The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Wish you all a Happy New Year in advance!)

Hagrid wasn't the only one in the Forbidden Forest these days.

"You guys are finally here, Charlie is almost at a loss." Hagrid walked in front of him, holding Fang Fang in a daze, "Just Stitch almost made those little boys irritable..."

Under his thick and fluffy beard, there is no way to hide his smile and happiness.

"How many?"

"Six! Cyrus...a total of six!" Hagrid's beard was shaking violently, "Hoho... this way, hey! Charlie! They're here to help you!"

Cyrus and Hermione followed the tall half-blood giant to the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest. The twists and turns along the way told them: For Hagrid, the Forbidden Forest is another home.

In a large, man-made clearing, Cyrus saw Weasley's brother, Charlie Weasley, biting a piece of reed, with several large cages behind him.

Inside those tall iron cages, there are all kinds of fire dragons, including Chinese fireballs, Peruvian venomous dragons, black dragons from the Hebrides...

The biggest one is Ukrainian Iron Belly, which is taller than the Black Dragon of the Hebrides in the British mainland, which is about 30 feet high, and it is more than 20 meters high in height alone.

Just when Cyrus and Hermione were about to say hello to him, they heard dust behind him, a dull sound of landing and a wide shadow, representing Smaug's uninvited arrival.

It howled proudly at the caged fire dragons, and snorted disdainfully.

"Are you sure it can undertake the rescue work?" Charlie carefully leaned towards Cyrus, but Smaug's yellow pupils stared at him firmly, so Charlie had to retreat.

"Don't worry, she is much stronger than these dragons..." Cyrus patted the top of Smaug's head and its bronze horns vigorously.

"In terms of combat effectiveness, I never doubted..." Both he and Hagrid clicked their tongues in disbelief.

If Charlie didn't look at the characteristics, if Smaug didn't have scales all over his body and a smooth tail, he would even think it was a full-grown Ukrainian iron belly.

Because she is so tall...Smaug is only about four years old now. Although the ordinary dragon is fully developed when she is two years old, she still seems to be growing up now...

Obviously it is a Norwegian ridgeback famous for its speed, but now it is bigger than an adult Ukrainian iron belly.

"Tsk... I don't know what the centaur usually feeds." Hermione looked at Smaug, who was only slightly docile in front of Cyrus, and kicked her hard, out of anger. tail.

Smaug's tallness is not "fat", but the whole body is enlarged in perfect proportions, and the black jade-like ridges on her back are smoother, forming sections of waves.

Seemingly like a natural cushion, Cyrus fit perfectly in the hollow in the middle of the ridge.

"She's just a dragon~" Cyrus comforted, and for some reason, Smaug and Hermione were not easy to deal with.

"Yeah! She - only - is a dragon!" Hermione stared at her without flinching, and deliberately repeated what he said, "I'm so sorry ~ Smaug, you heard that too"

Charlie led two people and one dragon to introduce six different varieties of fire dragons in turn, among which Hermione's favorite was the Romanian Longhorn - dark green scales with two golden horns.

As if from a mythical figure depicted in a fresco, wearing a golden helmet with two long horns....

Hermione squatted down, and as she passed by, she gently stroked the tail of the Romanian Longhorn protruding from the cage. Both Cyrus and Smaug were a little dissatisfied.

wait!Dark green scales... long golden horns on the top of the head... Cyrus suddenly became ill...

Cyrus remembered a rather disgusting figure in the dream... extremely fond of pranks, and a reckless, free-wheeling god of mischief.

"Is it 'ma'am' or 'sir'?" Cyrus asked Charlie Weasley in a low voice, waiting until Hermione was behind the next Swedish Brachysaurus.

"Rocky? It's a lady...and a very 'naughty' lady" Charlie patted the cage hard, slapped Hagrid's hand that had been inserted into the cage, and pulled him forward.

ma'am~

Cyrus raised his head, Smaug lowered his neck, and each of them looked at each other with mutual understanding.

Afterwards, Cyrus kicked the cage vigorously, and after he caught up with Hermione, Smaug also kicked the iron cage vigorously with her strong hind legs...but her kick shook the whole The square iron cage was kicked over.

"Rocky! Don't move!" Charlie took out his wand and restored the cage to its original shape, and made her sneezes several times with a spell.

(Romanian Longhorn: All right? What are you kicking me for?)

Among all dragons, except for Smaug, the most lethal flame is the Swedish Short-Snouted Dragon, whose mouth is chained almost all the time.

But just from the nostrils, the dazzling blue flames also burned the surrounding trees to ashes in an instant, and even the stones were burned into black carbon lumps.

"In addition to these, the Eye Sickness Curse can also cause harm to them---" Charlie saw Smaug staring at himself, and quickly added, "Of course...I believe Smaug is the most useful..."

Perhaps Smaug thinks that Cyrus should trust her more than the spell in dealing with the dragon.

Stitch dexterously landed on the top of the short-nosed dragon's cage from the tree, with two arms hanging from the railings, and the other using a branch to string two fish, he deliberately stretched out a fingernail and scraped it. The eyelids of Brachysaurus.

