Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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The next few weeks were peaceful, and everyone, whether it was Quirrell and Voldemort or Harry Potter and his friends, seemed to be busy with their own affairs.

Some people forgot about the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the school, and some people briefly forgot about the final exam...

Anriel's other subject teachers are basically considering whether to let him continue with the exam -

So as not to destroy the confidence of other students. I mean destroy, not attack...

As for astronomy, haha, there is no way I’m going to fail.

Until one day, Anriel saw a person in the library who would never normally appear there.

Hagrid.

He held four or five thick tomes in his arms.

This is not a scene you see every day:

Hmm, "Care for the scales of a young fire dragon", "Breeding and protecting fire dragons"...

It's Easter now, so maybe Hagrid traded his chocolate egg for a dragon egg...

Haha, just kidding.

It seems that Hagrid is very particular about this egg. He even reads a different book every day.

Anriel stopped Hagrid:

"Hey, Hagrid, why are you in the mood for reading lately?"

"Ah... uh... I, uh, just took a look."

Hagrid seemed not to have noticed Anriel just now. After being addressed by him, he dropped several books in his arms to the ground.

Anriel waved his hand, and the books fell back into Hagrid's arms:

"I want to remind you that you cannot keep an illegal pet that can breathe fire and grow to be dozens of feet tall when it grows up in a forest full of flammable materials."

He shrugged and held the book tighter in his arms, as if he was nodding slightly, or it could be because Anriel had an illusion of his trembling beard when he looked up at his tall body.

"Also, if this thing is discovered, you have to think about how you can send something like that away without being discovered."

To Hagrid, it sounded like he had "already" gotten a dragon -

But, in fact, it was true, and he had no way to refute it.

However, even if Hagrid wanted to keep such a "cute", "kind", "furry" little pet...

Well, he was the only one who thought so. According to common sense, Nobeta and her kind should be classified as "dangerous and terrifying high-risk magical creatures".

Hagrid should also be aware that keeping a "high-risk" magical creature in the recognized sense is an unquestionable violation of the law.

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However, there is no need to tell Dumbledore about such a small matter.

Not to mention that the old man might have had sufficient psychological expectations that Hagrid could do such a thing...

Even if Anriel had gone and told them, our gamekeeper would not have been thrown into Azkaban by some people with ulterior motives because of this matter. Compared to the blame that this poor big friend had to bear fifty years ago, raising a dragon is not a big deal at all.

And Anriel hasn't been to the principal's office for several months, mainly because it was boring and cold in winter.

Hogwarts' "exam kings" began preparing for the final exams at Christmas.

The noble Ravenclaws are at the forefront, while the hardworking Hufflepuffs and the brave Gryffindors are equally important...

And some cool Slytherin seniors who are confident and unexpectedly hardworking.

You know, this is a standard academic school.

They won't have their final exams until June...

Ah, I've strayed off topic. As for the winter that just passed, God knows which one was worse, the magical heating system at Hogwarts or the one in a residential area without property management...

It was hard for Anriel, a man who had lived in the 21st century for nearly years, to suddenly have to rely on a fireplace for heating in winter...

It would be uncomfortable for anyone.

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Fortunately, it is Easter now, the long and cold winter has officially come to an end, and we have officially entered a spring with flowers blooming and everything reviving. It is the time for the "疴锿" little fire dragon to break out of its shell...

Wait, Fire Dragon...

Anriel's hand shook, and the glass cup that should have been shaped like plasticine exploded into countless pieces with a bang.

Fortunately, no one was hurt.

I guess the Gryffindor trio are rushing to Hagrid's hut right now.

In fact, Anriel also wanted to see what the scene would be like when a fire dragon hatched. Before they grow up, they might be really cute.

It's rare that someone agrees with Hagrid's point of view. Anriel doesn't mind giving it a try.

Anriel put the repaired cup back in its place, greeted Professor Flitwick, expressed his non-existent apology, and walked straight out of the study room.

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Hagrid's Hut.

The four people gathered around the table, staring at the large iron-gray egg on the table. Hagrid looked particularly excited, as if he wanted to hold the dragon egg in his arms.

Or, if it weren't so hot, and the power of the dragonet hatching was like a small explosion, Hagrid would do so.

Anriel had arrived at the school gate, less than five minutes away from Hagrid's hut.

In the distance a blond child ran towards the cabin.

It's Malfoy.

He didn't notice Anriel.

However, even if he noticed it, he didn't dare to show that arrogant expression in front of Anriel.

Otherwise, Anriel would have to educate Lucius and let him know that some people really don't mind leaving him with an unforgettable memory.

Being arrogant is fine when it comes to people of the same age, but being arrogant to seniors is like asking for death...

Anriel waved his magic wand lightly, and a silver eagle flew out from the tip of the wand. Its sharp eagle eyes were vivid, as if someone was looking outside through its eyes.

In fact it is.

Anriel turned and walked into the castle. He had already told the guardian angel what he wanted to see, what he wanted to do, and even what he wanted to convey. Now he just needed to go back and wait.

Whoever came up with this method of application is a genius.

Soon, Anriel "saw" Malfoy running back to the castle with a look of surprise and malice on his face. A few minutes later, Hagrid's huge figure appeared at the door of his hut.

Harry and the other two left the cabin quickly. Anriel felt that they must be feeling uneasy at this moment.

He flapped his wings and flew off towards Hagrid's hut.

"Hey, where's the eagle... No, wait, who are you?"

Hagrid cocked the crossbow and stared at Anriel for a moment, and was surprised to find that it was actually a Patronus.

The silver goshawk scanned the area with its sharp eagle eyes, and then looked at the wrinkled "black umbrella" on the table.

Its appearance is not really beautiful. Overall it looks like a malnourished, shrunken lizard with bat wings.

Anyone who knows its name will know the origin of the name when they see it for the first time.

A row of sharp, disorderly barbs like wolf teeth were inserted into Norbert's back without any rules.

That’s why this creature is called a “ridgeback dragon.” In addition, it has a pair of sharp claws on the tips of its wrinkled gray-black wings, which are probably poisonous.

Oh no, this ferocious newborn magical creature doesn’t have a name yet, so we can’t call him Norbert or Norbeta.

"Hagrid, I told you."

Anriel's voice came from the eagle's beak, and Hagrid was startled.

Perhaps he was surprised at Anriel's magic level, or perhaps he was surprised at how well-informed he was.

But seriously, you have a shabby wooden house right here. If I don't look for it here, am I going to look for the giant spider in the Forbidden Forest?

Anriel thought to himself and explained the seriousness of the matter to Hagrid again.

Apparently, this advice, delivered in the form of a standard Ministry notification, was more effective than a warning from three first-year children.

No matter how much Hagrid liked this ferocious creature cub, he had to consider how to send it away.

To Hagrid, it was like cutting him with a blunt knife dipped in salt water...

Anriel knew this very well, so he gave Hagrid some advice -

Ron's brother, Charlie.

However, these things had nothing to do with Anriel. What was his mentality in getting involved?

He knew very well that it was what fans dreamed of...

Sense of participation.

If time travel really happened to you, no one would be willing to be a civilian Muggle after knowing the plot, right? Huh?

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