Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 26 Dragon Egg
Chapter 26

The Weasley brothers made a joke and quickly returned to the lounge.

Harry suspected that the secret passage might last a few more years - if the two of them could walk in peace.

Ron squatted helplessly at the door, waiting.

"Harry, have you bought anything?" Seeing a few people coming in, he couldn't wait to ask.

With a blank expression on his face, Harry handed over a large bag of candy: "Here, here it is."

Ron reached out his hand and took it blankly.

Do not…

That's not what I said.

George teased: "Our little Ronnie is still a sweet baby."

"Dumbledore also likes candy." Ron didn't deny it, and grabbed someone to shield himself from the gun.

Fred shook his head: "But he is Dumbledore."

George chimed in: "And you're just a Flobber caterpillar-level baby Ronnie."

Ron waved his hands and strode towards Harry: "Harry, I mean, our one..."

Harry took off his hat and put it on the chair by the fireplace: "You wait a moment, I have something to ask it."

"Thank you, it's really cold outside." The Sorting Hat shivered, "It's much more comfortable this way."

Harry also moved a chair over and sat down: "I found a problem today."

The Sorting Hat glanced at him, waiting for questions, with the tip of the hat drooped down, warming up comfortably by the fire.

"The man whose hands I cut off has the effect of the sword oil from last time." Harry said, "It's just that he is human, and the sword oil won't work on him."

"I remember that the sword oil was wiped clean."

The Sorting Hat said lazily: "It can absorb some liquids and the magical effect carried in the blood."

"For example, your sword oil."

"You didn't tell me." Harry dug into his hat and took out another bottle of ogre oil—he had re-boiled it, and now he felt bad.

The Sorting Hat spoke confidently: "You didn't ask."

"How long will it last?" Harry asked seriously.

The Sorting Hat thought for a while: "Ten years, maybe 20 years, I haven't seen its effect take effect for a long time."

"When Dumbledore pulled out this sword, he was over 60 years old, but he never used it."

"Any other effects?" Harry asked again.

The Sorting Hat was proud: "Of course, it can cut through water and flames, and it can also be immune to some spells. After all, Gryffindor also used this sword to fight wizards."

Harry was a little surprised, the best weapon he had ever used, but it could only increase the effect of Alder's Sign - this was a gift Lambert brought back to him.

The effect that satisfies him most is undoubtedly the ability to absorb sword oil.

save money.

How long can you pluck Hagrid's wool by yourself?up to seven years...

Harry got up and patted Ron on the shoulder: "Come on, let's go out."

"Where are you going? Hogsmeade?" Ron was a little excited.

Harry glanced at him: "Go to Hagrid, I can't get what I want."

"Isn't there one in Hogsmeade?" Ron followed Harry, "Why don't you send a letter to Hermione?"

"Hermione has no money." Harry shook his head.

Ron was taken aback: "I think she is quite rich and bought so many books."

"She comes from a non-wizard family." Harry crawled out of the lounge, "The amount of Galleons that can be exchanged for each year is limited."

"And you're too young, that thing is contraband, and we met liars when we went to Hogsmeade."

Ron was curious: "Liar?"

Harry narrated slowly, and waited until the door of Hagrid's cabin, and was almost finished under Ron's questioning.

"That's great." Ron's eyes were full of envy.

The innocent little wizard who went out to play met the cruel and vicious black wizard. Finally, with the wisdom of the little wizard, he successfully defeated the black wizard.

What a fairytale experience.

Those two nasty brothers, why don't you bring yourself, or you are now Harry's thigh pendant... Oh, no, I am one of the brave little wizards.

When Harry knocked on the door, Fang Fang jumped out first. When he saw who it was, he immediately tucked his tail between his legs, and hid in the room with a howl.

"Harry? Why are you here..." Hagrid was a little surprised, "Oh, it's not that I don't welcome you, I just didn't expect it."

"Merry Christmas." Harry congratulated without much greeting, and cut straight to the point, "I need your help with something."

Hagrid ushered them in: "What's the matter?"

"I need bicorn horn powder, and the skin of the African tree snake, do you have any?" Harry asked.

Hagrid shook his head: "Why would you want these things, they are all contraband."

Harry didn't hide it, and was very sincere: "The first level of the Gryffindor trial needs to use this thing."

"The trial of Gryffindor?" Hagrid's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, you drew the sword of Gryffindor when you entered school. I don't have these things in my hand now."

Ron was disappointed.

"But I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy some potions for getting rid of foxes." Hagrid re-examined, "I can help you to see, you know, there are always wizards who will do this kind of business."

Harry took out money from his pocket, twenty Galleons, and put it on the table: "Thank you, Hagrid."

"No, no money." Hagrid blushed and waved his hands.