Then, a long stream of flames erupted from his nose, Stitch avoided the center of the flames, and the surrounding heat alone cooked the sea fish in his hands.

Apparently, this isn't the first time Stitch has done this...

"Stitch! Come down!!" Cyrus finally understood what Hagrid meant, "Stop bullying these fire dragons..."

He seemed to have completely forgotten what he had just done, and confidently captured Stitch with the Force, and it slid in the air with small steps and powerlessness.

"This little thing, since the fire dragon was moved here, it hasn't allowed the fire dragons to sleep peacefully..." Charlie couldn't help but sigh, "I'm almost woken up by the fire dragon's cry at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night. "

"It's just too idle... Be honest!" Cyrus snatched the grilled fish from Stitch's hand, and handed one of the skewers to Hermione with a playful smile.

Let's be honest....Swedish Brachysaurus doesn't cook badly...

When he ignored the angry Stitch and took a bite of the crispy, charred outside and tender inside, Stitch understood his stunned attitude, so he yelled at Charlie proudly, and crawled to Cyrus' back.

Charlie knew at this moment that these fire dragons at least...don't want to have a good life until the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

But... are the roasted Swedish short-snosed dragon really so delicious?He hasn't tried it yet...well, there's no way Charlie could have tasted something baked by a dragon.

"Why...is there no fragrance from roasted smaug?" Cyrus tasted the taste, and glanced at her hesitantly, "It's not fragrant...just, it always feels like it's missing a scent... ..."

"You won't know" Hermione seemed to be the only one who knew the truth.

"What exactly is it?" The more she was like this, the more she was able to arouse Cyrus' curiosity, "The baked short-nosed dragon is not bad, but it lacks a faint fragrance and sweetness..."

Smaug suddenly slowed down and raised his head high, pretending he couldn't hear anything.

"It's 'saliva'!"

"What... what?" Cyrus thought he had heard wrong, and he tilted his head in disbelief.

"You heard that right, it's 'saliva'...it belongs to your beloved Smaug..." Hermione narrowed her eyes, and handed the unmoving grilled fish to Stitch, "After all, you used to She vomited out the few servings she ate..."

Stitch: It's better to be a female Twoleg!Won't steal my grilled fish~

No wonder... No wonder Cyrus has never seen Hermione eat the meat that Smaug roasted for Cyrus alone, she always cooks it herself, and she even calls it 'the barbecue is delicious only if you do it yourself'

No wonder!He said why Smaug, whether it is grilled meat or grilled fish, has a sweet taste...

"Why didn't you tell me!!"

"You didn't ask, my dear..." Hermione spread her hands and tilted her head, expressing her helplessness, "That's why Smaug's roasted meat tastes better... I hope you like it~"

Charlie looked at him sympathetically, Ambergris?Maybe Cyrus was trying for the first time.

"Don't worry, maybe you can publish a book like Principal Dumbledore..." He gloated and said with a smile, "It's called "The Twelve Uses of Dragon Saliva", how about it? Future dragon research expert!"

"But now you can be sure, the ambergris may be used as a 'seasoning'" Hermione whispered in his ear, "Aha! Mr. Cyrus may prefer the Norwegian Ridgeback..."

"If it's you!" Cyrus interrupted her.

"What do you mean?"

"It means... not only Smaug's, but yours can also be used as a seasoning!" Cyrus looked away, and said with a little disorientation, "If it's Miss Granger, the effect may be better !"

Hermione pressed her tongue against her chin, her eyebrows slowly raised...

Suddenly she grabbed Cyrus' wrist and stretched her head over to take a bite of his uneaten side, her teeth secreting a small amount of saliva as she shredded the shreds of meat.

"It's not bad...it's no different from what I baked myself..." She tightened her wine-red scarf and turned to go to the other cages. If she was lucky, she might even pick up some scales.

Stitch didn't understand why Cyrus would prefer to eat a place that was bitten by someone else... Could it be that his status in the family is lower than it?

Thinking of this, Stitch sighed and rubbed his hair pityingly.

"By the way, the first project will start on the 24th, and you will have a nice banquet after that." Charlie looked at the two cubs, and suddenly felt that his favorite job suddenly became boring.

"Ah... ah? Isn't that Christmas?!" Cyrus' eyes lit up, he took out a piece of parchment from his arms, stuffed it into Stitch's arms, and put it in the He murmured a few words in his ears.

Hermione could only hear fragmentary words such as "band" and "surprise" slightly.

"My birthday is over, and I've eaten all the cakes." Hermione watched as Stitch climbed up the tree with four arms, dangled the fish, and swung away in the direction of the castle while hanging on the rattan.

"Cough...it's nothing, it's just a trick with Weasley and the others, hey! Aussie's eyes are open!"

The Australian dragon is known as one of the most beautiful dragons. Its scales are pearl-like materials that can reflect rainbows, and its pupilless eyes are shining and colorful during the day.

'Unfortunately, it would look better in blue,' thought Hermione, sitting on Smaug's tail.