A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron had no doubts and turned to walk towards the door. Hermione only breathed a sigh of relief after he left the Great Hall.

She looked at Harry and Ron with resentment, "You'd better not ask me for this kind of thing again, or I'll definitely cut ties with you two."

“Okay, there won’t be a next time,” Ron said, then took out a chicken leg he had specially saved. “I prepared something good for it.”

Abel's eyes lit up when she saw the chicken leg, but she turned to look at Hermione, whose big eyes made her feel somewhat guilty.

"Sigh! Eat if you want!"

Abe leaped onto the dining table and began to gnaw on it, completely oblivious to the smug smiles on the faces of the two people opposite it.

Seeing Abel's reaction, Harry and Ron felt relieved. Only they knew how difficult the past few days had been for them.

Abe eats quite quickly; finishing a chicken leg takes only a few minutes.

Soon, a chicken bone appeared on the plate. Abe patted his belly with satisfaction. Just as he was about to jump back into Hermione's arms, he felt dizzy and saw countless double images.

It staggered a little, stretched out its front paws, and then lay down on the table.

Hermione immediately picked it up and gently patted its head with heartache, "Will Abel be alright?"

"No, I only added three drops. It should wake up after sleeping for six hours."

"Wait a minute!" Harry frowned. "How much did you add?"

"Three drops of sleeping pills!"

"Hehe!" Harry patted his forehead. "I was worried you'd forget, so I added three more drops."

Ron: ......

Goodness, this round of cumulative use has turned sleeping pills into mind control drugs.

"Ahem! Actually, it's not a big deal."

One drop can make an animal sleep for two hours, and six drops are just enough for it to sleep until dawn the next day.

This way we'll have more time. If all else fails, Hermione, you can wake it up tomorrow morning; Aaron won't even notice.

"That's the only way," Hermione murmured. She didn't want to be involved in this plan, but since she was already on board, she could only try her best to get to the other side.

Chapter 51 Draco: Today was definitely worth it.

After wrapping Abe in the Invisibility Cloak, Harry and the others walked out of the Great Hall.

They carefully looked around to make sure no one was watching, then hurried toward Hagrid's hut.

But as soon as they stepped outside the castle, they were spotted by Draco and his two henchmen who were taking a walk.

"Where are you all headed?" Draco asked meaningfully, blocking the way. "The common room isn't this way."

"None of your business." Ron said this and pushed Draco aside, quickly leading a slightly guilty Harry and Hermione through the corridor.

"That's really rude," Crabbe said indignantly.

Draco's face also showed a hint of displeasure. Normally, he would have given Weasley a good scolding, but he had matured a lot during this period.

Weasley may lack manners, but Malfoy cannot.

"What are they doing outside the castle so late at night?" Goyle asked, puzzled. "It's almost curfew!"

“What could they possibly do there?” Draco chuckled dismissively. “The only place outside the castle they might go is the giant forest ranger who’s connected to them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Draco's expression turned strange. "That's suspicious! What are they doing going to that place so late at night?"

"Maybe they're going to catch up!" Crabbe didn't think too much about it, after all, Harry, the three of them, and Hagrid did have a good relationship.

“No!” Draco began to pace slowly. “If it’s just to catch up, there’s no need to do it at this time. There’s not much time left before curfew, and we’ll get points deducted if we don’t get back to the dorm in time.”

Moreover, those few of them seemed to be acting suspiciously just now, as if they had done something shady.

Most importantly, I didn't see Abe, so Aaron must have given his cat to that Hermione Granger.

There's a problem, definitely a problem.

Crabbe asked hesitantly, "Then...should we follow them and see?"

"Stop joking, curfew is almost here," Gore said listlessly. "Going back to sleep is the most important thing. What if we miss it?"

“Then let’s get back before curfew,” Draco said meaningfully. “Being fast shouldn’t be a problem.”

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance and nodded helplessly.

Knowing their destination, Draco and his companions weren't in a hurry and strolled leisurely toward Hagrid's hut.

Meanwhile, Harry and the others arrived breathlessly at Hagrid's hut.

boom! boom! boom!

The three of them kept knocking on the wooden door.

A few seconds later, Hagrid opened the door and looked at Harry and his two friends with a somewhat helpless expression. "Hi! Sorry for being rude, but I don't have time to play with you guys today."

Just as Hagrid was about to close the door, Harry took out Abbey, who had been wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak, and said, "You might want this."

Hagrid's eyes lit up as he looked at the sleeping white cat, his gaze filled with interest. "You really did it?"

“I think you should invite us in,” Ron said with amusement.

"Of course, come in quickly."

The three entered the cabin and found that the temperature was extremely high, so hot that it was suffocating.

"It's spring now, why is your fire still burning so brightly?" Hermione asked, somewhat puzzled.

