In Hagrid's cottage, in the center of the fire, under the kettle, a large black egg lies.

This is that dragon egg!

Hao Fang has seen it several times through Harry, but its incubation speed is not fast, which is somewhat anxious.

Fortunately, one day when class was over, the ringtone had just echoed in the castle, and Harry and Ron hurried across the venue and headed towards the edge of the forbidden area in the forest.

Hagrid greeted them, his face flushed and very excited.

"It's coming out." He let them into the cabin.

The egg was lying on the table, with a deep crack on it. Something was moving constantly inside, and a very fun clicking sound came out.

They all moved the chair closer to the table, held their breath and watched closely.

Suddenly, with a harsh scraping sound, the egg cracked open.

The little dragon swayed and fluttered on the table. It was not actually beautiful; Hao Fang felt that it looked like a wrinkled black umbrella. Its spiny wings looked particularly large compared to its thin black body. It also had a long, large nose with white nostrils, horny bumps on its head, and orange-red eyes protruded outwards.

It sneezes and a few sparks of Mars spurted out from its nose.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid murmured. He stretched out a hand and touched Xiaolong's head.

Xiaolong bit his fingers, revealing his pointed teeth.

"I'm increasingly thinking about getting blood drawn now..." Hao Fang felt that his hands were ready to move, but unfortunately there was no good opportunity at the moment.

For this dragon, Hagrid is always in a row and cannot give people a good opportunity.

If you really want to say the opportunity, there is probably only one, and you still have to wait for a few more times.

At this moment, Hagrid suddenly turned his face - he jumped up and ran towards the window.

"What's going on?"

"Someone just peeked through the crack of the curtain - it was a boy - and was running to school."

Harry suddenly rushed to the door and looked out. Even if he was a distance away, he would never admit his mistake.

Malfoy saw the little dragon.

Unlike the nervousness of Hager and others, Hao Fang only saw the great opportunity that was coming.

The malicious smile hidden on Malfoy's face made Harry and Ron very uneasy. They spent most of their spare time in Hagrid's dim cottage, placing facts and reasoning to him.

"Just let it go," Harry advised, "let it go."

"I can't," Hagrid said. "It's too small and will die."

They looked at the dragon.

In just one week, it was three times the length. Balls of smoke were sprayed out from its nostrils.

Hagrid put aside the work of guarding the hunting grounds, as the dragon made him fucked. The ground was full of empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers.

"I decided to call it Norbert." Hagrid looked at the dragon with tears blurred eyes and said, "It really knows me now, you guys look. Norbert! Norbert! Where is Mom?" "Hagrid." Harry raised his voice, "In two weeks, Norbert will become as long as your house. Malfoy may go to Dumbledore at any time."

Hagrid bit his lip: "I-I know I can't keep it forever, but I can't just throw it away like that, can't."

Harry suddenly turned to Ron.

"Charlie." he said.

"You're also confused," said Ron. "I'm Ron, do you remember?"

"No - Charlie - your brother Charlie. In Romania, Charlie who studies dragons. We might as well give him Norbert. Charlie can take care of it and put it back in the wild."

"Great!" said Ron, "How is it, Hagrid?"

Finally, Hagrid finally agreed that they would send an owl to ask Charlie first.

The next week was like a year.

Not only Harry, Ron, and Hager felt that life was like years, but even Hao Fang, who was waiting passively.

There is only one opportunity, and once you miss it, things will become troublesome.

On Wednesday night, after everyone else was already in bed, Harry was still sitting in the common room.

The bell on the wall just rang twelve o'clock when the portrait hole was suddenly opened.

Ron took off Harry's invisible clothes and seemed to fall from the sky. He had just gone to Hagrid's cottage to feed him Norbert, who now began to eat dead rats in wooden boxes.

"It bit me!" Ron said, showing him his hand, wrapped in a blood-stained handkerchief, "I can't get a pen for a week. Tell you, the dragon is the most terrifying animal I've ever seen, but seeing how Hagrid treats it, you thought it was a furry little rabbit. After it bit me, Hagrid wouldn't let me scare it. When I left, I heard him singing a lullaby for it."

There was a slap from the dark window. "It's Hedwig!" Harry said, and hurried over and put it in. "It must have brought Charlie's reply!" The two of them put their heads together and looked at the note.

