Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 91 90. Funny Behind the Scenes and Malfoy vs. Slytherin

"Maybe it's because it's really hard to find a professor for this course," Harry complained. "If we need to find a new professor every year, there won't be many wizards in the entire British wizarding world, and even fewer who are willing to take the risk."

"That's true," Hagrid sighed deeply, "I still remember that poor guy last year. In the end, I had to carry him out of the Forbidden Forest... Oh, I won't say more."

"Last year's professor died too?" Neville swallowed.

"I heard that he died in the Forbidden Forest. It was a tragic death," Ron couldn't help but say.

"Yeah, that guy wanted to find some dangerous magical animals to broaden the students' horizons, but he unexpectedly ran into a horned beast in the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid shook his head. "When I found him, he was hanging on a tree like a rag. Sigh... let's not talk about him. It makes me feel uncomfortable when I think about it."

"Then let's get back to your dragon egg, Hagrid," Hermione said angrily, "You can't keep it in this hut. Don't forget, this is a wooden house!"

"In two or three weeks at most, the baby dragon will be almost as big as your house," Harry also reminded, "and you can't keep it locked up in your house forever, Hagrid. It's a dragon, it needs its own territory and a place where it can fly freely. This is its nature. If you love it, you can't stop it."

"Yeah," Ron chimed in. "Even if keeping dragons next to Hogwarts doesn't attract the attention of Muggles, to be honest, it's hard to tame them - you should have seen the burns on Charlie's body. He's my brother, and he works on a dragon farm in Romania."

Although he also shouted excitedly when he saw the dragon eggs, compared with others, Ron had a full understanding and vigilance about the dangers of magical animals like dragons. This was a lesson he learned from Charlie.

"When Charlie came back one year, most of his hair was burnt off, and his shoulders and arms were also covered with burns," Ron said with lingering fear. "My mother cried so hard at the time that she almost didn't let him go to Romania again."

"Don't worry, I've thought about it." Hagrid showed a rare smug expression on his face. "When the little dragon grows too big to fit in the house, I'll put it in Harry's trunk. It's big enough, at least enough for it to fly - er, okay, Harry?"

Turning his head to look at Harry, Hagrid had a pleading expression.

"Of course no problem," Harry agreed readily, "Don't worry, Hagrid, I'll take good care of it."

This is true.

When Harry saw the dragon egg, he felt an extremely strong desire to raise it.

Dragon = rare = handsome = powerful = an irresistible mount.

When in Azeroth, Harry also reached a contractual relationship with a green dragon. When fighting was needed, Harry could ride on her and fight together - but that was different after all.

You can't call the green dragons of Azeroth mounts, right? They are intelligent creatures with names and surnames, and their magic is no worse than that of ordinary mages. At most, they can only be considered battle partners or personal allies.

Compared with the kodo beast, which is a pure mount after being tamed, the meaning is still very different.

Magical animals like dragons are the first things Harry learn about as soon as he enters the wizarding world. Unlike the world of Azeroth, the dragons in this world cannot speak or cast magic. When attacking, they can only rely on their sharp teeth and strong physique, and finally breathe fire.

It's too weak, almost too weak to look like a dragon - but this is better, at least if you tame such a dragon as a mount, you won't get into any inexplicable trouble.

They are all good things.

"...Hey, Harry." Looking at Harry blankly, Hagrid couldn't help but said, "Your eyes seem to be glowing."

"That's impossible. I'm not a nocturnal animal," Harry said seriously. "So what kind of dragon is this?"

"Aha! I already know this!" Hagrid pulled a book from the side with excitement, "According to the description in this book, this should be a Norwegian Spinosaurus egg! That's a rare species of dragon!"

"It's really rare," Ron couldn't help but say, "It's the darling of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic. Except for some special reasons, all those who can come to the UK are smuggled - uh, why are there so many more charges?"

"No, Ron," Harry consoled him, "I've studied the laws of the British Ministry of Magic. You won't be sentenced for buying smuggled items. Only the smuggler will be sentenced. The Ministry of Magic will at most confiscate what you bought."

"Well, actually they won't confiscate it most of the time, unless the things you bought are really dangerous. After all, professors occasionally need to buy some... things that are not very convenient to buy in Diagon Alley."

Hermione couldn't help but open her mouth when she heard Harry's words - before today, she had never thought that the laws of the Ministry of Magic would be so... uh, considerate.

When it comes down to it, there are indeed too many ambiguities in the laws of the wizarding world, and ambiguity means that there are many loopholes to exploit. Ambiguity also means that when the law needs to be enforced, there is always a related law that can be used and interpreted as the Ministry of Magic pleases.

