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Chapter 96 Patching

Hagrid, are you sure you don't want us to be tried?

After Harry and the others cautiously greeted the professor, they were all dumbfounded.

The students who were sitting at the table waiting for the dragon to hatch just saw clearly - their own prefect.

'Why is that Taylor here too?'

Harry and Ron greeted the prefects in a panic and exchanged glances, but neither of them understood what was going on.

But Andrew was also stunned - no, this is against the rules, why call the first graders? If this gets out, wouldn't the early preparations be half in vain?
If it weren't for these people, these guys would probably have kept Hagrid's secret, but now - could they expect that if they didn't say anything, they would be able to refrain from showing off in front of their classmates?

"The paperwork has been almost completed, and the donation has been settled... The project has also been put on hold with Professor Kettleburn. I just completed the documents last week...

So let's just make up a lesson to strengthen the legitimacy of the incident...'

Thinking of this, Andrew moved aside before they sat down, using the excuse of making room to sit next to Professor Kettleburn.

"Professor, when will the sixth grade advanced class arrive? The little ones are almost hatching. It will be too late if you don't come now."

Sixth grade?
Hagrid glanced at Andrew - what does this have to do with the sixth grade?

Professor Kettleburn was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, "Ah, yes, we have to urge him. A dragon breaking its shell is worth observing even if you have to skip class!"

As he spoke, he quickly wrote with a quill in the notebook he carried with him, and then copied dozens of letters with his wand.

"Mr. Huffman, please help me post the letter."

After taking a look at the students present, he unceremoniously ordered the unlucky guy Huffman nearby.

"Ah I?"

Huffman looked surprised, then left reluctantly, taking a step and a look - unfortunately, he was adventurous, so he was also a member of the advanced class, the kind that was managed by the current staff.

Andrew also hurried over to help - he was not very interested in the dragon eggs, and if the professor had not given him a list, it would have been difficult to operate, he would rather go alone.

“Ah, really…”

Huffman shook his head. "If it weren't for those three first-year students, this matter would have been covered up. Would we still need to make up for the lessons?"

"We definitely need to make up for it. We were negligent in the beginning. We can't have Professor Kettleburn talking about research but not having any students in class - at least show some respect to the reviewers at the Ministry of Magic."

"Yeah, sort the letters, and then find an owl..." Huffman shook his head, "Many people have classes this week. If it weren't for the professor's reputation, I'd probably be taken to the office and criticized one by one."

Professor Kettleburn is one of the most senior professors in the castle - except that he cannot be compared with Professor Binns, this professor is the one closest to retirement. Not only is he usually enthusiastic, but many professors have actually been taught by him, so as long as the reason is sufficient, everyone is willing to give him face.

The two of them quickly tied the letter to the owl's legs, and then a group of owls rushed towards the castle.

"You can get scolded, but hurry up, Andrew, we have to hurry back!"

Huffman turned and started running almost as soon as he finished speaking, and then - he saw Andrew's back.

When he returned to Hagrid's hut, Andrew was already sitting down and recording a bunch of shell-breaking scenes with his wand and parchment.

"What the hell... huh... huh..."

He panted, and after saying half a sentence, he stared at the dragon egg, and at the same time, he flipped through the paintings Andrew had made one by one without any hesitation.

"Yes, quite exquisite—"

"Keep your voice down!"

Professor Kettleburn's voice rang out.

Haffman shut up immediately. At this moment, there was already an obvious noise in the cabin - but it was covered up by the noisy noise outside.

Professor Kettleburn walked out quickly, "Come in quickly and don't make any noise, or you will wait for news outside the door!" The noisy students suddenly quieted down - with a little commotion, Hagrid's hut was soon surrounded by sweaty students.

Under everyone's gaze, the scraping sound became more and more harsh, and finally, a wrinkled thing that looked like a black umbrella crawled out of the dragon egg.

"hiss…"

There was a noticeable inhalation sound, and it came from more than one person.

As everyone watched, the umbrella opened - wings with exaggerated proportions and dazzling spikes were revealed to everyone, and the only thing that matched it was a huge white nostril.

"Ah sneeze——"

A small sneeze sounded, and a burst of fire burst out, louder than the sound it made.

“Oh huh…”

Andrew heard low cheers coming from behind him - those who could attend the advanced classes were more or less passionate about magical creatures, this was completely normal.

"Nobetta, mom is here."

' said Hagrid in a very pinched voice, and honestly, it wasn't nice.

"It's not a bird. It won't regard the first person it sees as its mother."

A student at the back added in a low voice, but Hagrid ignored him and even tried to reach out his hand.

"No, it's dangerous!"

Click...

He took a big bite, but couldn't bite it.

Norberta looked at Hagrid's fingers, then loosened them and took a bite in disbelief - this time it still didn't break the defense.

Then there was a breath of fire, but it still didn't break the defense.

Obviously, breathing fire was a big burden for the young dragon. Under everyone's gaze, it lowered its head and rested for about two minutes. Then it ignored Hagrid's hand and began to deal with the eggshell seriously.

Andrew noticed that perhaps its teeth were a little damaged, the young dragon had to eat the eggshells slowly.

'Outrageous...'

But Professor Kettleburn didn't care. Instead, he urged Andrew to record the scene quickly.

"This level of precision is beyond the reach of even half of them - I understand why Minerva... Why did she stop again?"

"I'm only a first year, Professor - I can't cast this level of Transfiguration dozens of times..."

Andrew wasn't pretending.

Casting spells is not what we traditionally understand as a mana bar mage that can cast spells as long as they have mana.

Magic, emotions, gestures, spirit, knowledge, spells, wands, all of these have an impact on casting spells - yes, magic is that magical.

The magic power consumption of controlling the ink to change color and shape and then spreading it on the parchment is not too bad. Andrew, who has high mental consumption, now feels like he is concentrating on doing several sets of exercises. Now he just wants to close his eyes and rest.

"That's right - you guys, start taking notes!"

Professor Kettleburn began to shout to the rest of the students, "And make a backup of the original stuff."

He himself used to be able to achieve the corresponding accuracy, but not since he was seriously injured - so he could only supervise the students.

Anyway, there were enough Gryffindors taking Magical Creatures, and he was never stingy with giving extra points.

(End of this chapter)