The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 73 It’s still a child!

Looking at the three behemoths who were watching it, Charmander coiled his body into a ball and made a hissing sound.

"Hiss (don't eat me!)"

Love, who understood the meaning of Charmander, shook his head: Why does this Charmander have such a strange idea? Doesn't it mean that this kind of animal will regard the first creature it sees after breaking out of its shell as its mother? Why?

This little Charmander didn't regard any of them as his kin. Was it because they didn't look alike?

"We won't eat you," he said softly.

"Hiss (really?)"

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

"Hiss (Really? Can I trust you?)"

"Of course! We won't harm you."

"Hiss (that's great!) Hiss (I'm hungry and want to eat!)"

After being trained by Love, Charmander seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, so he loosened his mouth. However, although he knew he was wrong, he still looked unconvinced. When Hagrid put the bowl next to him

, it blew its nose hard and blew out a thick smoke with sparks.

"Wait a moment." Hagrid opened the back door and walked into the backyard. After a while, he came in carrying a bottle of wine and a small bowl filled with cold air.

"Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What a naughty little guy, you see, he knows who his mother is!" The little dragon's teeth that had just grown out did not make the thick-skinned Hagrid feel much pain. He felt more for the little dragon.

I was pleasantly surprised by the interaction with him.

Charmander:???

Charmander twitched his nose and took two steps towards Hagrid. He didn't seem to be very repelled by the bowl of blood wine.

"It is precisely because it is still a child that we have to teach it more!" Love said sternly.

"Let's give it a try." Hagrid was an optimist and didn't think too much about it. He held the bowl and leaned towards Charmander.

"Who is Lu Wei?" Foxy asked curiously.

"But in the book——"

"If you continue to attack people randomly like this in the future, this is what's waiting for you!" Love waved his wand at it, making the little fire dragon tremble - the smell of water bombs washing his face was not pleasant for a fire dragon.

The fire dragon did not admit its mistake, but Hagrid felt sorry for it. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying that Norbert was just a child, why was he so cruel to it?

"Ahem, then, um, you will know when you should know." Hagrid suddenly realized that he seemed to have almost leaked something, so he quickly shut up and changed the topic.

Hagrid suddenly realized: "Let me tell you, how could that guy Lu Wei get so familiar with you after just one meeting? It turns out..."

It didn't care about what Love said. It turned its head and tried to launch a dragon breath at Love. However, this time the flames only spit out a little bit and then dissipated on their own, without even touching the corner of Love's clothes.

arrive.

"Of course, follow the methods in the book." Hagrid had already studied the methods of raising fire dragons, so he came prepared.

"Does it really like this thing?" Looking at the bowl of layered blood wine, Love had a strong desire to complain. He didn't quite understand how the wild dragon obtained the brandy, and he didn't know why he had to let Gang

The born fire dragon drank this strange liquid mixture. Love's intuition told him that what the book said was not reliable.

"Hiss (hungry, hungry!)"

Watching Love, Charmander, Hagrid, and Foxy chatting happily back and forth, their faces were full of questions: How did these two guys from different species get to chat together?

"Can you understand what it says?"

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

"Relax! Only bad dragons bite, and dragons that bite people don't get anything good to eat!" He scolded Charmander like he was coaxing a child.

He wanted to know how Hagrid planned to raise this little guy.

"I don't think feeding it brandy is the right decision." Looking at Charmander's drunken appearance, Hermione said worriedly.

"Mix the blood and brandy together and feed it every half hour - I won't bore you with it, I have to mix them quickly, otherwise the blood will solidify." Hagrid quickly put the small bowl in the kitchen.

Then he picked up a bamboo brush and stirred quickly.

Before it could react, Love cast another Clear Spring Charm on it, turning it into a drowned rat.

After hearing Charmander's cry, Love looked at Hagrid: "So how are you going to feed it? It doesn't seem to be full."

Love:......

"It's still a child..." Hagrid wanted to use his rhetoric to get out of the situation, but Love gave him a glare.

"It can't even breathe fire!" Love glared at Charmander, and Charmander was really angry now: It can't bite people, and it can't breathe fire, so what can it do?

While stirring the blood, Hagrid slowly added brandy into the small bowl, and finally mixed it into a bowl of distinctly layered blood wine.

Hagrid was not particularly envious of Love's talent for being close to animals, because he also had a good affinity for all kinds of animals.

However, when you are angry, you still have to eat food. Charmander put his head into the bowl and quickly sipped the blood wine.

call--

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

This time, what the Charmander spit out from its mouth was not smoke and sparks. What it spit out was a slender light blue flame. The flame hit Hagrid's beard and instantly set his beard on fire.

In its view, it was quite reasonable for the big guy to approach it rashly and to defend itself passively.

"You see, it likes - Ouch!" When Hagrid proudly shared his joy with Love, he accidentally let the fire dragon take a bite.

That's not necessarily the case.

Hagrid's greasy beard is an excellent fuel for combustion. If no one intervenes, his face will turn into a fireball in a few seconds. However, there are three wizards in the room, so Hagrid received the most timely rescue.

: Three streams of clear water hit his face in no particular order, extinguishing the flames easily and washing his face by the way.

"You actually like this?" Love said he couldn't understand the taste of Charmander.

"Hiss...hiss! (It's okay, it doesn't taste bad!)" After drinking the brandy, Charmander's eyes began to wander.

"Okay, okay." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Hermione came out to smooth things over: "Hagrid, have you given it a name? We can't keep calling it dragon, right?"

"Just call it Norbert."

Little Norbert was trembling on the side, not even connecting that strange word with himself.

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