From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Avi is thinking.

The touches of the mage 1 ring spell can only be touched by touching, so that the caster reads a whole book within a few seconds.

Then if he disassembles the cover of the book and the directory, and then nails multiple books together, can you read several books with a scholar's touch at the same time?

But after looking at the chicken feathers in the hands of the library administrator Mrs. Pingis, he still dispelled the idea reasonably. Whenever you should disturb a vigilant library administrator.

After Avi lost this idea back, he pulled out a book with blood from the bookshelf in the penalty area.

The touches of the cover are very strange, reminiscent of some kind of leather, but it is more delicate than sheepskin and softer than cowhide. The name of the book with scarlet fonts on the cover- "Bone Blood". Only Avi ’s favorite black magic books will be named after this evil word, so Ivy is going to borrow it through Professor Qiluo's approval.

Only when this batch is used, Avi will call Qiluo "Professor" with respect to knowledge.

When the counters go through the lending procedures, Mrs. Ping Si stared at Avi with a vigilant and regretful look, as if he was a black wizard who was going astray. However, Professor Qiluo's forbidden book area was approved, and Mrs. Pingis had no reason to prevent Avi from borrowing books in the penalty area.

To be honest, Avi has long been immune to Mrs. Pingis. If it wasn't for today's Ring Road, I would definitely stay here for a while.

"Hagrid! What do you do to the library?"

Mrs. Avili turned her head and looked at it together, and saw Hyogi wearing the mouse leather coat and walked towards a long table. There were three wizards children, and his hands were on the back of his hands. Behind him, holding a book was covered.

"" Raising the dragon for the pastime and profit "." Ai Wei read the name of the book gently, and Mrs. Pingis voted to him in surprise.

"You have a pair of bright eyes, Mr. Dum." Mrs. Pingis lowered her head and let my eyes expose from a thick lens. "I was so young when I was young, but later, my desire for knowledge made me accidentally bring it on my knowledge. As a person who came here, there is a little advice to tell you that you must maintain a good sitting position when reading books. The lights should not be too bright or too dark.

"Thank you for your advice, Mrs. Ping Si." Aiwei nodded. Although he used magic to complete reading most of the time, he occasionally saw other things to pass the time. Is it? "

"Not often." Mrs. Pingis moved her eyes back to the borrowing form. "But every time she appeared, it was unforgettable, and she always had a relationship with magic animals. Who knows what will be? "

"Thunderbird or Purple Beast?" Avi said with eloquence.

However, Mrs. Pingis shook her head firmly and said, "It is impossible. They are all XXXX -level magic animals. Herge is generally preferred by XXXXX, which is more dangerous than them. Okay, Mr. Dum, sign here, you can leave with the book. "

The Mai Mora Beast, a name that everyone is more familiar with is the Chimela beast. It is a magical animal with a variety of biological characteristics. It appears in a variety of fantasy world views. It can also be translated into chimeric beasts. In the HP world, the Maira Beast refers to a lion head, a goat's body and a dragon tail monster. It is an egg, dangerous and brutal beast.

In the DND worldview, Chimela's beasts usually appear in the form of multi -head monsters. With a variety of spell capabilities, they can spray fire from the mouth and even fly. They are usually manufactured by the evil mage who lived in groups to guard their mage towers, or particularly important treasure troves.

It happened that Hogwarts now has an evil mage, and he happens to have a particularly important secret room. Perhaps one or two terrible monsters should be placed in the map dense room to enhance its security.

After thanking Mrs. Pings, Ivey left the front desk of the library with "Bone Blood". The reason why Hagrid came to the library to use the Dragon Dragon Handbook is very simple.

I have to say that among the many professors of many magic stones, Hagrid is indeed the easiest to break through.

As long as the beasts are under the symptoms, this enthusiastic semi -giant is willing to reveal all secrets to you.

There was an opportunity to raise the Black Dragon of the Herbidi Islands in front of Avi, but he failed to catch it. Now, Hagrid has an egg with a Norwegian back dragon.

"Hagrid." Avi said with a smile, stood up from the chair in front of the Hagrid cabin, and easily changed the chair back to the stone with a magic wand.

"Avi!" Hagrid was obviously surprised, but I didn't expect to see Avi at this time.

"Why, don't welcome me?" Aiwei stuffed the "Bone Blood" in his hand into the destruction of the magic code and asked with a smile.

Hayga looked around and looked around, and said, "When ... Of course, welcome ... just, my room is a bit messy, maybe ... maybe it is not so suitable for hospitality ..."

"So ... are you really planning to raise a dragon?" Ai Wei stared at most of the head books exposed from the pocket of Hyoge's leather coat and asked in a low voice.

"How can it be?" Herig looked back in horror, as if someone was going to drive him out of the school, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Why do you draw the curtains tightly and burn the fireplace so brightly?" Ivy looked back at Hagrid's hut. Even on such a warm spring day, no light could shine in, and the stone chimney on the wooden roof was emitting black smoke.

"Come on." Hagrid's beard and eyebrows were squeezed together with difficulty, and he reluctantly invited Ivy, "Don't tell anyone else about this!"

Hagrid took out a brass key, fiddled with the lock of the wooden door for a while, and then pushed the door open to let Ivy in.

When Ivy got into the room from under his arms, Hagrid poked his furry head out and looked around for a while, and after making sure that no one was following, he closed the door and locked it.

The room was as hot as Ivy thought, but the first thing Hagrid did after entering the door was still squatting in front of the fire to check the black egg.

Unlike the dragon eggs Ivy had seen in the Fire Ash Snake Arena more than a hundred years ago, this black egg did not have bright colors or colorful circles. Perhaps it was because of the lack of light in the room, but Ivy preferred to believe that the fire had added a layer of carbon deposits on the eggshell.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Hagrid's smiling face looked kind against the firelight. He stared at the egg in the fire and sought approval from Ivy beside him.

