Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Jody was using his spiritual consciousness segmentation technique with all his strength.

The levitating spell was carefully controlled to make Quirrell look like he was walking on his own. The Academy Hat was amused by his weird look... Jody was curious about how the hat looked out.

The cold wind made Quirrell tremble. He murmured and turned over in mid-air to continue sleeping soundly. After leaving the castle, Jody started to carry him while walking.

‘Dong dong dong~’

Hagrid's big face soon appeared behind the crack of the door. Seeing Jody's furry face was full of happiness, "Come in quickly! I just made soup, the newly caught red-crowned spotted chicken,

That’s a lot of meat…What’s wrong with Professor Quirrell?”

When he saw Quirrell walking in sideways, surprise was written on his face.

"I was drunk." It was not easy to explain, so Jody had to make up a random reason.

Hagrid shrugged his nose in confusion, as if he didn't smell the alcohol.

Fortunately, with his rough character, he doesn't care so much, "Come on, I'll serve you a bowl first, as well as the newly baked rock crust pancakes. The cheese needs to be heated for a while and I'll help you get it. Come on, come on.

, drink some soup to warm yourself up first, this cold weather..."

Jody secretly tested Hagrid's magical properties. If he remembered correctly, the wand hidden inside the umbrella should be made of oak.

Oak predicts sunshine and strength.

And Hagrid himself is indeed like sunshine.

Jody, who had just eaten some snacks, wasn't very hungry, but the newly stewed chicken soup was still quite tempting. In fact, Hagrid's cooking always looked terrible but tasted surprisingly good.

After drinking a bowl of hot soup, Quirrell, who was lying on the sofa, hummed in some kind of dream, and it sounded like he was in a good mood.

After thinking about it for a while, Jodi said what he wanted this time.

"Today came very suddenly. In fact, we came here because we had something to figure out."

Hagrid pulled out the chicken leg bone from his mouth. The turkey-sized bone seemed so slender to him. Fang jumped up to catch the bone flying towards it, making a pig's snoring sound.

"Of course, you told me how busy you two were when you last came here." The last time I visited was when Ogre was trapped in the Shrieking Shack.

"That's right, I came here this time to find out something about Mr. Scamanda."

"Oh, Newt Scamander? Of course it's him, other than him, which Scamander can be so respectable!?" Hagrid looked very interested, "I told you

I must have been his assistant. He is a very gentle elder, wise and open-minded. He has been committed to finding new homes for those magical animals that have been deprived of their habitat by the times. That is..."

"Just what?"

"I'm just not very good at communicating with my own kind." Hagrid showed a wicked smile, "Mrs. Scamanda told me, haha, that's Tina Scamanda."

emmmm...a comment that is neither bragging nor disgraceful.

"Can you contact him quickly?" Since the Sorting Hat refused to speak, of course it is most direct to find Mr. Scamander. If the old gentleman is willing to use Floo to come to Hogwarts in one go, there will be no follow-up.

Problem.

Jody might be able to ask for an autograph or something. I think... I could ask him to sign Jody's hat.

However, things are not that simple. Hagrid looked embarrassed, "That gentleman's reply speed has always been relatively casual. He often forgets the letters from visitors on the desk."

"You told me the mailing address. I just wanted to ask if you have any faster way to contact you?"

Hagrid's eyebrows knitted together, "It seems there is no such thing."

If so, he may not remember it.

Jody then wrinkled his face and said, "You may need to try hard to recall the times when Mr. Scamanda and you got along."

After weighing it up, Jodi confirmed that it was still necessary to let Hagrid understand the seriousness of the matter so that he could more efficiently get him to think about what to do.

Just at this time, Quirrell finally woke up with a groan.

Not sure if it was a side effect of the medicine, Quirrell was a little confused after waking up, "...I'm hungry."

However, his complexion was much better than before, although in the next moment he remembered those things that needed to be worried about.

"How long have I been sleeping! Did you find anything in the principal's office... No, I have to go back quickly!" Quirrell hurriedly got up from the chair.

"Can you help me introduce him to him?" Jody asked the Sorting Hat in his mind.

"Why do I have to do this?"

"You have to work to keep up." Jody said the reason while putting the hat in his hand on Quirrell's head.

"I have found clues and are currently continuing the investigation. I learned that in addition to the principal, there is a second person in the world who has authority, and that person is Mr. Newt Scamander."

Jody pointed to the Sorting Hat and shrugged, "It's just that the Sorting Hat refuses to tell me why. Maybe you can persuade me to succeed?"

"What authority?" Hagrid looked confused.

Quirrell, who didn't understand the situation, started talking to the Sorting Hat with his eyes raised, while Jody turned to talk to Hagrid in detail.

"You should know how busy Professor Quirrell is lately. Do you know what he is busy with?"

Hagrid thought about it carefully, "Professor Dumbledore mentioned it to me, it seemed to be to repair something... Oh! It was for Professor Spencer and the ghosts in the castle. For this reason, I also wrote to Mr. Scamanda to talk

There have been ghost creatures.”

It's easy to explain a lot if you've heard about it. Dumbledore still trusts Hagrid, "We have encountered some troubles in the repair work. The seven-fold door to be repaired requires the authority of the principal to prevent it from being attacked by the protective circle... Uh,

You don’t need to understand this part. Just know that we need Mr. Scamander to provide access or find a way for him to obtain access.”

Hagrid was obviously thinking so hard that he had forgotten about the rock cake in his hand, "Uh... you mean permissions? Mr. Scamander's?"

"Yes, it is part of the principal's authority." Jodi described it carefully, "Only that gentleman and Dumbledore hold it."

"Mr. Scamander and Professor Dumbledore are equally respectable, and the relationship between them is relatively close... But when you talk about authority..." Hagrid thought about it carefully, "Professor Dumbledore did have intentions.

Hope hopes that Mr. Scamanda will stay and teach, and he has privately talked to me about the hope that Mr. Scamanda can succeed him as the next principal.

It's a pity that Dumbledore gave up in the end. The subject of magical animals is equally important, and Mr. Scamander can bring more to the wizarding world in his favorite position."

"Please! Please, sir. Why can't you tell me?" Quirrell, who was communicating in his mind on the other side, was so anxious that he spoke, "...I, I don't understand!"