Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

By the fireplace in Hagrid's hut, Clark waved his wand and moved the dragon egg from the ground to the iron shelf next to the fire.

For the dragon eggs of the Norwegian Ridgeback, this distance is just right, neither because the temperature is too low, causing the small fire dragon to develop sluggishly, nor because the temperature is too high, causing it to break out of its shell ahead of time and be malnourished.

The four of Clark looked at it carefully by the charcoal fire of the fireplace. It was the first time they had seen such a thing.

The dragon egg has a smooth glazed ceramic-like shell covered with a dull scale-like grid pattern, and as the firelight shines and Hagrid's fingers move, a mysterious dark golden reflection is projected. Full of mysterious magic color.

"It's really beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid looked at the dragon egg obsessively.

You can imagine a half-giant nearly five meters tall, with a shy beard and big hands as thick as a rock, stroking the hot dragon egg without changing his face, and then, facing it with a tone like a boy staring at a game console , said something so nauseous?

Clark and the others have seen today that sometimes the happiness of straight men is as simple as that.

Seeing his performance, Hermione disagreed.

"Hagrid, don't forget you live in a wooden house," she reminded kindly, but Hagrid didn't listen at all. He fiddled with the fire and hummed a little tune happily.

Hermione wanted to speak again, but Clark grabbed her and shook her head. Seeing Hagrid's obsessive appearance, he couldn't be persuaded.

Besides, Clark didn't have other thoughts about that little dragon. Perhaps, this little guy will be the key to his breakthrough.

In the following days, Hagrid stayed in the hut every day, putting all his thoughts on the dragon egg.

And Harry and the others have new things to worry about: what will happen to Hagrid if someone finds out that Hagrid is illegally raising dragons in his cabin?

"I really want to know what a peaceful day is like." Ron sighed.

Night after night, they struggled to complete a ton of homework assigned by the teacher. Hermione had already started to draw up a detailed review plan for Harry and Ron, and the thick stack of papers was driving them crazy.

As for Clark, after seeing Hagrid's dragon egg, he was mysterious and didn't know what he was planning.

Then, at breakfast one day, Hedwig brought Harry another note from Hagrid. Hagrid only wrote four words on it: coming out of the shell.

Ron didn't want to take the herbal class anymore and wanted to go straight to Hagrid's hut. Hermione firmly disagreed.

"Hermione, how many times can we see the little fire dragon come out of its shell in our lifetime?" Ron persuaded.

"We're going to class, or we'll get into trouble; if anyone finds out what Hagrid did, he'll be worse off than us—"

"Stop talking," Harry warned in a low voice.

Malfoy was just a few steps away from them, stopped to listen to them, and how much did he listen to?

Ron had been debating with Hermione in herbal medicine class. Finally, it was Clark who spoke, and Hermione finally let go, promising to run to Hagrid's cabin with them during the morning recess.

When the get out of class was over, just as the bell rang from the castle, the four of them threw down their small shovels and hurried across the field towards the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hagrid greeted them, his face flushed and very excited.

"We're about to come out." He let the four of them into the hut.

The dragon egg lay quietly on the table, and there was already a deep crack on it. Something kept moving inside, making a playful clicking sound.

They all moved their chairs closer to the table, holding their breaths, watching closely.

Suddenly, with a harsh scratching sound, the egg cracked. The little fire dragon was swaying and fluttering on the table, and it didn't look pretty, it looked more like a crumpled black umbrella.

Its thorny wings were particularly large compared to its thin, jet-black body. It also has a large long nose, white nostrils, horns on its head, and orange-red eyes that protrude outwards.

【Ding…】

Clark's ear heard a system prompt, but he didn't have time to pay attention to these at the moment. When the little fire dragon was unsteady, Clark hurriedly reached out and collected the dragon egg fragments around it.

Like the dragons in Faerûn, although the dragons in the wizarding world are not as powerful and smart, their first meal after birth is these broken eggshell fragments.

Dragons eat this, just like Muggles eat calcium tablets, which can quickly strengthen their bones.

So the Norwegian Ridgeback, who was robbed of dinner, sneezed and spewed a few sparks from his nose, trying to make Clark look good.

"Clark, what are you doing? Return Norbert's dinner to him." As a giant beast lover, Hagrid certainly understood what the dragon's first meal meant to them.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, Charlie taught me a hand." Clark didn't stop, but he got even worse.

He took out a dragon leather glove out of nowhere, put it on his left hand, and pressed the little dragon that wanted to pounce on him to the ground.

"Boom." Xiaolong slammed into the floor heavily, which made Hagrid's heart hurt so much that he hurriedly stopped.

While pressing on the little dragon, Clark explained to him, "Fire dragons are very difficult creatures to tame. They are highly intelligent, cunning and brutal when they are adults, and most importantly, they have strong attack power.

So if you want it to be obedient and obedient, you have to educate it from an early age, just like teaching a child, it shouldn't be too spoiled. If its mother was a real dragon, she would do it. Hagrid, look good. "

After all, Clark picked out a large piece from the eggshell fragments, cleaned it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Of course, he didn't swallow it, he just kept it in his mouth to pretend, after all, he didn't have the stomach of a giant dragon.

Seeing that his first meal was eaten, Xiaolong screamed and struggled violently, but Clark increased his strength and pressed it firmly to the floor.

Fortunately, he put on the dragonskin gloves in advance, otherwise the barbs on Xiaolong's body would be enough for him to suffer.

"For these wild little guys, you have to let them know how powerful they are. Oh, this guy's strength is really not small. In this way, it may be a female dragon."

Among fire dragons, female dragons are generally more capable of fighting than male dragons. There are fine beads of sweat on Clark's forehead. This new-born dragon must have at least 9 points of strength. This kind of physical quality is really unique.

Hagrid clearly understood Clark's intentions, but he was still very distressed. He stood by and rubbed his hands nervously, for fear that Clark would break the dragon's wings.