Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"Sometimes, an adult female fire dragon will be unable to take care of her eggs due to some accidents. Now we get it again, so what do we need to do?"

Hagrid read word for word,

"Female fire dragons usually breathe into their eggs, which means that if we want to hatch the eggs, we must first give the eggs a suitable environment to imitate the environment created by the female fire dragon."

"---So it was right for me to put it on the fire to roast." Hagrid patted his thigh and his beard curled up. "Then after waiting for a while, we will have a broken egg. And a young fire dragon.”

"Female fire dragons don't suck. They usually drain the blood of a prey completely and then throw the newborn dragon inside. So, here we choose to use fresh blood, preferably with some brandy. "

Hagrid nodded while reading, and when he was excited, he made gestures on the table with his thick fingers, as if he was taking notes.

Su Er looked at it with a speechless expression.

I'm afraid, even when he was in school, Hagrid had never been so serious. What would the professor who taught Hagrid think if he saw this scene.

"There is a problem here, Hagrid." Suer reminded, "The flames spit out by the fire dragon shouldn't be ordinary fire, right?"

"Huh?" Hagrid looked up from the book blankly, blinking his little eyes.

Soul pointed to the passage that Hagrid had read, "Look here, the dragon egg has to pass through the breath of the fire dragon mother."

"Fire dragons are creatures with very powerful magical properties, and the flames they spit out are by no means ordinary flames." Suer said patiently, "This means that it is either full of some kind of magical properties, or it is The temperature is extremely high.”

"As for ordinary flames, only the periphery has the best temperature. Placing it in the center of the flame like you do may not achieve the incubation conditions it needs."

"In other words, it probably won't hatch."

"What should we do?" Hagrid continued to blink.

"Magic flame should be fine." Soul sighed and continued to remind, "Go to Diagon Alley and have a look. There may be something you need there."

"You're right, I'm going to go now." Hagrid took it easy, stood up and picked up his coat, and then left the cabin without looking back.

Soul was immediately dumbfounded. He couldn't help but sigh and looked reluctantly at the furry horns that Hagrid picked up from the Forbidden Forest all over the room.

Finally, he glanced at the dragon eggs that were still roasting in the fire, carefully closed the door and left the hut.

There is no one with the biggest heart in the world than Rubeus Hagrid.

Now that I have nothing to do, I'd better go to the library and do my homework honestly. I hope Hermione has completed one homework during this period of time.

This way he can learn from it.

However, it was almost lunch time. He could go to the cafeteria to have a meal first, then take a short break before going to do his homework.

Let Hermione's quill swing a little longer~

In the afternoon, in the library, Harry and Ron were busy writing and writing. In fact, they were scratching the parchment with their quills.

Soul's appearance cheered up the two of them.

But Soul seemed to have not seen the two of them. After deceiving Hermione away with a few words, he took out his wand and recited a spell until he was satisfied and placed the parchment conjured by the spell.

"Oh, how are you? Ron, Harry."

Ron and Harry were stunned by Soul's series of operations and nodded blankly.

Soul hummed a little tune and took out a blank piece of parchment, casually carried Hermione's History of Magic to his side and started copying.

Although he did not remember what homework Professor Binns assigned, it was most likely an expansion of the content in the last class, which was pretty much the same.

Professor Binns doesn’t read students’ homework anyway, so that’s good.

Hermione came back, holding a thick book in her hand, and glanced suspiciously at Soul, who was trying to copy the words in the book onto the parchment on his seat.

After throwing the book next to him, she continued to complete her unfinished homework.

Ron looked at Soul who was as if nothing had happened, then at Hermione, opened his mouth, but stopped talking...

Time is like a gust of wind that suddenly blows over and disappears.

The fact that there was a dragon egg in Hagrid's hut was discovered by Ron and Harry, who slipped over to play in the middle of their homework.

When the two little wizards returned to the library to do their homework, it was as if they had discovered a shocking secret. They wanted to reveal it, but they were worried about something.

Soul kindly explained to them.

"It seems that you have discovered that there is a dragon egg in Hagrid's place, right?" Suer looked at the two little wizards who looked uncomfortable, "I have known it for a long time."

"You already knew?!" Harry's eyes widened, "If Ron hadn't had a brother who worked at a dragon farm, he wouldn't have even recognized that it was a dragon egg."

"It wasn't just me, Hermione knew too, we saw it the day after Hagrid got it." Soul shrugged.

Harry looked at Hermione stupidly, "But why does Hermione look like..."

"She and I both think that raising dragons is a cool thing." Sule said in a flat tone what Harry and Ron thought were fantasy.

"Instead of worrying about this, you should finish your homework first, Ron and Harry." Hermione glared at Soul and said to Harry and Ron, "If you don't hand in your homework by the end of the holiday, you can imagine what will happen. Look at the faces of Professors McGonagall and Snape, and especially you, Harry."

"You're right, Hermione." Harry imagined the words that would come out of Snape's mouth at 37 degrees Celsius if he didn't finish his homework. He shuddered and pinched his feathers from the bottom of his heart. Pen.

But not long after writing, the two of them bumped into each other and started talking.

Soul and Hermione looked at each other and shook their heads.

Forget it...it's hopeless...just wait to die.

Neville finally came out of the dormitory. In fact, he had to come out because the professors' homework was always treated equally by the students.

"So, it was Malfoy who used the freezing spell on you that day?" Suer turned the quill in his hand.

"I just said, it must be Malfoy." Ron got excited and slammed the table angrily.

"Dong dong..." Mrs. Pingsi knocked on the bookshelf hard and cast her cold gaze over.

Ron's head shrank and he kept saying, "I guessed it was him. People in the Malfoy family love to do such bad things. They are all bad people."

"If you can't keep quiet in the library, I'm going to ask you to go out." Mrs. Pince's eyes flashed with fire, and she approached sinisterly.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Pince." Ron apologized timidly.

ps: I woke up with a few more low scores. I was a little confused and a little uncomfortable.

This book is the first one I wrote. I originally thought that not many people would read it, but thanks to it, many friends thought it was okay. This really gave me a lot of motivation.

The story of HP is a given. If you want to write something different, you have to be original. How can I say that the feeling of originality is not elegant, it is like it is convenient, it is clearly in the mouth, but it cannot come out.

It was very difficult some time ago, and it is even more difficult.

I am not saying this here to gain sympathy.

……

There’s a lot more I want to say, but forget it, I still have you guys anyway.

I’m sending you two updates today. The Chinese New Year is about to come, and it’s another high-incidence period. Please pay attention to safety and be well.

happy New Year.