Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Harry and Ron, who were watching from the side, became more and more anxious to send it away - the more curious they were before, the more scared they were now.

Vaughn ignored their chatter and leaned in to observe the tiny Norwegian Spinosaurus. He asked Hagrid, "You call it Norbert?"

Hagrid sniffled and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, look, what a fine fellow."

Observing the little dragon, Vaughn said unceremoniously, "It seems you really aren't suited to raising dragons, Hagrid. This little fellow is a female dragon."

"..." Hagrid, who was sobbing, stopped talking immediately. Harry and Ron also fell silent. The three of them stared with wide eyes. Only Hermione quickly took back her notebook and filled in "female" in the gender column of "Norbert".

"How about giving it a new name, Norbeta?"

Vaughan first looked at Hagrid, and finding that he was still in a daze, he looked at Hermione.

Hermione thought about it and nodded: "It sounds nice."

Thus, the new name of the little Norwegian Spinosaurus was decided.

Vaughn stretched out a finger and tentatively touched its head.

As if feeling that Vaughn's skin was more tender, the ferocious little guy immediately let go of Hagrid's fingers and bit Vaughn.

Then--

Snapped!

Vaughn bent his fingers and flicked it hard. The little dragon's long and thin neck flipped back and it fell to the ground with a scream.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hagrid finally came to his senses and hurried to protect it.

"This is how you should tame a wild animal. You can't spoil it. Otherwise, the better you treat it, the less it will recognize its place."

Vaughn ignored Hagrid's protests, cast a silent and wandless levitation spell, and caught the Charmander in his hand through the air.

This little guy, who has been particularly arrogant since birth, seemed to have finally sensed the danger, and the fine scales on his skinny body stood up one by one.

It first let out a threatening growl, but when Vaughn's eyes lit up with a glimmer of magic, Norbeta, as a magical creature, sensed the fluctuations of magic and was so frightened that he collapsed in Vaughn's hands.

On the side, was Guoguocha, who had stretched out his cat head and stared at it hungrily.

Looking at Norbert - no, Norbeta - who had been biting everything he caught all day, now that he was quiet in Vaughn's hands, his ugly black body seemed to have become more elegant.

Hagrid and the other two were stunned. Ron quietly hid his finger, which was bitten and swollen in the afternoon, behind his back.

Harry said, "See, Hagrid, I told you you weren't cut out for a dragon."

So Hagrid wiped his tears again.

Vaughn lifted the quieted Norbeta before his eyes, and watched its life aura with his eyes filled with magic.

Compared with its previous state in the dragon egg, Nobeta's life aura has increased in brightness, and the blending of colors has become deeper, with hints of orange-red visible in the dazzling white light.

It was a very strange phenomenon, and Vaughn certainly knew what it meant - its magic seemed to be integrated into its life... No, it should be said that part of its body was made up of magic.

Vaughn couldn't help but wonder which part it was? The organ that produced venom, the organ that breathed fire, or the ability to fly?

Dragons also need magic to fly, otherwise their huge bodies weighing several tons would find it difficult to fly with just the lift provided by flapping their wings.

Norbeta trembled under Vaughn's sharp gaze, which was like a scalpel.

After observing for a while, Vaughn reluctantly looked away.

He was afraid that if he continued watching, he would be tempted by his curiosity and dissect Norbeta.

Vaughn casually placed the little dragon on his lap and looked at Hagrid who was still wiping away tears.

Harry and the others thought Hagrid was stubborn because they didn't find the right approach.

He said, "Harry and the others are right. Raising a dragon is illegal after all, let alone raising a dragon at Hogwarts. Even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't punish you, the Hogwarts Board of Trustees will definitely cause trouble for you."

"Besides, the Minister of Magic, the Honorable Mr. Fudge, is currently trying to find fault with Dumbledore and me because of the Werewolf Affairs Committee. If he knew you had a dragon, he would be so happy."

Hagrid, who has a child's mentality, may not care about himself, but he definitely cares about Dumbledore.

Sure enough, after hearing Vaughn's words, Hagrid wiped his face hurriedly and asked nervously, "Then, what should I do?"

"There are two options." Vaughn bent his fingers. "First, I'll write to Charlie and ask him to come over in the next few days and take Norbeta to a dragon farm in Romania. They're all professionals there, and they can legally take Norbeta in and care for her."

Harry and Ron looked delighted. This was a good idea, but Hagrid said nothing. He didn't like it because Romania was too far away and Norbet was too small.

Vaughn wasn't surprised either. He held up his second finger and said, "Secondly, I'll find a place for it to go. You don't need to know where it is, just know it's safe. During the first three weeks, while it's still relatively weak, I can bring it back to you often so you can feed it."

This……

Hagrid hesitated.

Ron whispered to Harry, "If I were Hagrid, I would never leave my beloved pet to Vaughn. Maybe the safety he meant was turning it into a potion... Ouch!"

Harry elbowed him silently to stop him from causing trouble.

Compared to Hagrid, who treated the dragon as a child and called himself its mother, in Harry's opinion, Vaughn was ten thousand times more reliable. At least in the process of getting along with him, even though Vaughn sometimes had a bad taste, he always kept his word.

