Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 169 The Secret of the Three Holy Artifacts

On the way to Hagrid's hut, Harry stopped by the Black Lake to touch some fish. He was a bit tired of eating barbecue for breakfast. He planned to eat the whole sashimi porridge, and Harry carried two [-]-pound Black Lake big black fish in each hand and left.

Hagrid usually got up very early, and after Harry came out of the Black Lake, he could see the smoke of burning wood coming from the chimney of the hut in the distance.

"Hagrid! I'm coming for breakfast."

Harry yelled at the door, and then pushed open the wooden door of the cabin with ease, but Hagrid was not the only one in the room.

"Professor Dumbledore, good morning?" Harry shook the big black fish in his hand, he didn't expect Dumbledore to appear here, "I'm going to make fish porridge, do you want to try it?"

"Thank you if it's not troublesome." Dumbledore smiled and nodded to Harry. As an old man, Dumbledore likes to try new things just like young people, and food that he has never heard of is no exception.

"The matter of adding a spoon, of course not." Harry, who regarded Hagrid's hut as his own, still felt a bit like a master, but Hagrid was also very happy about it, he liked this feeling very much.

"It looks like, Hagrid, you are going to go out? Why do you seem to be very nervous today?"

After Harry came in, Hagrid didn't say hello or speak, but opened and closed his mouth quickly, muttering something quickly.

"Ah? What?" Hagrid, who just came back to his senses, paused suddenly, "Oh, Harry, you're here." Hagrid smiled cheerfully, and scratched his somewhat messy hair, "Didn't I tell you before that I was going to take the dragon trainer qualification test? Today is the exam day, and I need to go to Wilson. Professor Dumbledore is willing to accompany me there, to be honest."

Hagrid swallowed his saliva, his nervousness was evident in his words, "...I'm a little unsure." He lowered his head slightly unconfidently, "If Professor Dumbledore hadn't said that he would accompany me there, I was really afraid that I would forget everything after I got there."

Although it might sound a little exaggerated, Hagrid is absolutely powerful. Even the most irritable fire dragon dares to fly lower. Hagrid took a ton-weight stone and threw it hard.

Physical indoctrination is lore for magical creatures, a beauty of sheer violence that rivals any art.

In terms of this level of taming ability, a hundred dragon tamers bundled together couldn't compare to Hagrid's fist.

But there is no way, who made him Hagrid? Before he entered the 'combat' state, Hagrid's character was a bit shy and easily nervous. He was not confident. Perhaps this had something to do with his growing up.

"Just keep calm."

Harry put the fish on the chopping board, then picked up an ax and chopped off the fish's head, chatting with Hagrid while doing things quickly.

"If you don't know what to do at that time, and if you feel panicked, you might as well close your eyes and think about how you played games with Noble."

"Will this work?" Hagrid stared at Harry with black eyes in surprise, "Don't lie to me, Harry, I'm really nervous now, if I don't get the certificate of dragon trainer, when will Norbert meet you openly."

It is a frustrating thing for Hagrid to have dragons but not to show them off. He really likes fire dragons and hopes that more people will like these cute little fire-breathing boys.

"You think it's too difficult to train a dragon. In fact, you are already a hundred times better than those dragon trainers who have obtained a certificate. Have you ever seen someone who can make a Soviet iron belly that is in the growth stage and super energetic so that it can lie obediently in the backyard without moving?"

"When you took Norbert for a walk in the Forbidden Forest, it was the first time I saw someone walk a fire dragon until it was panting like a dog with its tongue out, paws on the floor, and would rather sleep dead in place than continue to move."

Harry glanced at Dumbledore, and he saw that the old man also showed incredible surprise after hearing this. Dumbledore didn't seem to know how Hagrid trained Norbert.

"You see, Professor Dumbledore is shocked by you, which is remarkable, isn't it, Professor?"

Dumbledore nodded his head while watching the fish slices that were as thin as cicada's wings kept taking out his knife. He echoed, "This is indeed a remarkable thing, Hagrid. This is the first time I've heard that someone can train a fire dragon like this."

After Dumbledore nodded, Hagrid was inexplicably relieved. The person he believed in most in his life was Dumbledore. With his affirmation, Hagrid felt a big stone in his heart.

"Then I'll cook the porridge!" Hagrid, who was smiling immediately, also got busy. It wasn't the first time Harry came to him to make breakfast, nor was it the first time to invite him to drink porridge. "Would you like deep-fried dough sticks today? I really like that thing that looks like a baguette."

"I won't fry fried dough sticks today. The salted duck eggs I made a while ago are ready to eat now. They are very good for dinner."

A pile of thin fish fillets filled two large plates, and a dozen or so salted duck eggs were sliced, and the mouth-watering egg butter overflowed. We just waited for the white porridge in Hagrid's cauldron to boil, and then put the processed fish fillets into it to blanch, and today's breakfast was complete.

But because Harry and Hagrid are big-bellied men, eating a whole cow in one meal is not something to talk about, but it is really possible. The cauldron for making porridge is so big that a person can be stuffed into it. Although the flames below are burning very vigorously, there are some things that cannot be rushed.

Hagrid was stirring the cauldron with a big spoon and humming a little tune. Harry and Dumbledore sat opposite each other when they were free. To be honest, there was really nothing to talk about between the old and the young. Harry was closer to Grindelwald, and although Dumbledore wasn't very tasty, he was still somewhat sour.

'Obviously I met this child first'

It was probably such a small emotion, but Dumbledore had nothing to do about it. Who made him feel that he owed Harry's parents? After what happened last year, Dumbledore began to re-examine the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had been loyal to him after the incident last year was over.

He chilled those who were loyal to him, even though many of them didn't mind, didn't complain, and even still respected him and were willing to work for him, but if it happened again next time, then it would be hard to undo it.

The belated compensation Dumbledore is slowly advancing. He has a great influence in the magic world, but he hardly used the right that has been given to him before, but this does not mean that he does not or cannot use it.

The old and the young stared in silence for a moment, and finally it was Dumbledore who opened the conversation.

"Maybe Hagrid still needs a little time to cook the porridge. Can you go for a walk with me?"

"Of course, Professor, the morning at Hogwarts is beautiful."

(End of this chapter)