Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

An hour later, they rang the door of the hut guarded by the hunting ground.

Hagrid first shouted "Who?", after getting a response, let them enter the hut, then quickly turned back and closed the door.

As soon as they entered, they immediately found that all the curtains inside were pulled tightly. Even though it is a very warm sunny day, the fire in the fireplace is still raging, and the hot air in the cabin is a feeling of suffocation.

Marx just walked in and glanced at the burning charcoal pile under the fireplace. He already guessed that Hagrid made the temperature so high, obviously in the hatching of the dragon egg. Sure enough, a dark big egg lay on the red charcoal, and there was an empty kettle on top.

Hagrid made tea for them, and also brought a white sandwich. Trio's thoughts were not eaten at the moment, and they refused. Marx thanked Hagrid and picked up a piece and tasted it.

"So to say - do you have something to ask me?"

"Yes," Harry said, and he felt that there was no need to turn around. "We don't know if you can tell us what other mechanism to protect Philosopher's Stone besides Fluffy?"

Hagrid frowned at them.

"Of course I can't say it." He said, "First, I don't know it myself. Second, you already know too much, so I won't even tell you even if I know it. That stone is very reasonable here. It was almost stolen at Gringotts... I guess you made it clear? I really don't understand how you know everything about Fluffy."

"Oh, Hagrid, you probably don't want to tell us? You must know. What happened here can escape your eyes." Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone.

Hearing this awkward tone, Marx couldn't help but recall the sad reminder of Ms. Gray. He couldn't help but look up and look at Hagrid, who was held up with a beard, and looked at the well-behaved Hermione.

“Actually, we just want to know who designed the mechanics.” Hermione continued. “We want to know, besides you, Dumbledore believes who can help him.”

After listening to the last sentence, Hagrid stood up and Harry and Ron smiled at Hermione.

"Well, it's fine to talk to you. Let me think about it... He borrowed Fluffy from me and invited another few Teachers to apply magic."

"Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall -" he slammed his index, "Professor Quirrell... Of course, Dumbledore himself applied magic. Wait a minute, I forgot someone... Oh, yes, yes. Professor Snape."

"Snape?" Harry was surprised.

Marx swallowed the last bite in his mouth and patted the crumbs on his hand: "Obviously, it's nothing strange - except for Professor Quirrell, the other four are heads, which is normal, isn't it? ”

"Yeah - are you still skeptical about him, eh? Hey, Snape is also helping a defensive magic stone, he won't steal it."

Marx looked at Harry and Ron, who didn't believe it. He knew that this could only blame Harry for his father James's lesson that Snape had overdone the lessons - which directly led to the consequences of Harry being targeted by Snape.

"Only you know how to pass Fluffy, is it, Hagrid?" Harry asked eagerly. "You won't tell anyone, are you? Even if you don't tell Teacher, are you?"

It seems that Harry may have gotten news.

"Nobody except me and Dumbledore, don't even want to know." Hagrid said proudly.

Harry couldn't help but relax, and he couldn't help but say to Hagrid: "Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm hot."

"No, Harry, I am sorry." Hagrid replied, glanced at the fireplace subconsciously.

This time, everyone obviously saw it.

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" Ron said, slamming to the fire and looking at the big egg more carefully. "It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Win it," Hagrid said. "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. To be honest, that person probably just wants to get rid of it."

"But, what do you plan to do after it hatches?" Hermione asked.

“Hagrid is obviously checking the information. Did you already know it in the library?” Marx smiled. “Hagrid, wait for this little guy to hatch, remember to tell me the first time.”

"Oh, you like it too, are you? Of course, I will tell you." Hagrid smiled happily and continued. "I just checked it, it is a Norwegian Ridgeback, very rare."

He looked smug, but Hermione didn't take it for granted. "Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house."

But Hagrid didn't listen at all, and he played with the fire while he was happily licking the little song.

"But I have to say, Hagrid, you have to hide it," Marx suddenly changed his tone and said seriously, "You should know that it is illegal to raise a dragon privately."

He was paused, seeing Hagrid didn't seem to care very much, he continued: "The growth rate of the baby is very fast, and it will instinctively learn to fly very early. Have you already thought about hiding it?" I can't hide it in the hut. I don't want to see you being taken away with it, I want to watch it grow up!"

