Dragon's Wealth Plan

Added a graduation assessment for students, actual combat with acromantia.That is to say, part of the giant arachnids will be wiped out every year.And Miller has more... less extra meals.

Harry went to comfort Hagrid who had been crying, and learned from Hagrid that the treasure in the restricted area was related to Nick Flamel.

The winter vacation is coming at this time, and the dinner before the farewell is a hodgepodge of acromanders highly recommended by Miller...

Even if he wanted to spend Christmas with Miller again, Draco was dragged back to Malfoy Manor, and only Harry and Ron were left in the SG team.Miller was so angry that he could only eat a fixed amount of acromantia every year. The white-bearded old man dared to limit his food, but since it was good for his gems, he endured it, but this year he decided to eat more. Anyway, the current number is said to have exceeded the standard for actual combat exercises.

The house elves didn't dare to disobey Miller, so this year's Christmas dinner was ingeniously added a fire in the middle of the hall, barbecue party, self-sufficient, unlimited supply of ingredients, including acromantula.

Ever since he knew that Snape liked to eat 'live' acromanders, Milledo sent several stunned acromanders to the cellar.But Snape always closed the door of his room, which made Miller a little curious, how did Snape deal with these acromantulas, the new way to eat them?

Octopus sashimi?Acromantula sushi?Or what other method?Is it yummy……

So during the Christmas dinner, Miller kept watching Snape, ready to see how he would eat the acromantia raw.

Unfortunately, the acromantula, as a rare magical creature for decades, has too much potion research value, and Snape planned not to step out of his potion laboratory during the winter vacation.

Two people were also absent from the Christmas dinner. One is said to be Quirrell who suffered a heart attack from being frightened by a 'live' acromantula. Hagrid the Spider-Slayer.

In a wizard's pub, Hagrid met a kind man who heard about Hagrid's pain of losing his pet and gave Hagrid a dragon egg that he couldn't handle.Hagrid immediately felt that this was the best Christmas present, and he was surrounded by happiness.

All the well-wishers wanted was Hagrid singing a song.

Of course Hagrid is willing to meet his friend's request. It is said that the dwarf's singing voice is very good from a certain angle, and the half-giant's...

Because he was living in someone else's body temporarily, he couldn't close his ears and listen behind him, the Lord Spirit Dark Demon King was angry, and then Quirrell slapped the table with his hand and left.The drunken Hagrid was still holding the dragon egg and singing some lullaby about your mother loves you the most... There was no one else in the bar long ago, and the power of the music was sometimes very powerful, especially the kind of music that cost no money.

"Master, don't you need the half-giant's singing? It hasn't been recorded yet."

——"This Demon King decided to sing a song, I don't believe it, it's not as good as that half giant!"

Most schoolgirls can sing a song or two, and the Dark Lord is no exception...

queen and pride

"Ron, Ron, are you okay!" Harry asked worriedly, looking at Ron, who was smiling so foolishly and erratically moving forward.

"It's okay, Harry, I'm fine." Ron chuckled, "I'm better than ever."

Harry was embarrassed. He had heard that there were alcoholics before, but there was no alcohol at the dinner tonight.

"George, Fred." Harry watched the twins run past each other holding up the leg of an acromantula, fighting each other like swordsmen, and stopped them, "Look at Ron, he..."

"It's all right, Harry—"

"--Don't worry!"

"My little brother—"

"—he's just so happy!"

Harry froze for a moment, looked at Ron, who was aware of his gaze, gave him a retrospective smile, and shuddered, was he really happy, wasn't he possessed by a ghost...

However, the twins are not worried about their younger brother, so it should be fine, but... why is Ron so 'happy'.

"Ron, we're friends, aren't we?" Harry thought about what Draco had mentioned, and spoke tactfully.

"Of course, Harry." Ron took Harry's hand enthusiastically. "We are best friends."

Harry tried his best to pull his hand back, and said persuasively, "Then, will you share your happy event with me?"

Ron clapped his hands on Harry's shoulders, "Yes, how could I forget to be happy with my good brother."

Ron raised his head and looked seriously into Harry's eyes, "Harry, you know, I... I've always..."

Harry looked at Ron's face flushed slightly, his eyes seemed to pierce the bottom of his heart, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, what's the situation.

Ron turned his head, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes, "Your Majesty Miller is really great."

