The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Now, several of them discovered that they might have something new to worry about: What would happen to Hagrid if someone found him illegally raising a dragon in his cabin?

I guess Hagrid will definitely be sent to Azkaban, right?Thinking of the poor, helpless but very edible Hagrid huddled in Azkaban, several people decided to try to persuade Hagrid in a few days.

One day at breakfast, Hedwig brought Harry a note from Hagrid, which said only four words: hatching soon.

Rolf also received Harry's message immediately. They agreed to meet at Hogwarts Castle after class in the evening to persuade Hagrid.

Of course, they were trying to persuade Hagrid, while Rolf was trying to trick Hagrid, but the essence was still different.

At noon, Rolf was preparing to enjoy a delicious lunch. After being hungry all morning, he finally had something hot to eat.

Rolf felt that today's roast chicken was particularly tempting. The skin was roasted until it was brown and shiny, and it was garnished with white sesame seeds. He couldn't help but salivate.

Rolf picked up a chicken leg, and golden oil dripped down the crispy skin of the chicken leg, and began to spread its fragrance into the air.

He felt that his taste buds were being teased by the fragrance, and he couldn't help but take a sip of the oil that was about to drip.

Before taking this bite, just by the contact between the lips and the chicken leg, you can feel that the chicken leg meat is still tender under the crispy skin.

Moreover, the oil is not as greasy as expected, and coupled with the deliciousness of the gravy and the spiciness from the skin, it gives people a very rich taste experience.

Rolf was reluctant to suck all the juice out of the chicken leg in one breath. He just took a brief bite and bit off a piece of chicken leg meat.

Compared with the juice that is absorbed immediately in the mouth, chicken thigh meat is undoubtedly more satisfying to people's taste buds.

The moment your teeth bite down, the crispy "click" of the crispy skin stimulates your salivary glands.The chicken thigh meat inside is really tender and can be easily eaten in one bite.

There is still a lot of juice locked in the meat, which bursts out in your mouth as you chew.

This juice was a little different from the one he sucked before. Its meaty aroma was stronger, which was undoubtedly a wonderful enjoyment for meat eaters!

The spicy flavor that follows stimulates the tongue and saliva, and the burning feeling is like a burning beach.

Just as Rolf was enjoying the taste sensation brought by the roast chicken, Ron ran over and said that they were going to have a look now and asked him if he wanted to come together.

Rolf was really defeated by their curiosity, so he had to quickly grab another chicken leg and stand up in a hurry.

Then he called Malfoy, who was still on the long Slytherin table, trying to look over here, and hurriedly followed them to Hagrid's hut to have a look.

After all, being able to witness the birth of a dragon was an opportunity that Malfoy didn't want to miss.

The sun was high in the sky, shining brightly across the castle, as they hurried across the grounds toward the edge of the forbidden forest.

From a distance, they saw a tall figure waiting there. It was Hagrid who came to greet them.

Seeing that his face was glowing and he was very excited, people who didn't know it thought his wife was giving birth.

"It's coming out soon, you came just in time!" Hagrid told several people excitedly, and let them into the hut.

The dragon egg was lying on Hagrid's huge table. There was a deep crack in the originally dark eggshell.

It seemed like something was constantly moving inside, making a funny clicking sound.

Several people moved their chairs closer to the table, hoping to observe more clearly. They held their breath and watched closely. After all, not everyone can see the complete birth process of a dragon.

Suddenly, with a harsh scratching sound, the entire eggshell cracked from the middle.

A small dragon was flapping unsteadily on the table. It wasn't actually pretty. If it weren't for its pair of wings, Rolf would have thought it was a lizard.

It looked like a crumpled black umbrella, its spiny wings dwarfed by its thin, gray body.

It also has a long, big nose with white nostrils, two horns on its head, and orange-red eyes that protrude outward.

It may be because it just left the warm flame and couldn't help but sneeze, and a few sparks came out of its nose.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid murmured with blurry eyes as if looking at his lover.

He stretched out a hand and touched the little dragon's head, but the little dragon didn't appreciate it and bit his finger, revealing its long pointed teeth.

"Oh my god, look, it knows its mother!" Hagrid shouted excitedly.

Apparently, Hagrid misunderstood what the little dragon meant. It was obvious that it didn't want anyone to touch him.

"Hagrid," Hermione said, "I think you have a good idea of ​​how quickly Norwegian Ridgebacks grow."

"It is not suitable for living in a school, and you live in a wooden house and it is close to the Forbidden Forest. I think the entire highland will be burned down if you are not careful." Rolf was alarmed from the side.

"Just let it go," Harry advised. "Let it go. Otherwise, if you are discovered, you will probably be captured in Azkaban."

"I can't," Hagrid said sadly, "It's too young and will probably die if it leaves its mother."

"I decided to call him Norbert," Hagrid looked at the little dragon with tear-filled eyes and said, "It really knows me now, you look at it. Norbert! Norbert! Where is mom?"

"Hagrid," Harry raised his voice, "In a few weeks, Norbert will be as big as your house. Your cabin will obviously not be able to accommodate the two of you."

Hagrid bit his lip. "I...I know I can't keep it forever, but I can't just throw it away, no way." Hagrid said affectionately like an old mother.

"I think I could keep this dragon," Rolf said again.

In fact, he couldn't help but speak a few times before, but he knew that if he proposed to adopt the dragon from the beginning, Hagrid would most likely or definitely refuse, and even become suspicious of him.

"Our farm has a license to raise dragons. You can keep Norbert on my farm. If you miss him, you can go and see him." Rolf said slowly in the eyes of everyone.

Rolf's last words were, to Hagrid, like God opening another window for him after closing the door.

"Really? That's great, Rolf. I believe Mr. Scamander will take good care of him." Hagrid said with joy as he wiped away the mournful expression before.

Rolf ran back to Hufflepuff's common room, took out the box used to conceal the farm system, and finally took Norbert into the farm under Hagrid's reluctant eyes.

As for what I said before, Hagrid can visit him at any time?Hagrid is probably going to be the professor of Care of Magical Creatures soon, so how can he have time?

Therefore, Rolf is not worried about his grandparents finding out about raising a dragon.

Very good. Once Norbert grows a little longer, he will probably be able to provide himself with dragon blood.