Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 214 Porter's Law
The hatching of the dragon eggs was much faster than Kyle thought. Just a few days after the Easter holiday, he received a letter from Hagrid.

Only four words were written on it: "It's about to come out of the shell."

The handwriting was more scribbled than ever before, and it was crooked. Kyle was sure that even when Hagrid was writing this note, he never took his eyes off the dragon egg.

As long as he glanced at the parchment, the words would not be crooked like this.

But it was also understandable, after all, raising a dragon was Hagrid's long-cherished wish, and now it was a critical moment for the hatching of dragon eggs, so it was not easy for him to remember to write a letter to himself.

Kyle hurried to Hagrid's hut after eating a few quick mouthfuls of grilled sausage.

"You came just in time, it will come out soon."

Hagrid opened the door and said excitedly, "I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep all night."

The egg had left the fireplace, and now lay on the table, still shaking every now and then.

But to Kyle's disappointment, he didn't see any cracks in the egg.

"Judging from the shaking frequency, it will take about two hours for it to break the shell." Kyle sighed.

The dragon eggs hatched around ten o'clock in the morning, and he was probably still taking a transformation class on the third floor of the castle at that time.

It would be great if it could be a day earlier. Yesterday morning was herbal medicine class, and the third greenhouse they went to was next to the nearby field. He could definitely come and take a look during the break between classes.

But not today.

After Transfiguration was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Kyle didn't want to be late if he could.

……

After returning to the castle, Kyle was still thinking about it.

The first three days after the fire dragon hatches are the best time for them to get along with each other. At this time, the young dragon seems to have just woken up, and the body is still in a state of adaptation. All living things you see have a natural affinity.

If you miss it, it will be much more difficult to establish a good relationship with them later.

It seems that in the past three days, I have made several trips to Hagrid's place.

Of course, gifts are definitely indispensable. No special preparation is required, just dried meat and fish will do.

These are things that Norwegian Ridgebacks like, and they are perfect for brushing favorability.

To some extent, raising a dragon is not much different from raising a cat.

In the Transfiguration class, Kyle absently listened to Professor McGonagall's words, then raised his wand, turning the rabbit in front of him into a glittering and delicate trophy.

"The shape is perfect, and there is no hair left. If it was a month ago, I should have given you five points..."

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from the side.

"I understand your determination to win the game, but I have to remind you that what we are going to change to in this class are slippers... You can't walk with the Quidditch trophy on."

"Sorry, Professor..."

Kyle blushed, and quickly waved his wand again, turning the trophy into a pair of fluffy slippers with cat ears.

Professor McGonagall showed a satisfied expression.

"Stop thinking about it next time in class."

"Three points for Hufflepuff."

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After finally waiting until noon, Kyle left the classroom quickly after class, planning to get acquainted with the newborn baby dragon first.

When passing by the entrance of the auditorium, he also saw Harry and Malfoy.

But Kyle didn't think it was strange, as long as you're not in class, you can always find Malfoy near Harry, it's common sense...

Only today they look a little different.

Malfoy was next to Crabbe and Goyle, giggling loudly and triumphantly.

Harry, on the other hand, looked at them nervously, as if he had been caught by something.

And the two only had each other in their eyes, and neither of them noticed Kyle who just walked past.

Tsk tsk... Malfoy managed to squeeze Ron out of the way?
Kyle looked back at them curiously.

But after 10 minutes, he knew what was going on.

"So, Malfoy saw the Norwegian Ridgeback too?"

"I, I'm not sure." Hagrid said a little lowly: "I only saw him lying on the window, but I didn't notice when he came."

Kyle glanced back at the window where Hagrid pointed, frowned and said:

"I think Malfoy just saw something on the table, but didn't know it was a dragon."

"Really?" Hagrid asked a little excitedly.

If Malfoy didn't see it, wouldn't that mean he didn't have to send Norbert away?

"I'm just guessing," Kyle said.

The position of the window was not high, and most of it was blocked by curtains, leaving only a small gap. If someone stood in front of the table, it should be able to block the other party's view.

But it's hard to say exactly how much they can block. After all, Kyle was not there at the time, so he didn't know where Harry and the others were.

But as far as he knew, Malfoy would never let go of any opportunity to trouble Harry. If he had really seen the dragon, he would not have appeared in the auditorium just now, but Snape's office.

Kyle comforted Hagrid a few more words, then took out a small dried fish, stepped forward to tease the newborn baby dragon.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a fire dragon. Although the little guy was just born and was not as big as a kettle, his teeth were already very sharp, and he easily bit the little dried fish in half.

"Kyle...is it really okay for you to feed it this?"

Hagrid asked nervously: "I remember the book said it should drink chicken blood brandy at this time, and it will be fed after a week."

With that said, Hagrid also took out the copy of "Breeding Dragons for Fun and Profit" that was kept under the pillow.

He has been watching this recently. Although the content inside is a bit outdated, it is very comprehensive, including the complete process of raising fire dragons.

"The ones you mentioned are only the standards of artificial breeding. For fire dragons living in the wild, they can't find chicken blood brandy."

Kyle took out another small fish and said: "In fact, for some fire dragons, such as the Norwegian Ridgeback or the Hungarian Horntail, they can eat normally after breaking their shells... Those sharp teeth are not just for watch."

"Yes, is that so?" Hagrid blinked blankly.

But seeing how happy Norber was eating the dried fish, he chose to believe Kyle's words.

It doesn't matter if it's brandy or dried fish, as long as it likes it.

Soon, a pack of dried fish was drained, and the little guy belched contentedly, and spewed out a small cluster of flames from his mouth.

"It seems that Norbert likes to eat fish..." Hagrid said with a happy face, "Oh, by the way, you probably don't know that Norbert is the name I named it."

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(End of this chapter)