Harry tilted his head, he must have answered the question in a wrong way.

"I've always been so afraid of spiders, you know, on the train." Ron turned around and continued seriously, "I've always been afraid of spiders since I was a kid, and George and Fred used to scare me with them."

"Well, I know." Harry blinked, did Ron really not drink, why is it so drunk that he can't even speak under the control of his brain?

"Expect Gryffindor bodies to be controlled by their troll-like brains? You're delusional!"

Snape's voice suddenly came from downstairs, and Harry glanced down to see that it was Millardo and Snape who were on their way back to the cellar.

"Their brains can only control a creature smaller than a sparrow!" Snape continued.

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, Christmas, how did Gryffindor provoke him again.Asking Ron to go back to the dormitory and wait for him to go back before sharing the happy event, Harry quietly walked down the stairs and continued to listen openly and carefully.

"Oh, the taste of the roasted sparrow is also good. Do you want to eat the black pearl?" Miller said excitedly, "But the sparrow meat is a little less, and one bite is not enough. You probably like raw food so much. I'd rather eat more meat."

"Who said I like to eat it raw?" Snape frowned, and even though Harry didn't see it, he could imagine it.

"Aren't you the acromantula who asked me to give you a live one?" Miller was overjoyed, "It's okay, it's okay if you like to eat raw, don't be embarrassed."

"Excuse me? Are you embarrassed to see me with that eye? I..." Snape paused and took a deep breath, "What was our topic just now?"

"Roast sparrow?"

"previous."

"Baked Gryffindor?"

"It's a good idea." The corner of Snape's mouth rose 3 degrees, and he said a little nastyly, "But students can't eat it, and the previous one."

"Oh, acromantula! The bedtime story beside your bed said..." Miller raised his voice again, feeling very good.

Snape rubbed his forehead, "That's not a bedtime story."

"What's that? You put it on the bedside table." Miller pouted, why would he be ashamed to admit it, isn't it because adults still want to read before going to bed.

"That doesn't matter..." Snape was determined not to be distracted by the silly dragon.

"It doesn't matter what you mentioned..." Miller felt aggrieved, "I obviously want to say, your bedtime reading said—— [Acromantulas are considered to be bred by wizards, maybe to make them To guard a wizard's residence or treasure. Other monsters, usually created by magic, also serve this purpose.]①"

"That is to say, those acromantids might be looking at a large group of treasures!" Miller grinned, "I went to sleep after buying the castle, and I didn't have time to buy the Forbidden Forest, so I couldn't find out where What baby."

"But... baby~ one more will not take up too much space~" Miller writhed.

"Then you can find it yourself." Snape had confidence in the dragon's force.

"However, I want to take the little gems to the Forbidden Forest. They said that they have never been there. Children should go around and they should not be restricted." Miller was raised and raised of……

"The group of Gryffindors? They haven't been there? It's just that they haven't been caught." Snape curled his lips.

"So take them with you, they practice magic, didn't the old man with white beard also say to take them in actual combat? Then I'll go find the baby~" Miller couldn't help but want to roll when he thought of the baby.

"Please use your brain, if you know there is a treasure, it will be a miracle if those little bastards will not be curious, run around or cause trouble!"

Miller tilted his head and smiled, not like the usual smirk, the arc of his mouth was just full of confidence and warmth, "I'm here, it's fine, don't worry."

Snape was well aware of the silly dragon's ability to disrupt the atmosphere, and crossed his arms, "Continue talking."

"With me here, it's fine, don't worry, they can't take away the baby~"

Snape closed his eyes, flung his robes, and strode forward, "Call me when you go."

Since there is a silly dragon, why doesn't he go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to get some potion ingredients that are usually not easy to get.

"Will Black Pearl want to grab the treasure from me?" Miller chased after Snape, reluctantly said, "Well... I can only give you one... just one~"

With Gryffindor-like excitement for adventure, Harry walked back to his dormitory, only to be grabbed by Ron.

"Brother, I didn't finish talking just now."

"You don't know how grateful I am to Miller." Ron continued with a rippling smile on his face. "Since the end of term and I had the spider dinner tonight—I'm not afraid of spiders anymore!"

Harry forced a smile, nodded, and comforted Ron, lying on the bed, thinking about the treasures of the Forbidden Forest...