A bizarre adventure at Hogwarts

After leaving Hagrid, Harry and they suddenly became much more diligent, because the news that Dumbledore had allowed Hagrid to temporarily raise dragons made several young wizards extremely excited.

“You know! Seeing the birth of a dragon with your own eyes is quite a rare thing! My brother Charlie, who has studied dragons in Romania for so long, has seen dragons born only five fingers! ”

Ron said this, his eyes were full of fanaticism, not at all like the usual little wizard who only knew how to spit.

However, Ron’s words also gave the three of them a reason to run to Hagrid every day for no reason.

Harry and Hermione have also repeatedly tried to invite Joshua to join their team, saying that if they don’t go every day, they may miss the best time to watch the dragon break out of its shell.

Joshua, of course, chose to refuse, and he refused the invitation of the three on the pretext that he also had his own things to do. (Actually, it’s because Joshua thinks it’s silly)

He also didn’t tell a few people that he had a little phoenix that was about to arrive, and Hagrid seemed to be tight-lipped about it, so Joshua was ready to call a few more people over on the day the little phoenix hatched – maybe he might be beaten badly.

Then one day when Joshua was still sleeping.

Bang!

There was an extremely violent bang on the door, and it sounded like someone was pounding the small bedroom with an RPG.

Joshua, who was not sleeping well, was just within the range of the boundary of the piercing, and the loud noise directly woke him up.

In a panic, Joshua got up and reached out to touch the bed, trying to find the wand placed next to the bed, but the hand pressing the sheet accidentally slipped down, and rolled down with a sneak.

“Ouch!”

Joshua cried out in pain, and the sound outside paused for a second, and then attacked the door with an even more violent blow.

“Joshua! Joshua! Are you all right?! ”

Harry’s voice came from outside the door, seemingly worried about Joshua’s situation.

Joshua wanted to scold the mother, if they didn’t have anything to do, how could he have fallen so hard.

When he packed up his clothes, pulled the door open, and prepared to give Harry a vicious reprimand, he was pulled out of the room by Harry without even having the trouble to speak.

“Alas! What are you doing! ”

Harry just ran and didn’t speak, but fortunately Ron on the side threw a note just in time.

Above: It’s almost out of the shell.

The big scribbled characters can be seen as a sea note.

When passing by the girls’ bed, Joshua also saw Hermione hurrying down the ladder, and he didn’t know how they informed the little witch, she didn’t even have her pants on, and her robe had two smooth calves, still a little distance from her ankles.

A group of four hurried through the fort, and no matter how many people on the road looked at them in surprise, they only knew how to run forward.

When they arrived at the cabin, a red-faced Hagrid came out to greet them.

The room was more disguised than usual, and the fire in the fireplace seemed to be turned on to the maximum, but the large black egg had already been transferred and placed in a round basket on the table, covered with a ball of fabric that looked extremely comfortable, and Joshua suspected that the fabric inside might be better than the clothes Hagrid was wearing…

Suddenly, with a harsh scratching sound, the eggshell cracked a thin crack, and something kept moving inside, making a playful clicking sound.

Ron wanted to see better, but Joshua reached out to stop him.

“Give Hagrid a little space…”

Joshua used his lips to convey his meaning to the three, God knows if a creature like a dragon would take the creature it saw at first sight as its mother.

Then, the crack in the eggshell became even bigger, and suddenly a shriveled flesh wing with spikes protruded from it, not much the size of chicken wings in those marinated shops.

Then, a small black dragon leaked out of it, and the first thing he saw was Hagrid.

The little dragon’s spiny wings looked particularly large compared to its thin black body. It also has a long, large snout with white nostrils, horn bumps on its head, and orange-red eyes that bulge outward.

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

Joshua couldn’t help but smack his lips.

I think back then, I was still a small earth turtle who needed to collect flames everywhere to promote the evolution of my substitute, but soon after… I have to have a god pet myself!

“Norbert is beautiful, isn’t he?”

Hagrid murmured. He stretched out a thick hairy hand like a radish and touched the little dragon’s head.

But Norbert bit his finger unceremoniously, revealing his long pointed teeth.

“Oh my God, you see, it knows its mother,” Hagrid said in surprise, but the few little wizards surrounding the little dragon didn’t think so.

“Eh… Hagrid, though I know I’m annoying to say that… But…”

Hermione pondered for a moment and said to Hagrid with a subtle look on her face, “You can’t call yourself Norbert’s… Father? The word mom is so dramatic…”

The three little wizards around nodded like garlic, and Hermione was right, Uncle Beard had no power to sell cuteness.

But Hagrid went his own way as always, and he now only had this ugly little dragon in his eyes, and he didn’t even care about the teeth that rubbed his dirty trouser leg on one side.

“Oh… By the way, I should feed it… I’m ready. ”

Hagrid reluctantly touched Noble’s head, got a bite of dragon inflammation from the little dragon, turned around and hurried to the corner of the house, where there was a brand new vat.

He moved the vat over, lifted the lid, and suddenly the smell of strong wine mixed with the smell of chicken blood filled the entire cabin.

“The book says… After it hatches, feed it a barrel of brandy and chicken blood every half hour. ”

Hagrid wrapped a dirty tartan apron around his body, pulled out the book about raising dragons from under his pillow, and instead marked the page, pointed to a line of handwriting and read it out.

(Thanks to Mr. Master Brother and Mr. White Wolf for the flowers…) ）_

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