Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 99 No Male Mother (Seeking First Subscription)

A couple of days later, while having breakfast, Henry received a note from Hagrid.

The label simply read: "Shell hatching soon."

Not only him, but the Gryffindor trio also received Hagrid's note. However, since Henry was not in the same class as them, after discussing it, they decided to go to Hagrid's hut separately to visit the little guy who was about to hatch.

Witnessing a dragon hatch is a rare event that one might never witness in their lifetime.

After class, Henry went to Hagrid's cabin.

The Gryffindor trio were already there. They greeted Henry one by one, then turned around and looked at the egg on the table with expectant expressions.

Henry went over and sat down, and he noticed that there was a deep crack on the egg.

Something was moving inside, making a funny clicking sound.

They all moved their chairs closer to the table, held their breath, and watched intently.

Suddenly, with a screeching sound, the egg cracked open. The little dragon wriggled and flapped its wings on the table.

It's not actually pretty; it looks like a crumpled black umbrella.

Its spiky wings appeared exceptionally large compared to its thin, jet-black body. It also had a long, large nose with white nostrils, horns on its head, and protruding, orange-red eyes.

It sneezed, and a few sparks flew out of its nose.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand and patted the little dragon's head.

The little dragon bit his finger, revealing its sharp, long teeth.

"Good heavens, look! It recognizes its mother!" Hagrid exclaimed happily.

No, I don't want a male mother.

Ron muttered under his breath, "You're happy it bit you?"

"Of course! That means it's healthy! Only a vigorous fire dragon will bite!" Hagrid exclaimed happily.

The little dragon opened its mouth, tilted its head back, and stared at Hagrid with its double-sided, protruding eyes.

It sneezed, and a few sparks flew out of its nose, landing on the table and leaving a few small scorch marks.

"Oh, be careful." Hagrid quickly swatted out the sparks with his hand, not caring at all that his palm was burned. "Nober, be good, don't breathe fire."

"Norber?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"That's the name I gave it," Hagrid said, his face beaming with happiness. "What do you think? Isn't it nice?"

Ron's expression was priceless; he was clearly trying hard not to laugh.

Harry thought the name was pretty good, at least better than Tooth.

Henry sat a little further away, quietly observing all of this.

"Hagrid," Hermione asked, "just how fast did a Norwegian Spinosaurus grow?"

"Anyway, it'll be quick." Hagrid thought for a moment and said, his eyes then fixed on the little dragon. "The book says they're about two feet long when they're born, they can grow to four or five feet in a month, and ten feet in three months."

Hermione frowned.

"Ten feet? Three months?"

"Yes," Hagrid said, his voice full of pride. "The Norwegian Spinosaurus is one of the fastest-growing dragon species."

When it grows up, it'll be twenty feet long, it can breathe fire, and it can fly! Just imagine, I, Rupert Hagrid, have a dragon as my pet!

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the little dragon's head, only to be bitten again.

But he still smiled kindly and tolerantly, just like a mother.

Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance, and Harry realized what the problem was.

"Hagrid," he began, "this little guy can grow ten feet in three months, so where do you plan to keep him?"

Hagrid paused for a moment.

"So...so we'll keep them here?"

"Here?" Ron looked around. The little house was only so big. "A ten-foot dragon could tear your house down with a flick of its tail."

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Hagrid's smile froze for a moment.

"I can keep it outdoors."

"Outside?" Hermione said, "At the edge of the Forbidden Forest? To be seen by everyone?"

Hagrid fell silent.

He looked at the little dragon, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—longing, pride, and a touch of disappointment at being hit by reality.

"And," Hermione continued, her voice more serious, "do you know how much it eats in a day?"

"How many?"

"The book says that when it is first born, it needs to eat three times its own body weight in meat every day. When it grows to three months old, it will eat the equivalent of a cow a day."

At this point, Hermione glanced at the rock cakes under Hagrid's table.

"You can't exactly feed it rock cakes, can you?"

Hagrid's expression froze.

"A cow?"

"Yes, how many cows can you buy with your monthly salary?" Hermione asked, rubbing her forehead.

Hagrid didn't say anything.

He just watched the little dragon, watched it thrashing around on the table, watched it staring at him with its bright orange eyes.

The little dragon sneezed, spitting out a few more sparks.

Hagrid reached out and swatted out the sparks, his movements very light and careful.

"I'll figure something out," he said finally, his voice low but firm.

Hermione sighed, Ron shook his head, and Harry sat there, unsure of what to say.

Henry sat beside him, without saying a word.

He knew Hagrid couldn't keep the dragon.

It's not just a matter of money; it's a matter of reality.

A Norwegian Spinosaurus can grow to ten feet tall in three months. Back then, it would eat a cow a day. Hagrid's annual salary couldn't even buy a few cows.

He was indeed a hidden tycoon at Hogwarts, and all the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest were his friends. With just a snap of his fingers, his magical creature friends would give him many valuable things.

But he would never do that, because he is not that kind of person.

And there's another problem: Norber is a fire dragon.

It breathes fire, it bites, and it's getting more and more dangerous.

Once it grows up, Hagrid will have no control over it, but Hagrid, already obsessed, doesn't think about that now.

He just wanted to watch his Norber, watch it wriggle on the table, watch it spit out sparks, watch it bite his fingers.

For him, this is happiness.

After a while, the little dragon seemed to be tired.

It curled up on the table, buried its head in its wings, and made soft purring sounds.

Hagrid stood up quietly and took out a large wooden box from the corner. The box was filled with soft hay.

"This is the nest we prepared for it," he said softly, moving the wooden box to the table.

He carefully picked up the little dragon, just like new parents holding their child for the first time.

The little dragon stirred, opened its eyes, glanced at him, and then closed them again.

Hagrid put it in a wooden box and covered it with an old blanket.

"Sleep, Norbert," he whispered. "Mom's here."

The little dragon chirped, arched its neck, and settled into a comfortable position.