Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The evening breeze was a bit strong. It was fine when I was standing with the wind leeward, but when I turned around, the collar of my shirt was blown up and kept shaking against my lips, as if I had been slapped in the face. I had to stroke it several times before it was smoothed out.

It's really ungraceful.

Neville frowned and stared at him: "What do you want from me?"

"..."

Draco felt his cheeks getting hot, and the emotions that had just been brewing were blown away by the wind. For a moment, he didn't know how to start.

He usually quarreled mainly with Potter and Weasley. He was not familiar with Longbottom and did not know how to negotiate with him. After thinking about it, it seemed that they had only communicated that night in the Forbidden Forest. At that time, Professor Lewyn seemed to have advised him to change his wand.

How did you persuade him?

Draco imitated the professor and pondered for a few seconds. "Longbottom, you don't want your roommate to be expelled, do you?"

"?"

Neville tilted his head, a question mark slowly appearing on his face.

……

In the main guest seats in the auditorium, several professors clinked glasses with each other. Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face, while the other head teachers had different expressions. Professors Flitwick and Sprout were in a good mood, but Snape still had a cold face.

Just now, under Melvin's persuasion, they agreed to take turns teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to reduce the burden on the vice-principal.

"No, Melvin, you have to substitute for the class too!" Flitwick said in a shrill voice.

Melvin wiped his mouth and replied with a smile, "I'm fine, but the final exams are coming up soon. Are you really confident in letting me teach the new course?"

"..."

Flitwick poured him a glass of whiskey in an annoyed manner. He was actually quite relieved, but he was worried that Minerva would not agree.

The wooden legs of the chair made a harsh sound on the ground. Hagrid, the gamekeeper, came out and looked at Melvin and the deans. He forced an unnatural smile and said, "Melvin, there are still a few hours before lights out. Come sit with me."

Ever since he was expelled from school in the third grade, he has been working as a gamekeeper in the Forbidden Forest and has been staying in school ever since. This was the first time he asked his friends for help because he violated school rules. The nearly ten-foot-tall half-giant was very embarrassed.

The headmasters were all quick-witted wizards. They didn't know the specific situation, but they could see Hagrid's embarrassment and laughed at him.

Melvin saw the little witch behind Hagrid clasping her hands together and shaking them in begging. He had no intention of making things difficult for them, so he chuckled and agreed, and with several students pulling his sleeves, he walked towards the Forbidden Forest Hut.

It happened that the two heirs of the pure-blood family had just finished their conversation and came down from upstairs.

Neville opened his mouth, watched his friends walk out of the hall, and sighed without calling them: "Let's talk about it when they come back in the evening..."

Draco walked towards the Great Hall in a happy mood, reviewing the negotiation just now in his mind.

He made an appointment to meet at the tower without telling the whole school, and reaped the benefits with a few words. It was really Malfoy-style.

Only after getting on the tram did Draco come back to his senses and think about the scene just now, wondering if Professor Lewinter was going to gain some benefit from it?

Several senior students at the long house table were saying that Professor Lewynter had once worn the Sorting Hat and had been Slytherin. Draco agreed. Despite the Gryffindors' close proximity to the professor, the professor was definitely a Slytherin.

……

As night fell, the ground was filled with moist vapor. The vines of the Whomping Willow sprouted new buds, and the bushes and grass branches at the edge of the Forbidden Forest bloomed with spring green. Hagrid's Hut was actually not far away, and it didn't take long before he reached his destination surrounded by several young wizards.

Yaya, who was guarding the house, smelled the scent and ran over with his bald tail wagging. He circled around Melvin's trouser legs and whimpered, his voice full of grievance.

A fire dragon roar came from inside the hut, it was tender and sharp, but full of ferocity.

Chapter 79 Win-win situation for all parties

"...Hagrid got the dragon egg during the Christmas holidays. He said he won it from a Greek merchant. Now that I think about it, that Greek merchant was Quirrell in disguise!"

The little witch angrily recounted Norbert's origins.

Harry pushed up his glasses and said darkly, "Hagrid refused to tell us about Nicolas Flamel and Fluffy, but after a few glasses of whiskey, he told a strange wizard everything!"

