The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 45 It's still a child!

Looking at the three behemoths who were watching it, Charmander coiled its 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 little Charmander have such strange thoughts?Doesn't it mean that this kind of animal will regard the first creature it sees after breaking its shell as its mother?Why didn't this little Charmander consider any of them as his relatives. , is it because it doesn't look like it?

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

"Hiss (really?)"

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

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

"Of course! We will not harm you."

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

Seeing Love and Charmander, who were chatting happily back and forth, Hagrid and Foxy had question marks all over their faces: How did these guys with two different species get to chat together?
"Can you understand it?"

"I can't understand it completely, but I can understand the meaning. This is why I can get acquainted with Lu Wei before." Love told his friends about his talent.

Hagrid suddenly realized: "I just said, how did Lu Wei get so familiar with you after meeting you, so..."

Hagrid was not particularly envious of Love's talent for getting along with animals, because his affinity for all kinds of animals was not bad.

"Who is Lu Wei?" Foxy asked curiously.

"Ahem, then, uh, you'll know when you should know." Hagrid suddenly realized that he almost slipped the tongue, so he quickly shut up and changed the subject.

"Hiss (hungry, hungry!)"

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

He wondered how Hagrid was going to raise the little guy.

"Of course it is raised according to the method mentioned in the book." Hagrid had already studied the method of raising dragons, so he came prepared.

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

"Mix the blood and brandy and feed it every half an hour—I won't bother you, I have to mix it up quickly, or the blood will freeze." Hagrid quickly put the small bowl into the kitchen chopping board, then picked up a bamboo brush and stirred it quickly.

The coagulation speed of blood in the air is extremely fast, so either anticoagulant substances must be added, or the temperature must be lowered, and the blood must be stirred continuously to make the formed fibrin stick to the brush.

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

"Will it really like this thing?" Looking at the bowl of blood wine with distinct layers, Love's desire to complain was extremely strong.He didn't quite understand how the wild dragon got the brandy, and he didn't know why it was necessary to let the newborn dragon drink this strange liquid mixture.Love's intuition told him that what the book said was not reliable.

"Let's try it." Hagrid was an optimist, he didn't think too much at all, he leaned towards Charmander with the bowl in his hand.

Charmander twitched his nose and took two steps towards Hagrid, seemingly not very repulsed by the bowl of blood wine.

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

"Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What a naughty little guy, look, it knows who its mother is!" Charmander's newly grown fangs didn't make the rough-skinned Hagrid feel much pain, he was more concerned about the little dragon. Surprised to interact with him.

Love: ...

Not always.

"Let it go! Only bad dragons bite people, and biting dragons are not delicious!" He sternly reprimanded the little Charmander like a child.

The fire dragon was right, but Hagrid felt sorry for it. He waved his hands again and again, saying that Norbert was just a child, why was he so fierce to him?

After being trained by Love, Charmander seemed to realize that it had done something wrong, so it let go of its mouth, but although it knew it was wrong, it still looked unconvinced. When Hagrid put the bowl beside it , it blew its nose heavily, blowing out a puff of smoke with sparks.

From its point of view, it is reasonable for the big guy to approach him rashly, and to defend himself passively.

But if you are angry, you still have to eat the food. Charmander stuck his head into the bowl and quickly sipped the blood wine.

"You actually like this?" Love expressed difficulty in understanding Charmander's taste.

"Hiss...hiss! (It's, it's alright, the taste is not bad!)" Bai Lan lowered his stomach, and the little fire dragon's eyes began to wander.

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

"But the book—"

call--

This time, what the charmander spit out wasn't smoke and sparks, it spit out a beam of light blue slender flames, and the flames hit Hagrid's beard, instantly igniting his beard.

Hagrid's greasy beard is an excellent fuel, and if no one intervenes, his face will turn into a ball of fire in a few seconds, but there are three wizards in the room, so Hagrid got the most timely rescue : Three streams of clear water hit his face in no particular order, easily put out the flames, and washed his face along the way.

"You can't even breathe fire!" Luo Fu glared at Charmander, and the little Charmander was really angry now: "It's not allowed to bite people, and it's not allowed to breathe fire, so what's the point?"

It also didn't care about what Luo Fu said. It turned its head and tried to launch a dragon's breath at Luo Fu, but this time the flame only spit out a little and dissipated on its own, without even rubbing the corner of Luo Fu's clothes. arrive.

Charmander:? ? ?

Before it could react, Love cast another Clear Spring Curse on it, drenching it into a drenched chicken.

"In the future, if you attack people at will like this again, this is what is waiting for you!" Love waved his wand at it, making the little charmander tremble in fright—the taste of the water bomb washing his face is not good for a charmander.

"It's still a baby..." Hagrid tried to get his way back, but Love gave him a glare.

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

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

"Let's call it Norbert."

Little Norber was trembling on the side, and he didn't associate that strange word with himself at all.

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