"Dragon!"

Ron whispered, "Hagrid is looking up information about dragons!" Check them out: "Types of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland", "From Hatching Eggs to Nirvana", "Guide to Keeping Dragons". ”

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

"But it's against the law," Hermione said righteously, "and the Wizards' Congress of 1709 officially passed a bill prohibiting dragon breeding. ”

"Dragons?" Charon suddenly became interested, and the mood that had been empty and boring just now suddenly became active, and he jumped up from his chair at once, "Let's go, let's go to Hagrid and see what he wants to do." ”

An hour later, the four knocked on the door of the hunting ground guard's hut. They were surprised to find that all the curtains were drawn tightly.

Hagrid first shouted, "Who?" He let them in, and then quickly turned around and closed the door.

It was suffocatingly hot in the cabin. Despite the fact that it was such a warm sunny day, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Hagrid brought them tea and a ferret sandwich, which they politely declined.

As soon as Charon entered, he looked around for the dragon that Hagrid had secretly raised. The condition of the cabin is no longer self-defeating, it seems that this is a fire dragon that is very afraid of the cold.

Harry and Ron were anxious to find out about the Philosopher's Stone, and they asked Hagrid directly, "We don't know if you can tell us what other mechanism guards the Philosopher's Stone besides Lowe?"

Hagrid frowned at them.

"Of course I can't say." He flatly refused, "First, I don't know about it myself. Second, you already know so much that I wouldn't tell you even if I did. ”

Hermione gave Harry a wink, and then began to ramble, smiling and flattering Hagrid in a sweet tone, making it easy for him to let his guard down and laugh.

"Actually, we just want to know who designed those mechanisms." Hermione began to tactfully remark, "We want to know who else Dumbledore trusts to help him besides you." ”

Hearing this last sentence, Hagrid puffed up his chest triumphantly. For Hermione's play, the other three all gave a secret thumbs up.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to talk to you—let me think about it—he borrowed the Louwe from me—and asked the other teachers to cast a spell...... Professor Sprout—Professor Flitwick—Professor McGonagall—" he counted with his hands, "Professor Quirrell—of course, Dumbledore himself did his magic. Wait a minute, I've forgotten about one person. Oh, yes, it's Professor Snape. ”

"Snape?"

"yes—are you still suspicious of him, huh? Lo and behold, Snape had helped protect the Philosopher's Stone, and he wouldn't steal it. ”

Harry didn't think so, since Snape was also involved in protecting the Philosopher's Stone, it must have been easy for him to figure out what the other teachers had set up in place. He probably knew everything—except Quirrell's magic and how to get through Lowe.

"You're the only one who knows how to get through Loe, don't you, Hagrid?" Harry asked eagerly, "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Even the teacher doesn't tell you, does it?"

"No one wants to know but me and Dumbledore." Hagrid said proudly. "That's good, that's good." Harry muttered to the others.

"Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm hot to death. Hermione grumbled.

"No, Hermione, I'm sorry." Hagrid said.

"Hagrid—what's that?" Charon finally discovered something unusual. He wanted to see the dragon more than Hagrid's words.

Actually, he already knew. In the middle of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.

"Oh," said Haimo, twisting his beard uneasily, "that's—oh......"

"Where did you get that, Hagrid?" Charon crouched down to the fire and took a closer look at the big egg. "It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Won." "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Honestly, the man was probably desperate to get rid of it. ”

"But what are you going to do when it hatches?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, I've been reading." Hagrid said, pulling a tome from under his pillow, "Borrowed from the library—Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit—a little outdated, of course, but it's complete. Put the eggs in the fire because their mother exhales into them. You see, it's written here, and when it hatches, feed it a barrel of brandy and chicken blood every half hour. Look at it again - how to tell the difference between eggs - I got a Norwegian spinyback. It's rare. ”

He looked smug, but Hermione wasn't impressed. "Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house." She said.

But Hagrid didn't listen at all. He played with the fire and hummed a little tune happily. Charon was equally interested, staring at the eggs and beginning to discuss with Hagrid how to hatch them and raise them.

