Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"What the hell, Clark, what the hell is this?"

The impatient Ron hated Clark's behavior, which made him feel like a fool.

"This blanket is made of unicorn hair!" Clark didn't make too much of a fuss, carefully put down the blanket and spread it out.

"Unicorn hair?"

Harry and Ron looked at the off-white blanket, opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them for a long time. Of course they knew how precious unicorn hair was. Ron's wand core was made of that stuff.

"Unicorn fur is quite rare, and it is a scarce material for making wand cores. But at the same time, few people know that unicorn hair can also be used to make advanced healing potions, which are very effective against injuries caused by black magic. Good results. Brother Hai, this blanket of yours might be able to buy half of Diagon Alley."

Clark looked at the unicorn blanket in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

Don't think that what he said is exaggerated, think about it, who is Hagrid? It's a half giant! He is four or five meters tall, how big is a blanket for a half-giant, and how much is a unicorn blanket with such a large area worth?

No wonder people always say that Hagrid and Snape are the two hidden tycoons of Hogwarts.

Under Ron's fiery gaze, Hagrid rubbed his head in embarrassment, "It's not as powerful as you said, this blanket is only mixed with half of unicorn hair."

Depend on! Not much hair for half a unicorn? Ron's eyes seemed to stretch out his claws, and he firmly grasped the dusty blanket with a strange smell.

Clark called him affectionately: "Brother Hai, how do you get all these unicorn hairs? Did you find the unicorn's cemetery?"

You know, an adult unicorn can fight against four or five experienced combat wizards.

Their fur is inherently resistant to powerful magic, their robust bodies run like the wind, coupled with their intelligence, which is indistinguishable from ordinary people, and the horns of the holy gods with the "evil-breaking" rune attached, it can be said that they are tank battles in the wizarding world car.

So if you want to get a little bit of fur from them, you have to act together in groups of wizards.

Of course, for most wizards, if they only need a few precious materials, they can go to the black market next to Diagon Alley to buy them.

"No, actually this thing is easy to get. I usually pick it up where unicorns lived." Hagrid had a bright smile on his face.

"In the grass, by the stream, on the branches, there will always be some places where the unicorns rub off a little bit when they pass by. I usually see it when I am patrolling in the Forbidden Forest, so I collect it and twist it into a rope. , woven into blankets."

After hearing Hagrid's answer, Clark was very envious. No wonder, as Dumbledore's confidant, Hagrid was assigned the position of gamekeeper.

Only a simple-minded guy like him who has no concept of money can reassure Dumbledore.

After all, this piece of forest is so big, by the way, there are giant eight-eyed spiders in it, and the venom of those guys is also very valuable. These magical creatures, together with the entire Forbidden Forest, are the most precious treasures of Hogwarts.

It is an endless, sustainable gold mine. Voldemort still wants to fight Dumbledore? He was probably ignorant of the power of money, and the Galleons he earned as a badass were not even a fraction of Hagrid's blanket.

The world only sees the greatness of Dumbledore, but completely forgets about the man standing behind him. There was Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord before him, and Rubeus Hagrid, the logistics manager of the Order of the Phoenix, and Rubeus Hagrid, the master trainer of magical animals.

If Voldemort knew that a framing he had done in his youth had made Dumbledore's crouching dragon and phoenix, he would regret it to death.

"Brother Hai,

From now on, I will call you brother, and you will call me brother," Ron even secretly rubbed his hands on the blanket, stained with fluff.

The three little wizards looked at the big blanket and got to know Hagrid again.

And Clark looked away from the blanket, and looked at Hagrid's cabin more carefully. The last time I visited with Harry and the others, I didn't pay attention to it. There are quite a lot of good things in this room.

For example, the pile of straw in the corner behind the door is full of magic citronella grass, a natural spice used in magic rituals, but now it has become Fang Fang's doghouse.

The animal skin on the bed was the fur of a long-haired monster. Their hair was as hard as steel wire and very tough. With a little treatment, it became the best soft armor. Only this kind of fur could withstand Hagrid's tossing and turning at night when he slept.

And the bone needles used for mending that were placed in the miscellaneous basket looked like the poisonous fangs of an acromantula. It's a pity that the high-quality alchemy raw materials, judging by the pale appearance of the bone needle, the venom inside must have been cleaned up.

Just as Clark was gaining knowledge, Harry suddenly said, "Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm so hot."

"No, Harry, I'm sorry." Hagrid refused without hesitation.

At the same time, he also sneaked a glance towards the fireplace. The four little wizards had long suspected what he was doing. Seeing him like this, they all turned to look at the fire.

"Hagrid - what's that?" Ron yelled.

In the very center of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.

"Oh," said Hai Ge, twirling his beard anxiously, "that's—oh..."

"A dragon's egg is still alive." Clark directly told the origin of this thing.

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" said Ron, squatting down by the fire to look more closely at the large egg. "It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Win it," said Hagrid. "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. In fact, the man probably just wanted to get rid of it."

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

"Oh, I've been reading," said Hagrid, pulling out a large tome from under his pillow, "Breeding Dragons for Fun and Profit from the library, and it says to keep eggs Put it on the fire because that's how their mother breathes on them."

Clark glanced at the book in his hand, and reminded kindly: "Hagrid, this book is a bit outdated, after all, the person who wrote this book has not taken care of many fire dragons himself.

For example, the hatching dragon eggs don't have to be burned in the fire all the time. Different fire dragons have different tolerance to high temperature, the length of burning time, and the temperature of the flame are also different. Hagrid, do you want to make charcoal-grilled dragon eggs? "

After hearing Clark's words, Hagrid turned pale with fright, and quickly used tongs to pull out the red-hot dragon eggs from the charcoal fire, cursing while peeling: "God, I don't know this, those damned authors don't know anything about it." Write down this knowledge in a book."

The red-hot dragon egg rolled on the ground, leaving a scorching mark, and Clark reached out his wand to help cool it down.

"Just kidding, Brother Hai, you are a dragon egg of a Norwegian Ridgeback. This dragon's fire-breathing ability is second only to the Hungarian Horntail. This temperature is not enough to cook it."

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'education' skill to impart some strange knowledge to the other party, experience +10]

Well, it seems that in this regard, Hagrid still likes to learn.