Hagrid hearing this can't help but be a bit frustrated. To be honest, he also knows that he can't keep it all the time.

“Ron, I remember that your big brother Charlie is working in the Dragon Reserve in Romania?” Marx turned and asked.

"Oh-yes, I think this is a good idea." Harry understood Marx's meaning. "Hagrid, Ron's big brother Charlie is working on Dragon, there is a dragon farm, he will take care of it for you." of!"

"Oh-no, I can't bear this little guy." Hagrid rubbed his eyes hard. "It hasn't even seen me yet."

Harry and the others look at each other in dismay, just wanting to continue to persuade Hagrid, but Marx waved his hand.

"Before we contact Charlie, I think you can see it. After all, your method of hatching eggs is correct, and it will soon break out of the shell." Marx smiled. "You can raise it for a while. I mean, when it hasn't broken your cottage yet."

"Yes, yes, I think this idea is not bad." Hagrid looked at the dragon egg in the fireplace with tenderness, just like watching his child.

Not too long, when I had breakfast on a certain day, owl Marf brought him a crumpled little note with only a few words written: it was coming out of the shell.

During the lunch break, Marx took a bit of food from the dinning table and took a large bag and walked to Hagrid's hut.

"You are coming, Marx." Hagrid looked very excited and greeted him with red light. "You came late for a while and missed the scene of its broken shell. But it doesn't matter, now the little guy can be mental." It’s a lot more lively than when it’s just broken.”

Marx was happily pulled into the hut by Hagrid, and the oncoming was a thick black smoke with Mars.

"This little guy's desire to attack is very strong! Look at it, maybe it's a female dragon!" Marx took out wand and waved, taking away the black smoke in front of him.

"Oh, but I think it's public, how handsome you are." Hagrid's eyes are like starlight, and he can see that he really likes these magical creatures with power.

Marx didn't care about Hagrid's different views, because it was really hard for a newborn baby to judge sex.

He randomly nodded, looking at the little dragon standing on the side of the fireplace and supporting his body with his wings. If you think thoughtfully: "Dragon is a kind of untamed creature, and it is very intelligent in adulthood, and The main thing is that the attack is very strong."

As he spoke, he took a potion bottle with a fire red viscous liquid from the bag he brought, and shook it in his hand. This bottle is not small, to be honest, it is really heavy in the robe.

"What is this? Dragon blood?" Hagrid couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's not." Marx shook his head. "This is made from the blood of the fire-horned whale... well, a tempting snack—at least for the Norwegian Ridgeback."

"Wingardium Leviosa (Note 1)."

Marx put the bottle on the table, pulled out the stopper and read a Levitation charm, and controlled a small group of medicinal liquid faintly turning red light to stop at the tip.

The little dragon smelled it immediately, and it stumbled and threw in excitement, glaring at Marx's leg and trying to jump up to the tempting food.

Marx gave it to the ground.

He looked up and looked at Hagrid. "If its mother is a real dragon, she will do it. Hagrid, look good."

After all, Marx swallowed the thick, hot, bloody liquid.

Suddenly, the little dragon screamed and struggled, but Marx pressed it firmly on the floor.

"The nutritional value of this stuff is very high, but it is very difficult for humans to eat," Marx's face is a bit green, "and, really hot!"

Hagrid clearly understood the intent of Marx, and he stood up in his head and seemed to want to keep these steps in mind.

When the little dragon slowly stopped struggling and looked at Marx eagerly, he would continue to force the little dragon's hand to relax.

"Try it, little guy." He made another small group and controlled it to the mouth of the little dragon.

“Hagrid, it’s the same every day, until it remembers the order of eating,” Marx said. “If it can be remembered before being taken by Charlie, it will remember you in this life.”

"Of course, this only allows it to remember you. In fact, the vast majority of dragons will live alone in adulthood and will not be too friendly to their own mother, this is nature."

These methods of taming the dragon are all seen in the Chamber of Secrets in Ravenclaw. In addition to what he showed to Hagrid, there are actually follow-up methods of domestication, but those are not very human. He believes that Hagrid will not like it.

"That's great! If Norbert remembers me, I will definitely thank you, Marx." Hagrid gave Marx a big hug and almost suffocated him.