The two of them were chatting so interestedly that they didn't notice that the other three were already frowning. Now, they have something new to worry about: what will happen to Hagrid if someone finds out that he is illegally raising dragons in his hut?

The following night, night after night, everyone struggled to complete the large amount of homework assigned by the teacher.

Then, at breakfast one day, Blackie brought Charon a note from Hagrid. There are only four words written on it: It's almost out of the shell.

Charon didn't want to go to class anymore and planned to go straight to Hagrid's hut. Hermione strongly disagreed.

"Hermione, how many times in our lives can we see the little dragon come out of the shell?"

"We're going to have classes, or we're going to get in trouble; If anyone found out what Hagrid did, he'd be even more unlucky than we were—"

Charon argued with Hermione during the herb class, and finally, Hermione agreed to go to Hagrid's cabin during the morning break.

At the end of class, as soon as the bell rang in the castle, the four of them threw down their small shovels and hurried across the field, towards the edge of the forbidden forest.

They were greeted by Hagrid, his face flushed and excited.

"It's coming out." He let them into the hut. The egg was lying on the table, and there was already a deep crack in it. Something was moving in there, and there was a playful clicking sound. They all moved their chairs closer to the table, holding their breath and watching closely.

Suddenly, with a harsh scraping sound, the egg cracked. The little dragon staggered and fluttered on the table. It's not actually pretty; Harry thought it looked like a crumpled black umbrella. Its spiny wings were large compared to its thin, jet-black body. It also has a large, long nose with white nostrils, horn bumps on its head, and orange-red eyes protruding outward.

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

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid muttered. He reached out a hand and touched the dragon's head. The little dragon bit his finger, revealing his long fangs.

"Oh my God, look, it knows its mother!" Hagrid said.

Charon thought it was too funny, and he tried to reach out and touch the dragon's head, but the dragon glared at him angrily and opened his mouth to spray a spark at him.

"Hagrid," Hermione said worriedly, "how fast did the Norwegian Ridgeback grow to the bottom?"

Hagrid was about to answer, when his face suddenly turned white—he jumped to his feet and ran to the window. Charon also sensed that there was a person who had just peeked at the door, and he jumped to the door and looked out. The man was Malfoy, who saw the dragon.

The five of them were all frowning, Malfoy must have noticed something strange about them or overheard their conversation, so he followed them here, and now that the matter could not be hidden, a solution must be found.

"Why don't I ask him what he wants?" Hagrid frowned, "As long as he doesn't tell anyone about it." ”

The other three all shook their heads, and the best thing Malfoy wanted was to make the four of them unlucky. Of course, this did not include Charon, and Malfoy did not dare to provoke him.

"Or you let him go," Harry suggested.

"No," said Hagrid, "it's too small, it's going to die." ”

"Otherwise, if I go and scare him, as long as I make a move, he will definitely not dare to say it!" Charon slapped the table and made a decision, "I'll let him forget about it completely!" ”

"I don't think it's useful!" Hermione retorted, "Malfoy is afraid of you, but he won't pull you in at best." You're all from Slytherin, and he could have complained to Snape and punished us alone. ”

"Then the Oblivion Curse! I just wanted someone to try it! Charon had another bad idea.

"By all means," Hagrid and Hermione objected, "how can you cast a spell on your classmates?" It's against the law! ”

Harry and Ron didn't speak, but from the look in their eyes, they could tell that they were very supportive of Xia Yi's doing.

Everyone discussed for a long time, but still had no idea.

For the next week, Malfoy's hidden ill-intentioned smile made everyone very uneasy. They spend most of their spare time in Hagrid's dimly lit cabin, thinking of a solution.

Charon caressed the little dragon, but his men, the little dragon struggled desperately. The thing this guy hates the most is Charon.。。

In just one week, the little guy has tripled in length. Clouds of smoke puffed out of its nostrils. Hagrid put aside his job of guarding the hunting grounds and devoted himself to taking care of the dragon.

"I decided to call it Noble," Hagrid said, looking at the dragon with tearful eyes, "and it really knows me now, you see." Noble! Noble! Where's Mom?"