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Chapter 93 This is Magic
Andrew underestimated the dragon eggs and Hagrid a little.

After all, he had never taken a formal Care of Magical Creatures course, and he was confused by things like dragon-skin gloves and dragon dung compost.

If dragons were really that common, the wizarding world wouldn't need to build any protected areas, and there wouldn't be a bunch of wizards specializing in studying dragons. And a place like Gringotts wouldn't have a dragon as a guard.

To put it simply, there is only one principle behind this matter - this dragon is not that dragon.

Long ago, a wizard who specialized in the study of magical creatures successfully bred a subspecies of dragon - just as Hagrid later bred Blast-Ended Skrewts.

This bred sub-species of dragon has a high yield, grows fast, and its skin, blood, and internal organs all have some of the abilities of the native species. It has become the main livestock in wizard farms. The dragon leather gloves that Andrew and his friends each have a pair of are made from the skin of this subspecies.

How should I put it? The difference is like that between a yellow cattle and a rhino. But after being sold under the name of dragon liver and dragon blood for decades, this thing has become the real thing. As for the real dragon - try touching one...

That's why it was so difficult for Hagrid to get a real dragon egg - otherwise, considering the frequency of students changing a pair of gloves in a school year, there would be as many of these things as cattle and sheep, so why would it be so necessary to go through so much trouble?

"D... Professor Dumbledore..."

While Andrew and the others were wondering how their headmaster got here, Hagrid was so embarrassed that he almost pierced the carriage - he tried to stand up in the carriage.

This tall giant was like a child who had made a mistake in front of Dumbledore. He stood there without saying a word after getting off the carriage, but his hands were still tightly holding the dragon egg, and he was reluctant to let go.

So, when Andrew and the others came down, the dragon egg was very worthy of Hagrid's care. It made a cracking sound and cracked gorgeously in front of everyone.

???

Damn it?

Andrew froze in place, Huffman was dumbfounded, and even Hagrid's eyes widened - but as he subconsciously exerted force with his hands, the egg cracked even wider, and the yolk fell directly to the ground with a plop, along with a large amount of egg white, and scattered all over the floor.

No way——right?

Just when Andrew was thinking that this was the end and all Professor McGonagall's plans were ruined, Dumbledore tapped his wand gently.

The yolk began to recover, the egg white began to condense, and the remaining eggshell in Hagrid's hand fell to the ground with a wave of his wand, collecting the things on the ground back and turning it into a perfect dragon egg again.

"What a joke!"

Andrew's mouth opened wide. Is this time going backwards?

No, he vaguely felt a little bit of Transfiguration, but he couldn't be sure at all - did this have anything to do with Transfiguration?

"Dragon Egg Repairing Charm," Dumbledore explained, perhaps because he found the student's stunned look very interesting. "It is often used to repair dragon eggs that have been stepped on by an angry mother dragon. Currently, any dragon eggs that have been found no older than twelve hours can be repaired."

This is too magical...

But Andrew thought about the spell that could regenerate limbs, and then thought about the people who were saved without falling to their death on the spot - it didn't seem so strange.

"Before you came back, I inquired about this dragon egg - but there is no record of dragon eggs being lost in any major protected areas," Dumbledore smiled. "I suspect someone may have stolen and sold it, which happens occasionally." "I don't want it to be caught for breeding and then disposed of..." Hagrid muttered softly, but the people present heard it quite clearly.

Ok?
Breeding? Hybrid dragon?

Andrew thought about it, and when he thought about it with his dragon-skin gloves, he roughly understood the situation - breeding, hybrid, bastard, in order to expand production or improve quality, secretly bribe the administrator to register the crushed dragon eggs as not repaired, and then secretly transport them out and sell them.

As for whether the buyer is just guarding the house or expanding production, the upstream side doesn’t know?
Not sure, but there must be a story behind it, maybe it has something to do with Hagrid - although the speedrunner didn't say it, but considering that Dumbledore set up Hagrid first, maybe it was to confuse Hagrid...

While Andrew was daydreaming, Dumbledore had handed the repaired dragon egg back to Hagrid. "I have discussed this with Kettleburn. He will be responsible for hatching and caring for this severely damaged dragon egg until it has the strength to make the long journey."

"Considering that it is unsafe to hatch in the castle, Professor Kettleburn has decided to place the hatching site at your place, and you will be in charge of it - and you are required to keep a detailed observation diary."

Hagrid almost jumped up, but didn't.

"As for you, Mr. Taylor and Mr. Huffman," Dumbledore turned around, "you will go to Hagrid every week to check on the dragon's health and whether it can survive the journey, and then give Professor McGonagall a report."

President, please explain clearly, are you going to capture the dragon and wait for it to lay eggs before sending it away, or are you going to wait until the two professors have had their fill?

Andrew couldn't figure it out for the time being, but one thing was certain - the other professor was no pushover either.

Otherwise, why would we let two students monitor the progress?
No, Andrew suddenly remembered - it wasn't just Hagrid who submitted the report to apply for the dragon, but also that professor!

"Well, that's about all I have to tell you, Hagrid," Dumbledore smiled. "I think we should go and put it away first, and then wait for Professor Kettleburn to come over there."

...

"Is everything alright?"

Andrew thought Dumbledore would leave after telling him everything, but the fact that he joined the team made him a little panicked.

Fortunately, Huffman next to him did not look very normal either - that's right, even if we put aside the halos surrounding Dumbledore, the position of headmaster alone puts a lot of pressure on students, not to mention the added bonus brought by a series of limited titles.

If this were an online game world, Dumbledore's title alone would be enough to light up half of the school, and it would be shining.

After his mind gradually calmed down, Andrew suddenly remembered something strange - Huffman next to him called himself Huffman when they first met, but it was not until today that he realized that this was a surname...

"It's probably not polite to ask him in person, so I'll ask him later."

Andrew followed behind the team, lost in thought, Huffman was in front of him, looking surprised, and at the front, Dumbledore and Hagrid were communicating.

In this way, this team with a very strange atmosphere quickly approached Hagrid's hut, and then was led into the house by Hagrid at the greeting of a very timid dog.

(End of this chapter)