Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Speaking of this, his eyes were full of longing. In Hagrid's mind, any wizard who was interested in magical creatures would always come into contact with dragons.

"But it is forbidden to privately breed dragons." Hermione interrupted his fantasy.

"Don't be such a pity, okay~" Ron pulled Hagrid excitedly and retorted, "Maybe Hagrid just wants to hatch the dragon, and send it to the wild before it reaches adulthood..."

But Hagrid remained unmoved, which made Ron hesitate.

"You don't really want to raise a dragon, do you?"

Hagrid hid a few books in his pocket and ignored him. Hagrid became stubborn and no one could change his mind unless Dumbledore asked him personally, so he just lowered his head and walked back.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested... How could anyone not be interested in dragons? This is an important creature throughout the European story!

"Nie! Ze!" Hermione puffed her cheeks, looking at him in a trance with some dissatisfaction.

"Aren't you curious about the fire dragon?" Nietzsche covered the book and struggled to stand up.

"It's up to you, I'm not interested!"

"It's really strange. Those people who wrote the story may have made some mistakes in describing the dragon." He muttered to himself, all deliberately for Hermione to hear, "Forget it, you are not interested anyway..."

Half an hour later, Nietzsche and his five companions followed him to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Yes, Hermione came after all, but as Nietzsche said, she only came to observe the dragon.

Looking from the outside, the windows of the house were all blocked tightly.

Outside the house the air was just slightly damp and chilly, while inside the house it was a blazing summer. The fire in the fireplace burned even more vigorously than in the winter, and between the embers and firewood was a pitch-black egg.

"Where did you get it?" Neville untied his bow tie and used it as a tissue to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Just yesterday, I won it playing cards with someone in the bar in Hogsmeade Village..." Hagrid took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard and bit off the cork with his teeth. "To be honest, that man is definitely a smuggler."

Smuggling dragon eggs is illegal, so the other party used this thing as a bet and lost to Hagrid.

"Then you've picked up hundreds of gold Galleons for nothing! " Hermione marveled at his good luck.

"That's not the case. Not many people are willing to buy this kind of thing, and those dark wizards in Knockturn Alley don't like being targeted by the Ministry of Magic." Hagrid's face turned red from the strong liquor. "If we can't find a seller, then it's worthless."

Dragon eggs are not like other black magic items. The benefits they can bring are too low.

To be honest, it is very expensive, but in order to hatch a fire dragon, not to mention the effort and cost involved, even if you take the dragon's blood afterwards, few wizards will handle it.

Nietzsche took off his wizard robe, squatted in front of the stove, and observed the dragon egg closely.

"Do you know that person?" He found that the texture on the surface of the dragon egg was as rough as burnt wood, and the color was carbon black.

"How could I know a stranger? There are all kinds of people in the Hog's Head." Hagrid added, "You have the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade Village in your third year, but I don't recommend you go there."

Hagrid explained to them that the Hog's Head Inn was mostly populated by idle wizards, including thieves and burglars.

Unless you have outstanding abilities, you will just be remembered there.

But for Harry, this meant one more new thing to worry about - what if Hagrid's secret was known to others? He would end up moving his family to the sea view compartment in Azkaban.

"What do you think...could someone have done this on purpose?" Harry moved closer to Nietzsche and leaned over to speak.

"There are too many unstable factors. Even if someone did it on purpose, there is no evidence. A bottle of Polyjuice Potion can easily change a person's height, appearance and voice." Nietzsche shook his head slightly, feeling somewhat alert.

But Hagrid didn't feel any danger. He just hummed a little tune and poked the firewood in the stove with an iron hook.

Volume 1: Chapter 62 How to Train Your Dragon

A few days later, Mercury first flew to the Gryffindor table, and then flew to Nietzsche's shoulder with the note in his beak.

That was the news Hagrid had brought them: it was about to be born.

Hermione only had one Herbology class on Tuesday morning, and Nietzsche had to attend Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he had to be the last one on the scene... hoping that Hagrid's dragon would wait for him in the eggshell.

For Nietzsche, witnessing the birth of a life is a lucky thing.

After finishing the last lesson of Dark Defense, Professor Flitwick, who was about to return to his office, ran into Quirrell who had just left the house.

