Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 79 Allow me to have ten seconds of emo

"Oh, that's an egg! I thought it was a big piece of coal. After all, it's black and doesn't seem to burn," Ron exclaimed in shock.

"Didn't you notice that it's oval-shaped?" Hermione retorted.

"Uh, well, what is that?" Hagrid frantically stroked his beard, unable to think of a reason to make amends.

Robin got up and squatted down next to the water heater, carefully examining the large egg located in the center of the fire. It was dark and about the size of a medium-sized jackfruit, with a surface like frosted glass and many raised particles.

"Hagrid, how long until it hatches?"

"Probably in a few weeks."

Hagrid replied helplessly, "Well, after enduring the high temperature for so long, the secret of the 'dragon egg' was exposed in no time after we entered the house. Who wouldn't feel helpless and discouraged?"

However, he wasn't the only one feeling deflated in the room; another was...

Luo Bin: Tui~ Comparison is the thief of joy. My Australian protein eyes still have one year, ten months, and eight days before they hatch. Allow me 10 seconds to be emo.

Ten seconds later, Robin was fully recovered. He found a branch and wanted to poke the dragon egg (swearing he wasn't just venting his anger). He had only poked it two or three times when Hagrid came over.

"I advise you not to do that. I read in 'Analysis of the Confusing Behavior of Rathalos Hatchlings' that some hatchlings can sense the outside world while still in their eggshells. Be careful, it might hold a grudge and chase you around biting your butt after hatching."

Luo Bin: Uh, chase after his butt and bite him? The image is too beautiful for me to imagine.

"Okay, but what are you going to do after it hatches?" Robin asked, throwing away the stick.

"Although I won it while drinking at the Pig's Head Bar and playing cards with a strange, unfamiliar merchant, I really care about it. I've read a lot of books about dragons, and I've memorized all the important parts. To be honest, I've never been this serious when I was cramming for my final exams in school."

Hagrid pulled a thick book with large print from a box under his bed and continued, "This is my favorite, 'Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit.' It's very comprehensive, and every point is explained in detail."

"Through it, I learned that I had won a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon egg. Look, I converted the cabin into an incubator according to what was written on it. I also signed a contract with the village to purchase chicken blood brandy. The book said that the dragon cubs have a big appetite and need to be fed a bucket every half hour."

"Hagrid, it's a dragon, and a fire-breathing dragon at that. Don't forget, your hut is made of wood except for its stone foundation. This isn't a suitable place to keep a dragon. You need to get rid of it before it hatches."

Hagrid pretended not to hear, and while poking the fire with his tongs, he hummed a Yorkshire tune happily.

This stubborn attitude infuriated Little Chili. On the way back to the castle, she was still saying that raising a fire dragon in the wooden house was like walking on a knife's edge.

However, once inside the castle, she stopped talking, fearing that someone might overhear and report Hagrid.

Tsk, a typical sharp tongue but a soft heart.

From that day on, in addition to worrying about homework, studying, and monitoring the fourth-floor corridor, the four of them also had to find ways to cover for Hagrid.

For example, when they glimpsed Professor Sprout heading toward the hunting grounds, one man cornered her under the pretext of asking her about herbal knowledge, while another ran to the cabin to inform her.

Similar situations have occurred many times, but fortunately, the four of them took turns, so the professors did not notice anything amiss.

The four of them thought the fire dragon would hatch in May, but one day in mid-April, while they were having breakfast on the first floor, an owl carrying a note fluttered into Luo Bin's arms.

It's about to hatch.

Although the note was unsigned, the group immediately recognized it as a gift from Hagrid.

Harry saw the postman wink and nuzzle his roommate, and felt a pang of disappointment and jealousy. "Robin, I saved it that night too, but why?"

Yes, the energetic postman in front of us is the turkey that was attacked by the black spiders that night. Hagrid has taken good care of it; its white feathers are glossy, and its muscles are well-proportioned and strong.

That night, Harry suffered terribly trying to save it and its cubs. The reason it was closer to Robin was because: whoever feeds you is your mother (whoever feeds you is God!).

Here, that's for you!

Robin shoved Notta (the turkey's name) into Harry's arms, and the lemon scent around them gradually faded away.

"When are we going to the cabin?"

Harry asked, twirling a feather between his fingers.

"Let's go after we finish eating," Ron suggested, munching on a large chicken leg.

"Did you get the date wrong? Today isn't Wednesday (there's no class on the first period on Wednesday), it's Tuesday. After lunch, we have to go to the third greenhouse for herbalism class, and then we have to go for charms class," Hermione retorted.

"Skipping a class or two won't hurt. Besides, you've already learned everything that's taught in class!" Ron said dismissively.

"No, I don't agree to skip class to go to Hagrid's."

"Oh dear, why are you so stubborn? The knowledge is written in the books. Whether you read it a little earlier or a little later, it doesn't make a big difference. But how many times in our lifetime will we see a dragon hatchling emerge from its shell?"

"No, skipping class isn't just about missing knowledge points; if Sprout sends someone looking for us and happens to find the hunting lodge, it'll be a huge problem for him!"

Shh~ Don't say anything, someone's eavesdropping.

Robin covered Hermione's mouth and whispered a reminder.

The three of them turned and looked around after hearing this. Finally, a few meters away from the table, they saw Malfoy with a wicked grin on his face. How much of what he heard was actually true?

Ron couldn't stand the other party's smug "Aha, we've got you covered" attitude. He stood up, clenched his fists, and pretended to rush forward to punch them. Malfoy, who hadn't brought his two bodyguards with him today, was so scared that he covered his eyes and ran away.

"Coward!" Ron muttered, retracting his fist.

"Um, we shouldn't be discussing this in the Great Hall. I wonder how much of what Malfoy heard?"

"Anyone who sees the words on the note will get so excited that they forget some of the rules they're supposed to follow. Don't blame yourself too much. Come on, it's almost time; we should go to our herbalism class."

On the way to the third greenhouse, Hermione's mood improved considerably after being persuaded by Robin and Harry, and she agreed to go to the hunting lodge during the break between classes (9:45-10:15).

So, when they heard the school bell ringing from the castle, before Professor Sprout could even call for the end of get out of class, the four of them dropped their mud-covered shovels and ran to the hunting lodge at a speed fit for a sprint.

"Oh dear, if you don't come soon, I'm going to go to the castle to call you. Come in quickly, the cracks on the egg are getting bigger and bigger."

Hagrid's face was as red as the evening clouds, whether from the heat or from excessive excitement.

Once Robin entered the room, he knew the answer, and Hagrid's face was definitely burning red.

The cabin has been upgraded; it's been transformed from a sauna into a boiler room, with waves of heat hitting you one after another.

"Hagrid, aren't you hot?"

Haila pulled his mole fur coat tighter and muttered, "It's alright, warm and quite comfortable."

Well, maybe the physical sensations of a half-giant are different from those of an ordinary person!

(End of this chapter)