Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"You said, what did he hide behind his back?" Looking at Hagrid's back, Hermione said thoughtfully, "Could it be related to the Philosopher's Stone?"

"I'm going to see the book he was looking for just now." Ron found a reason and ran away again, he didn't want to sit down and read again.

But a minute later, he came back with a pile of books in his arms and threw them heavily on the table.

"Dragon!" he whispered. "Look, Hagrid is looking for information on dragons! Check out these: "Dragon Species in Britain and Ireland," "From Eggs to Hell," "A Guide to Raising Dragons."

"Hagrid always wanted a dragon, he told me that the first time I saw him," Harry said.

"But it's against the law," Ron said. "In 1709, at the Wizarding Convention, the ban on keeping dragons was officially passed, and everyone knows that."

"Of course, Ron," Clark and Hermione nodded together, who also knew about the law, "we know better than you know that normal wizards who keep dragons will be sentenced to ten months in prison. If the dragon raised is discovered by Muggles, or if it causes great damage and loss, then he will be thrown into Azkaban."

"Of course, if you happen to come across a wounded wild dragon, take care of them kindly, and prepare to release them before the Ministry of Magic arrives, then there will be no problem at all."

"But is there no wild dragon in Britain?" Harry asked curiously.

"Of course there are," said Ron, "there are the common Welsh green dragons and the Heridian black dragons. I can tell you that the Ministry of Magic has a job to hide the existence of these wild dragons. Our wizards have to constantly show those who see them. The Muggles of the Wild Dragon chanted a spell to make them forget about it."

"So what exactly is Hagrid trying to do?" said Hermione.

Clark closed the alchemy notebook with a "pop", "Who knows, just ask him if he doesn't know."

The four of them packed up and left the library. An hour later, they knocked on the door of the hunting grounds guard's wooden house.

Unlike the last time they came, Clark and the others were surprised to find that all the curtains in the cabin were pulled tightly.

Hagrid first called out "Who is it?"

After hearing Harry's response, he let them in, and then like a thief, he quickly turned around and closed the door.

It was suffocatingly hot in the log house, and even though it was such a warm sunny day, there was a roaring fire burning in the fireplace. Hagrid made them a pot of tea and a ferret sandwich, but the four politely declined.

"So...you have something to ask me?"

"Yes." Harry said, he didn't think it was necessary to beat around the bush, "We don't know if you can tell us, apart from Lu Wei, what other mechanism is there to guard the Philosopher's Stone?"

Hagrid frowned at them.

"Of course I can't," he said.

"Number one, I don't know it myself. Number two, you already know so much that I wouldn't tell you even if I did. That stone makes a lot of sense here, it was almost stolen at Gringotts Stealing... I guess you guys made this clear, right? I don't understand how you even know about Lou Wei."

"Oh, Hagrid, you probably don't want to tell us, you must know. Of all the things that happen in this school, which one can escape your eyes. You know, you are the most important headmaster Dumbledore. People you trust!" Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone.

Hagrid's beard twitched, and they could see he was smiling, but this time he learned the lesson of the last time, and his mouth became much tighter.

"Actually, we can roughly guess who else designed those mechanisms," Hermione said.

Clark pushed up his glasses, and under Hagrid's nervous gaze, he said unhurriedly, "Of course, there are so many teachers in the whole school, except for you, Hagrid, as far as we know, There are also two teachers, Snape and Quirrell. Now that Teacher Snape is involved, then I think, the deans of the other three colleges, Professor McGonagall...Professor Flitwick...Professor Sprout, they The three of them must have been involved. Right?"

This last "right" was said to Hagrid. Under his offensive, the honest half-giant could no longer resist.

"Okay, okay, I surrender, you are amazing. In fact, it's okay to tell you about it. You guessed it right. These professors are indeed involved in it, so you should know that you are amazing. This is not that you can participate. of."

Hagrid persuaded earnestly, but looking at his simple and honest smile, Harry's inner thoughts were very speechless.

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"You're the only one who knows how to get past Lewis, isn't it, Hagrid?" Harry asked eagerly. "You wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even the teacher, would you?"

"No one wants to know except me and Dumbledore," said Hagrid proudly.

"That's good, that's good." Harry murmured to the others, only to find that Clark, who was sitting beside him, was gone.

"Hagrid, is this blanket yours?" Clark's voice came from behind Hagrid.

Harry looked up and saw Clark was standing beside Hagrid's big bed, looking down at a crumpled blanket, more carefully than he was cooking potions in Potions class.

It turned out that Clark, who was familiar with the plot of the original book, had no interest in their conversation, so he took this opportunity to hang out in Hagrid's hut, preparing to see what the legendary fire dragon egg looked like. Unexpectedly, there was an extra gain.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Hagrid turned his head and glanced.

"If I'm not mistaken, Hagrid, is this the one?" Clark picked up the blanket with both hands, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

When Harry and the others saw Clark like this, they all came together curiously. I saw that the blanket in Clark's hand was ordinary, just a blanket stitched together with various scraps.

"Is this the one?" Hermione seemed to recognize it, her voice trembling a little.

Only Harry and Ron looked at Clark, wondering what puzzle he was playing, while Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile:

"Yes, that's it."