"That's not important." Hagrid enthusiastically made tea for the three of them, and his large hand involuntarily reached out to grab the sleeping Abe.

"Wait!" Harry stopped Hagrid. "Cat, we've brought him. Shouldn't you also tell us who else was involved in designing the mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone?"

"I can tell you that I also keep my word."

But you must never tell anyone, especially not that I told you. Hagrid said, somewhat reluctantly counting on his fingers, "Dumbledore, he borrowed Fuzz from me and cast a spell on it."

Besides him, there were Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick... and Professor Quirrell, too.

That's all. Shouldn't you let me see it too, Abe?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment before placing the cat she was holding on the table. "Let me make this clear first: you can only look at it, and you can touch it, but you absolutely cannot hurt it."

"Don't worry, I would never harm an animal," Hagrid said seriously. "I just want to study what kind of creature Abe is."

Unbeknownst to Hagrid, Draco and his two henchmen arrived at the cabin just as he was saying those words.

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

"It was definitely worth coming today!" Draco said with a sneer. "I thought Granger was Aaron's good friend!"

Who would have thought! It's true what they say, you can know a person's face but not their heart.

"This is a shameful betrayal," Crabbe said angrily, his round face contorting in rage.

"normal!

Spending so much time with Weasley and Harry Potter, it seems like it's only natural for them to go astray. Draco waved his hand and lowered his voice, saying, "The most important thing right now is to call Aaron over, and it would be best to catch them in the act, otherwise they will never admit it."

I'll stay here and guard him. If necessary, I'll rush in to protect Abe. You two go back and get him.

“But curfew is about to start,” Gore said hesitantly. “There’s definitely no time to go back and forth.”

"Idiot!" Draco said angrily. "In such a large Hogwarts, only Filch patrols at night. As long as you don't get caught by him, nothing will happen."

Besides, I'm Malfoy, so even if I get caught, he won't do anything to me; at worst, he'll just deduct points.

"Hurry up, or it might be too late."

Draco's attitude was unusually firm, so Crabbe and Goyle naturally dared not voice any objections.

They themselves were disgusted by Harry and his two companions' behavior, and after tiptoeing away from Hagrid's hut, they burst forth with a speed they never usually could, sprinting toward the dormitory.

Draco was somewhat surprised by what he saw, and his lips twitched. He even wondered if his two henchmen were acting against him, because this speed was something a fat man could never display!

Just then, an unusual sound came from the cabin, drawing Draco's attention.

Ding! Ding! Ding...

A sudden sound of a pot lid clattering rang out, and Hagrid immediately stood up from his seat.

The three of them looked behind Hagrid, where a pot was shaking constantly over a roaring fire.

Wearing thick gloves, Hagrid fished a charred egg out of the pot.

The egg was quite large, and its surface was extremely hot. Even with gloves on, Hagrid felt it was burning hot and quickly placed it on the table.

No one noticed that Abe, who had been fast asleep, suddenly twitched his nose as if he had smelled something delicious, and slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

"Hagrid, what is this?" Harry asked curiously.

"This is one, it's one..."

“I know what this is,” Ron said, then his expression turned strange. “But Hagrid, how did you get it?”

“I won it, from a stranger.” Hagrid’s eyes flickered slightly. “Somehow, he seemed to be hoping I would lose.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a black crack appeared on the surface of the eggshell, and the whole egg shook continuously, with white steam shooting out from the crack.

The four of them—no, including Draco outside the window, all five of them—held their breath, watching the scene with bated breath.

A few seconds later, the eggshell shattered, and fragments from the upper part shot out in all directions. Fortunately, none of the four people surrounding the egg were hit by these scalding hot pieces of egg.

A jet-black claw emerged from the lower half of the eggshell, connected to a spiky wing.

With a few gentle flaps of its wings, it knocked most of the egg pieces off the table, revealing a jet-black baby dragon before everyone's eyes.

This dragon wasn't particularly beautiful; its head was only the size of a fist, and it was still wet because it had just hatched from its egg.

It made a soft cry, looked around blankly, and had long sticky mucus hanging from the corner of its mouth, but it showed a strong vitality as it moved its limbs on the table.

"Is this... a dragon?" Hermione stared at Hagrid in astonishment.

She knew that dragons existed in the magical world and had read about them in books, but seeing a living dragon appear before her like this left her feeling not only lucky and amazed, but also mostly at a loss.

“It’s not just a dragon, it’s a Norwegian Ridgeback,” Ron said confidently. “My brother studies dragons in Romania.”

“Isn’t it beautiful!” Hagrid said with a gentle smile, then reached out and touched the Norwegian Spinosaurus’s head. “Look at this little guy, he thinks of me as his mother.”

"Right, Norbert?"