Dear Ron: How are you? Thank you for writing me - I'm glad to adopt the Norwegian spine dragon, but it's not easy to get it here. I think the best way is to send it to a few of my friends who will come to see me next week. The trouble is, don't let others see them illegally carry one-stop.

Can you bring the spine dragon to the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday? They can meet you there and take the dragon away while it's dark.

Please reply me as soon as possible.

Love you.

Charlie

"We have invisible clothes," Harry said, "it shouldn't be too difficult - I think the invisible clothes are enough to cover both of us and Norbert."

He reached a consensus with Ron.

Seeing the appearance of this letter, Hao Fang finally felt relieved. It seemed that the plot did not change here.

However, this is also natural.

That is the Norwegian spine dragon. This type of dragon is quite precious and is definitely a rare dragon species.

Most of the dragon farms are home to ordinary dragon species. It is so difficult to introduce a rare dragon species.

Charlie was naturally willing to take risks for it, because it was quite worth it.

This will become his performance, and promotion and salary increase will not be a problem.

However, things are in trouble.

The next morning, Ron's hand was swollen twice as much as he did. He didn't know if it was appropriate to go to Mrs. Pomfrey - would she see that it was bitten by a dragon?

However, in the afternoon, he had no other choice. The wound turned into an ugly green color. It seemed that Norber's teeth were poisonous.

After a day's class, Harry rushed to the hospital and found Ron lying on the bed in a very bad condition.

"It's not just my hand," he whispered, "although it hurts as if it's going to break. To make matters worse, Malfoy told Mrs. Pomfrey that he was going to borrow a book from me, so that he would come in and laugh at me with all his heart. He kept threatening to tell Mrs. Pomfrey what bit me-I told Mrs. Pomfrey that it was a dog bite, but I don't think she believed it-I shouldn't fight with Malfoy during the Quidditch game, and he's now revenge on me."

"It's midnight on Saturday, and it's all over," Harry comforted.

But this did not comfort Ron at all. On the contrary, he sat up from the bed and broke into a cold sweat.

"Midnight on Saturday!" he said hoarsely, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I just remembered that Charlie's letter was stuck in the book Malfoy borrowed, and he must have known that we were going to get Norbert away."

Hao Fang was speechless about this, which was simply indescribable to him.

Sure enough, throughout the plot, I always see Ron in bad things, and it is almost difficult to see this person's shining points. No wonder many readers feel strong dissatisfaction and resentment about the pairing of Ron and Hermione.

Fortunately, Hao Fang has changed the plot and there will be no such bad things anymore.

Not only Hao Fang himself, he thought that even Harry must be extremely speechless now, but seeing that Ron was still injured, he was not in the mood to blame him.

In addition, Harry didn't have time to answer, and Mrs. Pomfrey walked in at this time and told them to leave, and she said Ron needed to sleep.

Harry was quite tangled, but knew that he had no choice but to change his plan.

When he went to inform Hagrid, he found the big hunting dog sitting outside the door with a bandage wrapped around his tail.

Hagrid opened the window and talked to him.

"I can't let you in," he said gasping, "Norber is hard to deal with now-I can't do anything about it."

Harry told him about Charlie's letter, his eyes filled with tears, but it might also be because Norber had just bitten his leg.

"Haha! It's okay, it just bit my boots - it's playing - after all, it's still a little furry."

The little hairy baby knocked on the wall with his tail, making the windows clatter.

Harry walked back to the castle, hoping for an early Saturday.

Hagrid was going to say goodbye to Norber. Harry would have felt sorry for Hagrid if he hadn't thought about the upcoming actions he was about to take.

It was a dark, cloudy night, and it was a little late when Harry arrived at Hagrid's cabin, because Pipi Ghost was playing tennis against the wall in the foyer, so Harry had to wait until he left.

Hagrid had already packed Norber into a large crate and was ready.

"I prepared many mice and some brandy for it, enough for it to eat along the way," Hagrid said in a dull voice. "I also put his teddy bear in there, so that it would not feel lonely."

The sound of tearing came from the crate, and Harry felt as if the teddy bear's head had been torn off.

"Goodbye, Norber!" Hagrid said thrust, "Mom won't forget you!"

Ha used an invisible cloak to cover the crate, and then he got under the robe himself.

How to move the crate to the tower? Harry was unsure.

As midnight approached, he carried Norber up the marble steps of the hall and walked through the dark corridor.

Going up one floor, another—even though Harry took a shortcut, he was unsatisfied at all.
To be continued...