Either way, it's better than leaving the dragon with Hagrid.

After thinking for a while, Hegbaba looked at Vaughn and said, "Do I really have to choose one?"

"Yes." Vaughn's expression was calm. "It can't stay here."

As if realizing that this conversation would determine his fate, Norbeta mustered up the courage and called out to Hagrid, but the pitiful sound was only half uttered before Guoguocha's huge cat claws pressed down on his head and blocked his voice back into his stomach.

Poor Norbeta, it curled up on the big devil's legs and didn't even dare to struggle.

Hagrid was heartbroken and tears fell down: "Just... just let me stay with it for another three weeks..."

Chapter 96 New Side Mission

Hagrid really did like dragons.

When Vaughn left with Norberta in his arms, he cried inconsolably, stood at the door waving his handkerchief desperately, and was unwilling to go back for a long time.

"It was crazy, he was crying like we had taken his baby away!"

After crossing the hillside, Ron took one last look at Hagrid's massive figure waving a handkerchief. He couldn't help but complain, "How long has this dragon been born? Ten hours? Hagrid treats it better than Fang."

"It is a dragon after all, Ron."

"I'll never like dragons again." Ron curled his lips, looked at Norbeta curled up in Vaughn's arms, and stretched out his fingers to tease it.

Nobeta showed her mouth full of sharp teeth and stared at Ron with her vertical pupils.

"What are you looking at!"

Ron imitated Vaughn's method, curled his fingers, and flicked Norbeta hard.

Norbeta fell down. Strangely, this little dragon, which was frightened by Vaughn's flick, was not afraid of Ron at all. It quickly straightened its slender neck again, stared at Ron with its bulging red eyes, and made a threatening hissing sound like a snake.

Ron wondered, "Why isn't it afraid of me?"

"A dragon is a magical creature, not a puppy or cat," said Hermione. "If you want to scare it, your magic must be at least stronger than its."

"You mean, with my size, my magic power is not as strong as its?"

"Obvious!"

"Bullshit!"

Harry chuckled to himself, and Ron blushed, still trying to teach Norberta a lesson.

Vaughn, showing rare kindness, reminded him, "Dragons are very smart and have good memories. Bullying them like this will only make them remember you."

Ron said nonchalantly, "What does it matter? You're taking it away anyway. If it still holds a grudge, will it fly to Hogwarts and bite me?"

Seeing Ron happily bullying Norberta, Harry couldn't help but join in. He was annoyed by this little thing all day long. It loved to bite people and was picky about food. Hagrid even fed it brandy, saying that it was a method taught in a book to increase the power of its fire-breathing.

Whether it could really enhance it, Harry didn't know.

He only knew that this little guy would burn things everywhere after drinking, and even burned a few clumps of his hair.

"Ah—as long as you're happy."

Vaughn stopped trying to stop him and smiled, suddenly looking forward to two months later.

As they were talking, they had already walked to the side door of the castle. Just as they were about to enter, they heard Malfoy's voice:

"...Professor, we are not causing trouble. We are tracking down those who violated the school rules. You must not know that Potter, Weasley and that dirty Hagrid actually kept..."

professor?

The trio were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Just as they were about to run away, they saw Vaughn already walking in with Norbeta in his arms.

Finished!

Harry and Ron sighed inwardly, but Hermione knew that Vaughan was not a reckless person. He must have done this by... casting a spell on Norberta?

She hurried in, and Harry and Ron had no choice but to follow dejectedly.

Inside the door, Malfoy and his two followers were explaining anxiously and slightly cunningly, and the person he was explaining to was Professor McGonagall.

The Vice-Principal's face was serious, ready to listen to Mr. Malfoy's excuses.

Then Malfoy saw Vaughan.

His pale face suddenly turned as white as snow. In a hurry, this quick-witted young man forced the word "Dragon" that was about to come out of his mouth to be changed to -

"Draco!"

"..."

"..."

The scene was a bit awkward.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had just entered, opened their eyes wide, Goyle and Crabbe were in a daze, and Professor McGonagall frowned deeply.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm not sure if I heard correctly. Are you saying that Harry, Ron, and Hagrid are raising... Draco at school? You?"

Malfoy's face turned from pale to red again, and he stammered and couldn't speak.

He suddenly felt very unlucky. When he learned that Potter and Hagrid were secretly raising dragons at Hogwarts, he had planned to keep it a secret.

Malfoy knew from a young age that a secret would completely lose its value once it was made public. Only by holding the secret in his hand as a handle could he happily appreciate the worries, torment and helplessness of the annoying Potter gang.

However, those two idiots, Goyle and Crabbe, said they had never seen a dragon and wanted to go to Hagrid to see for themselves.

As a result, when the three of them were about to sneak into Hagrid's hut, they happened to be bumped into by Professor McGonagall. Originally, this was nothing, after all, it was after school time, and the professor would not care if you were wandering around after class.

The problem is that those two idiots, Goyle and Crabbe, wanted to run away as soon as they saw the professor.