"Wait a minute," Hermione suddenly noticed something keenly, "Since the Norwegian Spinosaurus is a rare dragon species, and the most precious thing in the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, then just smuggling it to the UK must be very risky - Hagrid, you won such a precious thing by playing cards?"

"Of course!" Hagrid said proudly, "I've already said it before. I was very brave that day. No one could stand against me."

"And after losing the dragon egg to you, your opponent didn't say anything? I mean - he just gave the egg to you so easily?" Hermione raised her voice and said, "Didn't he attack you when you returned to the castle?"

"No, he was willing to accept the loss and was very happy to deliver the goods," Hagrid said cheerfully. "I played cards in the bar in Hogsmeade, which is also part of Hogwarts. It's very safe."

"No, it's not that simple." Hermione shook her head. She firmly believed in her own judgment. "Think about it carefully, Hagrid. Since this dragon egg is so precious, it must be able to sell for a good price. The man who smuggled it here despite being hunted by the two magical ministries was not doing it for charity."

"Under such circumstances, he would so easily give you the egg just because of a card game?" Hermione said seriously, "Without any reluctance? Without any attempt to keep it? Or say something else that he was unwilling to give it to you?"

"Uh, I'm sorry... I can't remember clearly. We all drank a lot that day." Hagrid scratched his head. "Maybe he regretted it too? But like I said, he drank too much. You know, when people drink too much, they will do some unimaginable things."

"So what did you talk about at that time?" Neville interrupted: "Did he ask you anything?"

"Well, he seemed to have asked me what I did," Hagrid frowned and tried to recall, "and then I told him that I was the gamekeeper here... He asked me a little bit about what animals I looked after... I told him... and then I said I had always wanted a dragon..."

"Later, uh, I can't remember clearly what happened afterwards. After all, it was more than a week ago. He kept buying me wine and asked me to think about it... Oh! Then he said he had a dragon egg, and if I wanted it, we could make a bet... But he had to make sure I had the ability to deal with the dragon, because he didn't want the dragon to run out and cause trouble... Well, then I told him that I could even control Lu Wei, so a dragon was nothing."

Hagrid's memories were fragmented.

"So who is Lu Wei?" Ron looked around the room. "You didn't change Fangya's name, did you?"

"Of course not," Hagrid said with a smile, "Fluvia is a dog with three heads. He looks very ferocious, but he's actually very easy to deal with. You just need to play some music for him and he'll fall asleep very quickly - wait! I shouldn't have told you this?! Forget it quickly!"

But it was too late, Hermione and the other two were exchanging glances with each other - they had never expected to suddenly receive unexpected information about the three-headed dog, and they even figured out its name and weaknesses.

"There's no need to be so nervous, Hagrid," Harry said, trying not to laugh. "If nothing unexpected happens, the person who deliberately set up a card game to lose the dragon egg to you was Quirrell."

Bad news, Quirrell has painstakingly found the key to the room on the fourth floor, and Voldemort is about to get what he desires most.

The good news is that Quirrell is dead, and Voldemort is also dead - at least in a state worse than death, and neither of them will cause any trouble for the time being.

So after the initial surprise, several people started laughing - Hagrid's laugh was the loudest, even shaking off the dust on the roof.

After all, for Hagrid, the mistake he made accidentally did not cause any dangerous consequences, and he also harvested a beloved dragon egg... It couldn't be better. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became lively. Hagrid also brought mead and butter beer from the side to celebrate. The mead was for him and Harry, and the butter beer was for Hermione and the other two.

A funny ending.

After Hagrid promised to put the dragon in Harry's suitcase when it grew up, even Hermione couldn't find any reason to object - after all, Hermione was just worried that Hagrid would be punished by the Ministry of Magic.

And if you start from the heart, how could a child from a Muggle family not want to touch a legendary creature like a dragon?
It’s a pity that the dragon egg is not yet ready to hatch, and the few people can only look at its eggshell that has been blackened by the fire to satisfy their cravings.

The eggs of the Norwegian Spinosaurus look a bit like large pine cones.
Of course, it will not split like a mature pine cone, but is tightly arranged together, just like layers of dragon scales, stacked one on top of another, and is a very unique black-green color.

Hagrid had already prepared food for the little dragon after it hatched, and all he had to do was wait for the day it broke out of its shell.

Several people stayed in Hagrid's hut until dark and left reluctantly. Even though the little dragon had not hatched yet, just looking at the egg made people feel different.

