Looking at the three behemoths that were watching it, the little fire dragon coiled its body together and hissed.

"Hiss (Don't eat me!) ）”

Love, who understood the meaning of the little fire dragon, shook his head: Why does this little fire dragon have such a strange idea? Doesn't it mean that such animals will think of the first creature they see after breaking their shells as their mothers? Why didn't this little fire dragon consider one of them to be his own relative? Is it because it's not like it?

"We're not going to eat you." He whispered.

"Hiss (really?) ）”

"Well, you can think of us as your mothers."

"Hiss (really?) Can I trust you? ）”

"Of course! We won't hurt you. ”

"Hiss (That's great!) Sizzle (I'm hungry, I want to eat!) ）”

Looking at Love and the little fire dragon who were talking happily back and forth, Hagrid and Faulcy were full of question marks: How did these two guys of different species get together?

"Can you understand it?"

"I can't fully understand it, but I can understand the meaning, which is why I was able to get acquainted with Lu Wei before." Love told his friends about his talent.

Hagrid suddenly realized: "I'll just say, how could that guy Lou Wei be so familiar with you when he met him, it turned out to be ......"

Hagrid is not particularly envious of Love's talent for animal affinity, because his affinity for various animals is not bad.

"Who is Lowe?" Foxie asked curiously.

"Ahem, then, well, you'll know when you should know." Hagrid suddenly realized that he almost missed something, so he quickly shut up and diverted the subject.

"Hiss (hungry, hungry!) ）”

After hearing the little fire dragon's cry, Love looked at Hagrid, "So how are you going to feed it?" It doesn't seem to be full. ”

He wondered what Hagrid was going to do with the little one.

"Of course, it's the way it is raised according to the book." Hagrid had already studied the method of raising fire dragons, and he came prepared.

"Wait a minute." Hagrid opened the back door and walked into the backyard, where he came in a moment later with a bottle of wine and a small bowl that was steaming cold.

"Mix the blood with the brandy, and feed it every half hour—I'll have to mix them up quickly, or the blood will clot." Hagrid quickly placed the bowl on the kitchen board, then picked up a bamboo brush and stirred it quickly.

Blood clotted very quickly in the air, so either add anticoagulant substances, or lower the temperature and stir the blood constantly so that the fibrin that has formed sticks to the brush.

Hagrid stirred the blood as he slowly added brandy to a small bowl, resulting in a layered bowl of blood wine.

"Does it really like this?" Looking at the bowl of layered blood wine, Love's desire to complain was extremely strong. He didn't quite understand how the wild dragon got the brandy, and he didn't know why the newborn dragon had to be allowed to drink this strange liquid mixture. Love's instincts told him that the book was not very reliable.

"Try it." Hagrid, an optimist, didn't think much of it at all, and leaned over to the little fire dragon with the bowl in his hand.

The little fire dragon twitched its nose and climbed two steps towards Hagrid, not looking very repulsed by the bowl of blood wine.

"Look, it likes—oops!" When Hagrid proudly shared his joy with Love, he was not paying attention and let the dragon bite him.

"Hagrid!" Hermione let out an exclamation.

"What a naughty little one, you see, it knows who its mother is!" The little dragon teeth that had just grown out of the little dragon didn't make the rough-skinned Hagrid feel much pain, he was more surprised by the little dragon's interaction with him.

Ralph:......

Not necessarily.

"Noble, let go! Only bad dragons bite people, and dragons that bite people don't have anything to eat! He scolded the little fire dragon like a child.

The fire dragon was not mistaken, but Hagrid felt sorry for it, and he waved his hand again and again, indicating that Noble was just a child, why was he so fierce to it?

After being trained by Love, the little dragon seemed to realize that it had done something wrong, so it let go of its mouth, but although it knew it was wrong, it still looked unconvinced, and when Hagrid placed the bowl beside it, it blew its nose heavily, and spewed a puff of sparkling smoke.

In its opinion, it is very reasonable for the big guy to approach him rashly and defend himself passively.

But anger is anger, food still has to be eaten, the little fire dragon stuck his head into the bowl and quickly sipped the blood wine.

"You actually like this?" Love expressed incomprehension of the little fire dragon's tastes.

"Shhh...... Hiss! (It's okay, it doesn't taste bad!) Bai Lan stumbled, and the little fire dragon's eyes began to wander.

"I don't think feeding it brandy doesn't seem like the right decision." Looking at the drunken appearance of the little fire dragon, Hermione said worriedly.

"But it's on the book—"

Whew-

This time, instead of smoke and sparks, the little fire dragon's mouth spat out a light blue slender flame that slammed into Hagrid's beard and instantly ignited his beard.

Hagrid's greasy beard was an excellent fuel combustion, and if no one intervened, his face would turn into a fireball in a matter of seconds, but there were three wizards in the room, so Hagrid was rescued in the most timely manner: three streams of clear water hit him in the face in no particular order, easily extinguishing the flames, and washing his face along the way.

"Spitfire can't do it!" Love glared at the little fire dragon, and the little fire dragon was really angry now: it doesn't work to bite, and it doesn't work to breathe fire, so what is it?

It didn't care about what Loved had said, it turned its head and tried to unleash a dragon's breath on Love, but this time the flames only spit out a little bit before dissipating on their own, not even touching the corners of Love's clothes.

Little Fire Dragon: ???

Before it could react, Love cast another spring spell on it, drenching it into a soup chicken.

"In the future, if you attack people like this at will, this is what awaits you!" Love waved his wand at it, causing the little dragon to shudder—the smell of water bombs washing his face was not pleasant for a dragon.

"It's still a child......" Hagrid tried to use his rhetoric to solve the problem, but was glared at by Love.

"It's because it's a child that we need to teach it more!" Love said sternly.

"Alright, alright," Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Hermione came out to play the round: "Hagrid, did you name it?" We can't just keep calling it a dragon, can we? ”

"Let's call it Noble."

Little Noble was trembling on the side, not associating that strange word with himself.

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