the hut tightly, lest others would not know that he was doing something in violation of the law of secrecy.

"Knock knock!"

Melda knocked on the door of the hut very directly.

Hagrid, who was in the room, first shouted, "Who! After Harry identified himself, he opened the door and let them in, then immediately turned around and closed the door.

"How are you?" Although he was questioning Melda, Hagrid's eyes were fixed on the black iron pot in the fireplace.

"Hagrid, where did you get a dragon egg?"

Ron followed Hagrid's gaze, and the churning iron pot in the fireplace would occasionally reveal its contents.

It was a green-patterned egg, and the shell had become a little soft, and even Melda, who wasn't interested in magical creatures, could see that something seemed to be tossing in the egg!

Hagrid frowned, and he pinched his beard a little awkwardly.

"I won it." In the end, Hagrid chose to confess, and he excitedly said, "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. ”

"Honestly, the man probably looked like he was desperate to get rid of it. As soon as I won, he shoved the egg to me and turned away. ”

"It's clearly a conspiracy." Melda crouched beside the iron cauldron, carefully examining the dragon egg.

"I guess you must have been tricked from you last night."

"No, I didn't say anything," Hagrid said, looking a little upset, and kept defending himself.

However, Melda clearly didn't care about Hagrid's defense of herself. Because he knew that the mysterious man last night must have been Quirrell in disguise.

In order to get out of Hagrid's mouth how to pass the three-headed dog.

Observed for a long time. Melda was keenly aware that the dragon egg looked alive now. It seems that it is about to hatch in the next moment.

But in fact, it still lacks shortcomings.

I'm probably going to have to cook it for another day.

How strange is that?

I don't know if I put some ginger, garlic, green onions, and chili peppers. Will the baby dragon hatched in this way be more flavorful?

Melda looked at the dragon egg in the pot with some amusement.