"Hagrid's going to name the dragon Norbert - my God! He doesn't even know if it's a male or a female!" Ron complained loudly. "What if it's a female dragon? I mean, this name sounds like a male dragon no matter what, right?"

"Keep your voice down! What if someone hears you?!" Hermione glared at Ron and lowered her voice.

"There's no one around here... okay, okay," Ron muttered, "Harry? Why aren't you talking? You don't think the dragon should be called Norbert, do you?"

"Angry Horns," Harry said suddenly.

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"I mean, the dragon's name is Wrathhorn," Harry explained.

"...Don't tell me that you have been silent since just now just naming the dragon." Ron said with empty eyes: "I thought you were thinking about something more serious."

"Isn't naming a very serious matter?" Harry looked at Ron in surprise.

"You know what? Harry," Neville couldn't help but complain, "Your expression now is almost like saying that the dragon is already yours."

"It will be a good companion of mine," Harry shrugged, "Hagrid can't keep it anyway, well, I will tame it well."

"That's not an easy task, Harry," Ron said in awe, "Charlie specifically mentioned this. Even on the dragon farm in Romania, no one can truly tame a dragon. They are uncontrollable."

"The best you can do is feed or treat them so that they won't attack you the first time they see you," Ron shrugged. "But even so, it's extremely dangerous to get close to a female dragon when she's pregnant or hatching eggs. Charlie was injured for this reason. I think he's been injured enough by dragons."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional," Harry said confidently, "Once you've successfully tamed them, I'll let Wrathhorn take you flying."

Harry was sure that wizards were inexperienced when it came to taming large wild beasts. The most important point was that even if they wanted to subdue a dragon, it would require the cooperation of more than a dozen people. How could they possibly tame a proud beast?
"So you've just started calling it Wrathhorn? It hasn't been born yet." Hermione couldn't help but sigh, and then suddenly laughed, "But I'm looking forward to it, Harry."

The little girl's eyes sparkled now.

It was already getting dark, and several people had probably missed the dinner time at the castle. But it didn't matter, they had already filled their stomachs with food and drinks at Hagrid's place in the afternoon. Now they just had to go back to the lounge and lean back peacefully in their chairs to play chess, cards, and catch up on their homework.

The main reason was that Quirrell's story was a bit too funny, and even Hermione, who was kind-hearted, did not have any sympathy for a Death Eater who wanted to murder Harry. A few people walked into the castle while chatting casually, and when they turned a corridor, they saw a flashing light.

That is the light of the spell.

Apparently some students had violated the ban on magic in the corridors, or rather, they were having a heated fight.

"Grin and hula!"

"Tarantella!"

"The front teeth match the stick!"

"..."

"Stings like a bee!!"

Before they got close, Harry and the other three heard shouting one after another, and yellow or red spells were flying everywhere in the courtyard.

melee.

clang! !

Seeing a yellow spell of unknown origin flying straight towards him, Harry raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With a crisp sound, the spell disappeared into thin air.

"Cool!" Ron couldn't help but exclaimed: "Can I learn this too?"

"It's just the application of the Shield Charm - you should master the Shield Charm first," Harry answered kindly, "and then the silent and wandless casting techniques."

"Just pretend I didn't say anything." Mr. Weasley was so bachelor that it was scary. He shrugged and leaned over to say, "Filch must be so happy. With so many students fighting in the castle, guess whose toilet they will be assigned to clean - Merlin's toilet! Malfoy?!"

Ron's voice suddenly rose. He couldn't believe what he saw.

Draco Malfoy is being besieged by a group of people, but that is not the point. The point is those who are besieging Malfoy - why are they Slytherin students again!

Malfoy fights with Slytherin people every day, how could I have such a dream? !
Ron rubbed his eyes.

"Wait, why is Malfoy fighting with the Slytherins again?" After taking a look, Hermione frowned slightly, "Is he really a Slytherin? Why does he look so much like a Gryffindor?"

"And they are all senior students," Neville added, "They look like third and fourth year students. How did they find Malfoy?"

Before Harry and his companions arrived, Malfoy was clearly at a disadvantage amidst the siege of the group of people. Half of his face was swollen, with cracked and burnt blood marks. The swollen eye seemed to have caused him to lose the vision in his left eye, and he could not see anything.

In addition, Malfoy seemed to have been hit by several minor evil curses, so that his movements became clumsy, and he could only choose to resist the several spells that attacked him.

After all, students are just students. Due to the threat of Azkaban and professors... and perhaps the threat of the Malfoy family, they dare not use any powerful evil spells or poison spells that would really hurt Malfoy, so these people can only use some harmless prank spells.

(End of this chapter)