"I'm sorry..." The half-blood giant lowered his head in shame.

"..."

In fact, if you had also used whiskey to force him to drink, you could have also extracted the information.

Melvin wanted to defend Hagrid.

The thick wooden door opened a crack, and Melvin looked inside curiously. The first thing he saw was the fire dragon cub in the center of the room.

The dragon cub was about three or four feet long, with orange-red eyes that were slender and protruding, revealing a bit of wildness. It was very skinny, with several bone spurs extending from the upper and lower parts of its wing membranes. Its body was covered with a layer of black scales, which reflected a faint blue metallic luster under the candlelight. The spines on its back were sparse and smooth, and it was very short and not sharp enough.

The throat and vocal cords are not fully developed yet, so the roar sounds a bit strange, like a hoarse cat's meow.

Blood-stained chicken feathers were scattered on the floor, and there were a few wooden barrels in the corner. The room was filled with a pungent fishy odor, a layered and complex smell, mainly composed of a faint smell of blood, poultry manure, and the aroma of brandy.

Seeing several people enter the room, the fire dragon cub immediately turned around and bared its teeth at them. It had only been hatched for a few weeks, and its sharp teeth had already taken shape. Its nostrils were slightly flared, and hot air and a pungent smell of sulfur came out of its throat.

Almost all the furniture had teeth marks from the dragon cubs.

Ron had a sad face, Fang hung his head, and whimpered softly. The man and the dog moved two steps back.

"It's called Norbert. It's very pretty, isn't it?"

Hagrid said to the others, his face bright and his tone proud.

The young wizard didn't understand what he was so proud of. He looked disgusted and just wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible.

"The first thing the little guy saw when he broke out of the eggshell was me, and he thought I was his mother."

Hagrid reached out to touch the dragon cub's head with a smile, but Norbert had no intention of cooperating with the performance and bit it. Fortunately, the gamekeeper was agile and quickly retracted his hand. The dragon cub's teeth touched each other with a loud and crisp sound that made his teeth ache.

"Nobert bit Hagrid the first time he saw him, and Hagrid thought it was just a way of acting cute. In fact, he had just hatched at that time, and his teeth were not sharp enough." Hermione explained in a low voice, and Harry nodded silently.

Hagrid, who was almost bitten, rubbed his hands and explained to the four people in a sullen tone: "Actually, Norbert is a good boy. He usually has a good temper. It's just that he's hungry now, so he's a little irritable."

"..."

"Don't worry, dear Norbert. Mommy will make you some milk powder right away."

"..."

Melvin and the three students watched Hagrid busy himself. He had looked up the formula for the dragon cub's milk powder in a book himself: one bucket of chicken blood to three buckets of brandy. After the baby teeth erupted, he could add some complementary food to the cub - dead mice.

Hagrid easily moved the stone jar that was half his body high in front of the dragon cub, picked up a wooden barrel that stored chicken blood in the corner, unscrewed several bottles of expiring brandy bought from the Hog's Head Bar with one hand, and poured them into the stone jar with both hands.

After a while, the fishy smell in the room became stronger, and the evaporation of alcohol was a bit irritating to the eyes.

Hagrid's talent in raising dangerous animals is comparable to Riddle's talent in the field of dark magic. This jar of chicken blood brandy was made of rough materials and sloppy workmanship, but the moment the dragon cub smelled the scent, its eyes lit up, it spit out a mouthful of sparks, fluttered and crawled for two steps, flapped its wings and jumped onto the stone jar, buried its head in the jar, and drank happily.

"Snoring... snoring..."

There was blood everywhere and the scene was a bit gory.

"..."

Melvin moved his lips, cast a head-bubble spell on himself, and watched the dragon cub eat with interest.

According to the Fire Dragon Breeding Manual, Fire Dragons mature at around two years old, and a young dragon's first burst of sparks, usually accompanied by thick, gray smoke, occurs around six months old. The ability to fly appears even later, typically around ten months, but can take up to a year.

This Norbert showed his abilities just two weeks after hatching. It seems that he has great talent and Hagrid is raising him very well.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

The fire dragon cub may have drunk too much brandy and became excited and agitated, flapping its wings. The dragon cub had not yet learned to fly, and could not control its body balance, so it fell headfirst into the stone jar.

