The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked, thinking of Mrs. Pince's mad look, Hagrid resolutely confessed.

But he would never trust these lay books again.

"Just tear up the chicken you killed just now and feed it. Don't feed it liquid food, even its mother can't do this." Under the expectant gaze, Aini gave the answer that lived up to everyone's expectations.

Hagrid slapped himself on the forehead fiercely. He actually forgot that dragons have no desires, and fell into the trap of these black-hearted book sellers.

Pulling his feet out of geography, Hagrid thanked Ernie gratefully and went out to deal with the chicken.

The four people in the room could still hear Hagrid muttering something, mumbling as soon as he plucked his hair, mumbling as soon as he plucked his hair.

The voice seemed to come from the back molars. Although Hagrid turned his back to them outside the window, it didn't take a moment for them to imagine Hagrid's teeth-gritting expression.

"Ani, why can such wrong things be published?" The little witch was a little bit collapsed. In her cognition, the records in the book were the truth and the standard for her cognition of the world.

Now she feels that her world view is about to collapse, how can the things in the book be wrong?

"This... Hermione, you can actually read the novel..." Aini was speechless. The little witch said that the books she had read included a complete set of textbooks for primary and secondary schools in the UK, Encyclopedia Britannica, and Hogwarts textbooks for all grades. Historical readings, more orthodox biographies...

She rarely reads leisure and entertainment books. It can be said that most of Hermione's knowledge of the world comes from books. ……"etc.

Coupled with the fact that she is too young and has very little experience, this is the first time she has encountered the method in the letter book, but it is almost a bad thing.

"But, this, this "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit", shouldn't it be a reference book?" The little witch said sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

Hagrid walked in with the chicken, and scanned the three men suspiciously, as if they had done something heinous.

It's really pitiful for the little girl to cry with her broken faith.

"Hermione, the records in the book are not necessarily true." Seeing the look of the two "useless men" at a loss, Aini persuaded the little witch: "Calm down, in fact, the methods in this book It cannot be said to be wrong.”

"Why? Didn't you say that this would cause harm to the fire dragon?" Although she was a little skeptical, but hearing that the knowledge in the book was not wrong, the little witch stopped crying and looked at Aini expectantly.

Seeing this, Aini dismissed the idea of ​​taking this opportunity to reverse Hermione's ideas and make her not be superstitious about books.

Anyway, she will figure it out in the future, sooner or later, it is more important to let her stop crying now.

"Hermione, the fire dragons raised for profit will never survive the end of their lifespan. Fire dragons are too dangerous, and the conditions for private domestication of fire dragons vary. In order to prevent fire dragons from getting out of control, most of the farmed fire dragons die soon after entering their youth. will be slaughtered."

"Using brandy and chicken blood to feed the fire dragon will greatly shorten its breeding cycle, which was correct for the dragon breeders at that time." Aini silently swallowed another reason.

Catalytic dragon raising method, um, let’s call this method of raising dragons.

Most of the books that record the orthodox way of raising dragons are listed as banned books. On the contrary, books such as "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit" that promote and catalyze dragon raising methods are allowed to be sold publicly, and it is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to get rid of the relationship.

Perhaps all of this is the Ministry of Magic fueling the flames, which will allow them to obtain greater benefits.Sometimes they even let those dragon raisers go on purpose, and wait for the fire dragon to grow up before going to pay.

The father of a Hufflepuff third year did just that.

"But these fire dragons are so pitiful." The little witch couldn't bear the thought of the fire dragon being ripened and slaughtered.

"Hermione, that was a long time ago, that book was older than Headmaster Dippet, and what you may not know is that he was 355 years old when he died. Look, now we feed this. Already knowing the reason for Hermione's crying from Harry, Hagrid deliberately put the plate on the table and made a loud noise.

By the way, he interrupted Headmaster Dippet, Hagrid had absolutely no respect for Dumbledore's predecessor.

Although Hagrid looks big and thick, he is quite good at coaxing children.

When he said this, Hermione took Ernie's description as a relic in the pile of old papers for granted, and began to watch Norbert eat with relish.

The little guy was born not long ago, the hideous bone spurs have not yet grown, and his movements are a little stiff, which makes him look a little cute.

This made Aini heave a sigh of relief, shut his mouth decisively, and stop extending the topic. If the whole world raised dragons like Hagrid, the price of dragon parts would probably increase by five times.

Perhaps only those black dragons in the Hebrides are the happiest.

Thinking of this, Ernie feels a little ashamed. Tom hasn't been to the Hebrides since he was weaned. Let's go and see them this weekend.

Several people in the room looked at Aini subconsciously, and the smiles that caught their eyes seemed to bring them sand and sunshine.

"Hey~" Noble called out crisply, stopped eating the meat, grabbed his feet and crawled over, and jumped towards Aini's chest with all his strength, but fell straight onto his knees as soon as he left the table. .

He didn't care if he was bitten, he crawled two steps and stabbed his head towards the place where the dog likes to smell most.

Aini quickly picked up Noble, and if you play like this, you will die.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, let's go, it's time for dinner." Aini got up and returned the little dragon to the jealous Hagrid.

"What's for dinner tonight? I'll bring it here for you." Looking at Hagrid's appearance, a mere meal is clearly not enough for him to leave Xiaolong and go to the auditorium. What have you bought, come back and let's have a drink together."

"Not bad." Hagrid's eyes lit up. He was a drunk guy, or there was no giant who didn't like drinking, but looking at Norbert, Hagrid reluctantly refused the proposal.

"Sorry, Annie. I have to stay awake and have a little one to take care of."

There was nothing wrong with Aini, and immediately led the little wizards back to the castle. He wanted to go to the auditorium with them for dinner, but was blocked by Snape who came in a hurry.

Snape led Aini to the office on the basement floor two or three minutes later.

Aini has always been curious, how did Snape achieve the effect of trotting even though he was walking smoothly?

After entering the door, you can see a wall full of racks, with bottles and jars of different sizes lined up on it. The things inside fully prove the gold-absorbing ability of a potions master.

In a Muggle word, these Snape's darlings were priceless.

But Enny has always believed that even if Snape is not a master of potions or even a wizard, with his extraordinary aesthetics, opening a haunted house in the Muggle world can definitely make a lot of money.

Without waiting for Aini to feel more emotion, Snape hastily closed the door, and impatiently led Aini into the suite.

It is not the imaginary bedroom, but a huge space of more than 300 square meters.

This is obviously the place where Snape usually refines potions. Dozens of workbenches are lined up among them, and many crucibles are still bubbling, but the air in the room is very clear, and there is no strange smell. .

Aini thought that Snape had researched a new result, and was about to walk to the workbench when Snape dragged him into a corner.