Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 85 Actually, I want to too.
"Yes, Hagrid, it really has a crime-inducing charm. You're right, you should have had a dragon long ago." Hera looked at the little dragon obsessively.

It's just that it bit on Hagrid's finger, showing its pointed long teeth.

"God, look, he knows his mother!" said Hagrid.

"Hagrid," said Hermione, "how fast does the Norwegian Spinosaurus grow?"

Hera froze for a moment, the little dragon in front of her was the Norwegian Spinosaurus?
It claims to be the most aggressive of the large land amniotes, and for a dragon, the Ridgeback is unusual in that it also eats animals in the water.

To be honest, this made Hera even more excited.

A Norwegian Spinosaurus, if Leni wants to buy it.
Two thousand galleons might not be enough.

To add money.
While Hera was still thinking about how much money to add, Hagrid suddenly turned pale—he jumped up and ran to the window.

"what happened?"

"Someone was peeping through the curtains just now—a boy—running to school."

Harry jumped to the door and looked out.Even at a distance, he would never admit his mistake.

Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy!

He saw the little dragon.

Harry returned to his seat with a sad face, and sat back on his seat with a sad face.

"Who is it?" Hera raised her eyebrows. He was far away from the little dragon on the table. He didn't have the courage of Hagrid. He believed that the little dragon would definitely bite through his finger.

Even if it didn't bite through, the dragon's teeth were poisonous, and Hera didn't want to be the unlucky one who was bitten by the dragon—that would be too miserable.

"It's Malfoy," said Harry worriedly. "He'll tell Snape."

Hela patted Harry's back with his hand, and said softly, "Don't worry too much, even if he told Professor Snape, I'm still here? Hagrid won't be punished."

Then his eyes turned to Hagrid, winking at him meaningfully.

Hagrid's face surrounded by long beard showed tangled and complicated emotions. He looked at Xiaolong tenderly, and finally nodded heavily at Hera.

"Trust me, and trust Hera, we'll take care of it." Hagrid stretched out his hand to tease the little dragon, even though it spewed out a few sparks from time to time, but to Hagrid who has the blood of a giant, it was nothing more than a tickle.

In the next week, Hera insisted on taking time to go to Hagrid's cabin every day, from the initial 'blood test' to the later trimming of nails.

For all sorts of odd reasons, Hera had put away several ounces of material.

"Enough! Hera, it's still a baby!" Hagrid couldn't take it any longer, and banged his fist on the table.

The movements of Hera's hands froze, but it was only for a moment. She quickly pulled out a large tube full of dragon's blood, carefully put it into her pocket, and then said confidently, "Hagrid, I think we need to ensure Norbert's health. A daily health check is very necessary, especially when he was born not long ago."

"But, haven't you already smoked this morning?"

"Then look at the smoke that keeps coming out of its nostrils. Are you sure it's healthy?" Hera pointed at the little dragon. In just one week, its length had tripled, and clouds of smoke came out of its nostrils.

"I'm pretty sure it's completely normal in Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit." Hagrid said with a straight chest, but his confidence seemed a little lacking.

"You have to trust me and Mr. Newt Scamander." Hera fooled Hagrid without blushing or panting. Hagrid didn't know Newt anyway, did he?
"Noble, Norbert," said Hagrid, looking at the dragon with tear-blurred eyes, "it really knows me now, look! Norbert, Norbert, where's mother?"

"Hagrid," Hera raised her voice, "don't forget our previous agreement, whether it's for you or Norbert, we sometimes have to do things against our will."

Hagrid bit his lip, "I—I know, Mr. Scamander will take good care of Norbert, he will."

Hera nodded, got up and left contentedly.

He didn't get anything about the dragon from Snape, and presumably the little guy Draco didn't tell anyone.

After all, the handle is only a sharp edge when it is held in the hand.

Once spoken, it is nothing.

However, Hera intends to take the initiative to find Draco, after all, it is also a hidden danger, and he cannot be allowed to disturb her transaction.

The business of thousands of Galleons won't work even if his old man Lucius comes!

On the way back to the office, Hera happened to meet Draco's 'little' follower - Goyle.

"Gol." Hera called him suddenly, and the little fat man stopped walking. The corners of his mouth were still stained with cream and oil, and he was holding the drumstick in his hand. When he saw Hera, he immediately hid behind him.

"Professor Lestrange, you called me?" Fatty's face was full of tension.

"Let Mr. Malfoy come to my office." Hera didn't want to have an in-depth communication with this gluttonous little fat man. She was wearing a new trendy cloak from Fengya brand. If it got any oil stains, it would be too frustrating.

"Okay, no problem, Professor!"

After returning to the office and sitting down, there was a knock on the door without waiting for a long time.

Opening the door, Hera let Draco in.

"Sit down, Draco." Hera pushed the tea tray on the table with a friendly face. Cowper always prepared dessert for Hera, even though Hera didn't like it sometimes.

"Professor, who are you looking for?" Draco's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sat on the chair, but his body slightly deviated from Hera's direction.

Hera smiled lightly and stretched out her hand to rub Draco's head. It was full of hairspray and it was too sticky to touch.

"Don't be so alien, we are also uncles and nephews, just call me Hera in private." Hera rubbed her palm on the armrest of the chair without any trace, trying to rub off the hairspray.

"Hehra." Draco called out unnaturally.

"Yes, that's it." Hera smiled. "Actually, I came here to find out what happened in Hagrid's cabin. How much do you know?"

Draco's face was flushed, his fingers were clasped tightly on the chair, and he said excitedly, "That's a fire dragon!"

"Fire Dragon!"

Draco emphasized it again, raising his hand in front of Hera to imitate the dragon's breath.

"Yes, of course I know it's a fire dragon," Hera said helplessly, rubbing her temples, "I mean, what do you want to do after you know that fire dragon?"

"I want to raise a fire dragon!"

(End of this chapter)