Nietzsche, who was following closely behind, found that the two were having a pleasant conversation, but Quirrell was thinner than before. However, when he saw the students in the corridor, he still stood on tiptoe and waved his arms high to greet them.

The Slytherins passing by nodded respectfully to Professor Quirrell.

"It's going to be over in a few months. By the way, do you plan to continue teaching?" Professor Flitwick said with a smile, holding a glass of water.

"Let's talk later..." Quirrell leaned against the stone wall of the corridor.

"What else can you say? There aren't many people applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position right now." The old dean looked at his body shape and felt a little sad. "Alas, you should take care of yourself first."

Quirrell pulled his clothes tighter around him and smiled reluctantly.

Seeing him like this, Professor Flitwick couldn't help but doubt the legend in the school - who knows, maybe that person really cast a curse.

"There will always be someone else to take over my job..."

"They can't be some jerk," said Flitwick angrily. "You don't know who applied to the headmaster... Even that boastful fellow wanted to come!"

When Quirrell heard this, he seemed very surprised, but he just laughed with the dean.

At this time he discovered Nietzsche, so he waved his hand, causing the other person's clothes to fly into his palm, pulling their owner along.

"Maybe, he can take over in the future and continue teaching me the knowledge I haven't finished teaching."

"Professor, you haven't asked me for tutoring in a long time." Nietzsche forced a smile and said jokingly in a blaming tone.

"I have nothing to teach you anymore, please let me go." Quirrell laughed and patted his head. "You can still study with the dean in the future. He really likes my Christmas gift."

That gift, naturally, was his research into the nature of standard spells.

Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing in the crowd, Nietzsche wanted time to stop. He lowered his presence, lowered his head, and listened to them talking about their youth.

There was nothing Flitwick could do about it.

He said: "I don't know what you are thinking. You just want to travel around a few more times. What's the big deal? Just remember that there will always be a seat for you here."

The Headmaster of Ravenclaw seemed like a parent. When facing the playful children, he would just say: Go ahead and play. When you are tired, remember to come back and eat early.

Nietzsche could feel Professor Quirrell's hand stopping from stroking his hair.

"It's okay, Dean." Quirrell suddenly changed his address. "We'll talk about it later."

He lowered his head, and the reflection in his eyes included Nietzsche and the short Flitwick.

This was a kind of recognition, and this recognition and respect was not due to the help of the master, nor did it come from dark magic, but rather because of the efforts he had made in Muggle Studies and what he had picked up again.

"I'm going to go back and rest, Nietzsche. I'll test you at the end of the term."

Professor Flitwick felt uneasy as he watched Professor Quirrell slowly walk away, leaning against the wall. But there was nothing he could say and he could only ask the other party to have a good rest.

When Nietzsche arrived at Hegrid's hut, he was standing at the door trying to sort out his awkward emotions when the wooden door suddenly opened.

"Hurry up, I've heard your footsteps a long time ago." Seeing that he was still dawdling, Hermione grabbed Nietzsche and pulled him into the house. "If you come a little later, you will miss the day when the dragon is born."

"Aren't you not interested?" Nietzsche deliberately provoked her.

Hermione looked at him blankly, then said, "Then I'll leave?"

"Just kidding... Look! There's already a crack!" Nietzsche pulled her to sit down with a playful smile and coaxed her, "I heard that there will be an elective course in Magizoology in the third year. This is a real example of adding extra points."

"That's a good reason." The girl raised her chin and snorted.

The carbon black eggshell first made a cracking sound, and then a rustling and harsh friction sound began to come from the inside. A claw broke out of the shell, and then a black head pushed open the upper part of the eggshell.

The cracked eggshell was like a hat, covering the little dragon's head and obscuring its eyes.

It rolled over and staggered out of the eggshell, belly up in the air.

"How cute~" Hagrid picked up the eggshell fragments with his fingernails.

Charmander was lying on the table, looking backwards at Nietzsche, its nose sending sparks towards him.

It was completely black, with tiny soft thorns on its back and wings. When its orange eyes stared at him curiously, it felt like something in Nietzsche's heart was calling out, driving his hand to move closer to it little by little.

The index finger was pressed against the table, carefully touching the stratum corneum bumps on the fire faucet.