Harry shook his head: "It's not for you, it's for those who sell these things."

The friendship of friends should not be mixed with money, no matter how good the relationship between the wolf faction is, the entrusted matter can be counted clearly - rubbing alcohol is not counted, this is another matter.

Hagrid reluctantly nodded, raised his hand and slapped his chest loudly: "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely give you the most reasonable price to get it for you."

Chatted with Hagrid for a while.

Harry and Ron left, politely refusing Hagrid's bag of rock cakes, which even the witcher couldn't do anything about.

Until the end of the Christmas holidays.

Hagrid owls the letter to Harry.

"Have you bought anything?" Harry asked as he hurried through the door.

Hagrid hesitated, pointing to the table, on which there was a wooden box, eighteen gold Galleons and a pile of silver Sickles: "I only bought the African tree snake skin, not the powder of the bicorn horn."

Harry picked up the box, opened it, and saw that the black and black snake skin was very fresh, less than a month since it was peeled off.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry looked serious, "Half of my troubles have been solved for me."

Hagrid pushed the money to Harry again: "I have an idea about bicorn horn powder. There are some in the Forbidden Forest, but they are a little naughty."

"And now the snow is heavy, it may not be easy to find them, I need a little time."

Harry smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm only in the first grade, and there are still six and a half years left."

Hagrid was taken aback: "Harry, you should smile more, you really look like your mother when you smile."

The Christmas holidays are coming to an end soon.

One of the first things Hermione did when she returned to Hogwarts was to find Harry. After learning that Harry had obtained the formula for Compound Potion and was only short of the last ingredient of "Bicorn Horn Powder", her expression was inexplicable Melancholy.

"How long will it take for Hagrid to get it?" Hermione hugged the book, reading the bicorn information, "This is a dangerous creature of level four 'X'."

"I remember that he is not a qualified wizard?"

"Don't worry, Hagrid can deal with it." Harry waved his hand, "He is very strong, at least the giant monster I dealt with is not his opponent."

Hermione still frowned: "How about we steal from Snape's storage room?"

"I just said, this is the most convenient." Seeing that someone had the same opinion as himself, Ron pinched his waist.

Harry shook his head: "That's the last option."

Hagrid's efficiency this time was much slower than Harry expected.

Come February.

There has been no news from him.

Harry couldn't wait any longer, he planned to ask in person.

As soon as Friday's lessons were over and lunch was over, they hurried to Hagrid's cabin.

When he was almost at the house, Harry stopped and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Harry pulled out his wand: "Something's not quite right."

In the warmer weather, the house was closed and the curtains were drawn, and the temperature in the room was frighteningly high. Standing so far away, he felt a wave of heat blowing towards his face.

Hermione and Ron didn't dare to speak, held their breath, and followed Harry slowly to the door.

dong dong——

Harry knocked on the door: "Hagrid, are you home?"

There was a muffled response from the room: "Who is it?"

It was Hagrid's voice, and it was healthy, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "It's me, Harry."

"Wait a minute." Hagrid responded suddenly panicked, and after a while, opened the door to let them in.

It was hotter inside, and the fire in the fireplace was hotter than it had been in winter.

"Harry, you have to wait a while longer." Hagrid muttered, "I haven't..."

Harry ignored him, walked straight to the fireplace, and stopped: "There's an egg in the fireplace, Hagrid, and this is your lunch? This is really rough."

"Oh... this, um... the egg of a very cute creature." Hai Ge hurriedly said, "I'm trying to hatch it."

"A dragon egg?" Hermione said abruptly, "I read in the book that only certain types of dragon eggs need to be hatched in this way."

Ron raised his voice and exclaimed, "Dragon eggs?"

"Hagrid, keeping dragons is illegal! As early as the wizarding conference in 1709, it was forbidden for individuals to keep dragons."

Hermione glanced at Ron in surprise - she didn't know about this, and Ron, who only slept through the History of Magic class, said it so eloquently.

"My brother Charlie, raises dragons in Romania." Ron scratched his face.

Harry felt the majestic breath of life and magic from the dragon egg, a very high-quality material.

"Where did you get it? When you helped me buy the African tree snake skin?" Harry asked back, resisting the urge to reach out.

Hagrid pulled his beard and said, "No, just a few nights ago, I was drinking in Hogsmeade, and by the way, I wanted to ask if anyone had bicorn horn powder in their hands."

"A stranger came up to me to play poker, and within a few rounds bet the dragon's egg—in truth, the man was dying to get rid of it."

Harry stood up and raised his eyebrows: "Bet the dragon egg? Is there anyone else besides you?"

Hagrid shook his head: "No, it's just the two of us, the dragon egg is too eye-catching."

"Tell me about that night in detail." Harry walked back and sat down beside Hagrid.

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