Ivy couldn't see what was beautiful about this black egg. Maybe for someone like Hagrid, it was beautiful enough that it was a fire dragon egg?

"Norwegian Ridgeback, right?"

"Oh! That's right, but how did you recognize it?" Hagrid stood up from the fire and hung his heavy moleskin coat on the wall. It seemed that even if Hagrid had half giant blood, he couldn't prevent him from sweating under the high temperature of the fire.

"Remember? I saved many dragons more than a hundred years ago." Ivy sat on Hagrid's big sofa, twisting his butt to find a comfortable position, "At that time, I thought I had a chance to raise a dragon."

"Oh--" Hagrid's eyes sparkled, as if he saw a like-minded friend, "I said no one could resist their charm!"

"But the dragons in the Fire Ash Snake Arena are too big, wild and difficult to tame, and they are full of vigilance against humans. Letting them return to nature should be the best solution." Ivy looked at the huge egg under the kettle again, "It's better to raise dragons from hatching eggs like you do, after all, feelings should be cultivated from childhood."

Hagrid nodded frequently after hearing this, as if he didn't raise a dragon on a whim, but had planned it long ago.

"But Hagrid, have you considered where you would keep it when it grows up?" Ivy motioned him to look at his wooden furniture. It was obviously not a smart decision to put a fire-breathing dragon in a wooden house.

Hagrid suddenly became hesitant and said hesitantly: "...Maybe the Forbidden Forest would be a good place...Never mind, it's just a harmless egg now! You can't deprive it of the right to hatch and be born just because it may be dangerous in the future!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Ivy doubted whether the "danger" Hagrid said was the same as the word he knew, and he didn't expect that Hagrid, who was not good at speaking, could speak so coherently about magical animals.

So Ivy nodded: "You are right, we can't deprive it of its right to be born. But I still have to remind you that raising dragons is illegal. As early as the Wizard Conference in 1709, a bill prohibiting raising dragons was officially passed."

"Well...Speaking of this...I guess this is why that person wants to get rid of it..." Hagrid hesitated and rubbed his hands together, looking at Ivy with expectation. "So you'll keep it a secret for me, right?"

"Of course." Ivy agreed immediately, "After all, I'm not a law-abiding citizen."

"Great! I knew I was right about you, Ivy!" Hagrid smiled and immediately went to pour tea for Ivy, yes, using the kettle that was boiling above the dragon egg.

"But have you considered how to tell Dumbledore?" Ivy watched Hagrid pick up tea from a small cloth bag embroidered with a badger and put it into the cup. Maybe it was given to him by Professor Sprout. At least Ivy knew that many magical herbs needed to use the feces of magical animals as fertilizer.

"Not in time yet... But I think he will know... Think about it, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts, how can he be hidden from this castle?" Hagrid carefully folded the small cloth bag of tea, with a little uneasiness on his face. He had already caused enough trouble for Dumbledore, and the three-headed dog that was guarding the Philosopher's Stone was one of them.

There are still many things that the old bee doesn't know, including two terrible dark lords in the school, two Horcruxes of Voldemort, an unregistered Animagus, and various secret passages in the castle.

However, Ivy believes that Dumbledore already knows about the dragon egg. After all, Hagrid and Quirrell made the deal in front of his brother Aberforth.

"By the way, Hagrid, I also have something I want to show you." It is obviously still a long time before the dragon egg hatches. After satisfying his curiosity, Ivy also wants to show off.

"What is it? Some kind of particularly cute magical animal?" Hagrid sat on his wooden chair and creaked, looking at Ivy with expectant eyes.

Ivy clapped his hands, and a ball of fire exploded in the cabin out of thin air.

"Oh!" Hagrid leaned back in shock, and the expensive-looking tea leaves spilled on his messy beard. Judging from the oil stains on it, it was obviously not the first time they had experienced this kind of thing.

"What a big cat?" Hagrid didn't have time to wipe the tea off his beard, staring at the big flaming cat on the table motionless.

"It's called Howling Flame, and I created it with magic." Ivy introduced it complacently. After a period of running-in, Howling Flame has become a good helper in his life. At least in winter, it can help him warm his feet in bed, and he doesn't have to worry about igniting the sheets. This is very necessary in the dark Slytherin dormitory. Who asked them to live next to the Black Lake?

Watching Hagrid stretch out his thick fingers to tease Howling Flame, Ivy couldn't help but remind him: "You have to be careful, its claws are very sharp... Hey, Howling Flame, this is not fair! You didn't do this to me at the beginning!"

Unlike Ivy thought, Howling Flame didn't stretch out its scimitar-like claws to scratch Hagrid, but let him touch his hair.

"It looks like a ball of fire. You said it was created by magic? Like a salamander?" Hagrid reached out to hug Howling Flame, but the latter disappeared from the table after a flash of fire.

"It's about the same. It's much more complicated. It needs to blend elements and so on." Ivy looked around and found that Howling Flame was squatting in front of the fire, stretching out his claws to fiddle with the dragon egg in the middle of the firewood.

"Be careful!" Hagrid also saw it and walked over to move the big cat to the other side. "It's just a baby! Wait until it hatches and then play with you!"

However, Howling Flame didn't appreciate it and jumped into the burning fireplace.

"Look! Ivy! It's hatching eggs!" Hagrid pointed at the fireplace and shouted.

"What? It's less than half a year since Howling Flame was born. How could it know how to hatch eggs?" Ivy couldn't believe his ears.

He walked to the fireplace and saw that it was just as Hagrid said. Howling Flame was in a farmer's posture and was pressing the black egg under the soft collar.