"Do you have teeth? Huh?" Nietzsche nodded its head. "Toothless?"

The dragon opened its mouth and showed its fangs.

"No, I should be its mother!" Hagrid also tried to tease the dragon with his fingers, but it turned over and bit his fingers hard.

"It seems it doesn't like you." Harry chuckled.

"But I heard that dragons grow very fast. What will you do then?" Neville hid behind Harry, with only his head showing. "You can't keep it here forever."

"I won it!" said Hagrid stubbornly. "Besides, it's so small now. It will die outside."

The six of them surrounded the round table. It was a rare opportunity to observe a fire dragon at such a close distance, so Hermione had already recorded the characteristics of the Norwegian Ridgeback when it was young.

The young dragon's wings had not yet fully opened, and it could only wave its claws and fangs at the big head in front of it.

"Who?!" Hermione heard footsteps that did not belong to the house. She immediately turned around and pushed open the door. There was only a figure on the hillside in the distance. After a while, the other person climbed over the hill and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Hagrid's face turned pale. "Didn't I tell you not to spread rumors?"

"My bad. Malfoy must have heard me on my way to Herbology this morning." Ron pounded the table in regret.

Now, once the other party reports Hagrid, this dragon will not be able to stay here no matter what. Hagrid walked aside and mixed brandy and chicken blood together to make a bowl of food specially for the young dragon.

Hagrid's eyes suddenly became blurry as he looked at the dragon that staggered to the bowl and drank chicken blood brandy in big gulps.

"There must be a way."

He bit his finger and looked at the person who could come up with the best solution here - Nietzsche.

"I hope you've learned your lesson." Hermione closed the curtains again and scolded, "Can't you be a little more careful? Malfoy can hear this kind of thing!!"

Ron paced back and forth in annoyance, trying to think of a way to remedy the situation.

"Stop criticizing me and Harry. Wait... maybe we can catch Malfoy and stop him from telling anyone!"

"Threats are useless. It's Malfoy's choice to say it or not." Nietzsche refuted his point of view and suggested, "If Hagrid still wants to keep this dragon, he can only move it himself."

Besides, Ron had nothing to hold Malfoy accountable.

The other party is just a nobleman, how could he be willing to be threatened? I should be thankful to Merlin for not adding insult to injury.

"But where else can I go?" begged Hagrid.

"In the Forbidden Forest." Nietzsche pointed out the window. "You are the only Forbidden Forest keeper in Hogwarts. The entire hunting ground is your work area... If you put a dragon in there and you don't admit it, who can find it?"

Harry and Neville's eyes lit up. Yes, Hagrid should take advantage of his advantages.

New skills learned.

"Wait a minute, I...I seem to have a few friends in the Forbidden Forest. They should be able to help me find a temporary venue." Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and gave Nietzsche a grateful smile.

Hermione: ? ?

Why is Nietzsche also joining in the fun?

"Hagrid, you won't be able to keep it for long. My brother Charlie said that it only takes a few months for a baby dragon to grow to the size of an adult dragon." Ron then suggested, "You still have to return it to the reserve."

Hermione sipped her tea slowly.

"What about food?" She was not optimistic about the plan.

"There is no shortage of animals in the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake."

Ni used magic to support Charmander, allowing it to experience the feeling of flying as soon as it hatched.

"If you fly out of the forbidden forest, you will be discovered."

"Then train."

The questions and answers between Hermione and Nietzsche made the whole plan of raising the Norwegian Ridgeback more perfect. Hermione's purpose was never to make things difficult, but to fill any loopholes.

If you don't know her, you might really think that Hermione is deliberately undermining their confidence.

"But what if Malfoy tells Dumbledore?" This was Hagrid's only worry.

But what he was most worried about was the least worrying thing in the eyes of Nietzsche and Hermione. Compared with Headmaster Dumbledore, the probability of Malfoy telling Snape was probably greater.

Because Malfoy never knew the password to the headmaster's office was the name of a bunch of food.

Volume 1: Chapter 63 Daily Life in the Forbidden Forest

Perhaps Malfoy told Dean Snape about this, because he looked at Nietzsche in a strange way over the next few days, and most of the time he looked at him with a sense of smugness after revenge.

And in a Potions class, Snape's reaction was indeed very intriguing.