The chicken blood brandy inside could not drown the young dragon, but made it even more excited. It flapped its wings and hit the brandy, splashing the chicken blood wine everywhere, filling the whole room with a strong smell of blood and wine.

Several people watched as the young dragon's nostrils expanded and it choked on a few mouthfuls of chicken blood wine. The sticky liquid poured into its nasal cavity and organs. It suddenly twitched convulsively a few times. The discomfort of drowning made it cough, and then it spewed out sulfur-smelling smoke.

Melvin hurriedly set up the armor bubble wrap. The three little wizards were stunned as they watched the young dragon instantly ignite the entire stone jar.

A faint but scorching dragon flame ignited deep in his throat and erupted, instantly igniting the nearby liquor. Fortunately, the expiring brandy at the Hog's Head Bar was of inferior quality, and some of it had evaporated when mixed with the chicken blood. The flames quickly died out, leaving only the flames within the stone jar burning fiercely.

Of course, the fire dragon cub was not afraid of fire. It started to cough twice due to choking, but soon began to enjoy the stimulation brought by the alcohol, and the fire dragon vibrated its wing membrane vigorously.

The entire stone jar was like an alcohol lamp, and Norbert was the wick, illuminating the entire wooden house.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh——" Ron screamed and looked up and down at his limbs in horror.

"Quiet." Harry covered his mouth.

"It nearly burned the whole cabin down!"

"I saw it."

Harry had to yell several times to calm him down.

This accident did not cause any casualties. The students were relatively far away from the fire dragon and relatively close to Professor Lewinter, and the armored bubble film also protected them.

Only Hagrid, who was standing nearby, had most of his beard and hair burned, and looked extremely miserable.

The whole room was filled with the strange smell left by flames, like the smell of roasting the wool of chickens and sheep over charcoal fire when slaughtering them. It was smoky and not so disgusting.

Hagrid stood there in a daze.

Hermione's face was tense and ugly. She took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in her stomach. "Hagrid, you really can't keep him alive any longer. You have to send Norbert away as soon as possible."

"I can't abandon it..." Hagrid lowered his head, avoiding their gaze. "Nobert is still young and can't hunt. He won't survive in the wild without a companion."

"Wake up, Hagrid!"

Hermione glared at Hagrid and raised her voice. "It's stronger than Fang now, can fly and breathe fire. The only ones who can't survive are the ordinary animals that come into contact with it."

"I can't abandon Norbert anyway!" Hagrid said stubbornly.

Harry sided with Hermione: "Malfoy has already discovered it, do you want to be expelled?"

"Don't worry about Draco." Just when Hagrid was speechless, Melvin cleared his throat and said softly, "He plans to use this incident to buy Neville's forgiveness, so he won't report it."

Hermione looked up and glared at the professor. Who are you here to help?

"But I must make it clear to you, Hagrid." Melvin's gentle voice echoed in the cabin. "As early as 1709, the Wizarding Council banned private dragon breeding. Later, Mr. Newt Scamander perfected the Dragon Protection Act, prohibiting any wizard or unofficial organization from privately hatching, breeding and raising dragons for any reason. You have probably violated hundreds of laws this time."

Hagrid remained silent, standing still.

"You should be well aware of the growth rate of fire dragons. In half a month, Norbert will be bigger than you. In two months, it will be bigger than the cabin. The Forbidden Forest can't possibly hide a fire dragon. It wants to hunt, fly, and breathe fire. That's its nature."

Melvin paused. "If it injures any student, even if it only burns the back of its robes and scares them, the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures will send out an executioner to chop off its head."

Hagrid's massive figure swayed slightly.

"And you, the gamekeeper who raises dragons, have a history of raising dangerous animals during your school days. If you're lucky, you might be fined and expelled from Hogwarts. If you're unlucky, you'll be sent to Azkaban and have to raise Dementors on an island.

"And Headmaster Dumbledore, who recommended you, is a poor judge of people and a manipulative administrator, putting students in danger. He will definitely lose his position as Headmaster and may even be expelled from the Wizengamot. The once respected legendary wizard has become a confused old wizard."

Hagrid's face turned pale.