My Home Is Quite Large

"Poor Professor Kayson," Draco said, looking at Kayson with a strange, almost compassionate expression that didn't belong on his face. Kayson found it unsettling.

He had never wished so badly in his life that he knew the Scouring Charm.

Under that peculiar gaze, he calmly took off his wizard robe, revealing a black shirt underneath.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" The others didn't look kindly upon Malfoy.

"Ahem…" Kayson coughed suddenly, drawing everyone's attention. "Harry, strictly speaking, you shouldn't say that, because this is Hagrid's house."

Hagrid shrugged. "I don't mind. I welcome all young wizards to visit me."

"You're quite decent, big guy," Draco said, with uncharacteristic politeness.

Fine. Harry and the other two pinched their noses and shifted the sofa they were sitting on, making room for Draco. "You still haven't answered my question."

"I came back from the Quidditch pitch and heard you talking about a dragon, so I came to take a look. I didn't see the dragon, but I did see… well… you crying quite unattractively, big guy."

Hagrid awkwardly wiped away the lingering tears from the corners of his eyes. "You can call me Hagrid."

"Alright, Hagrid."

"Yes, that's right. I was initially attracted by the dragon, but when I came in, I didn't…"

A long silence followed, then he said, his tone wavering slightly, "Is that a dragon egg?"

"Yes, and it should be hatching soon," Hagrid said, sitting on the sofa and looking at the dragon egg in the fireplace with satisfaction.

"What are you plotting now?" Neville's tone was equally stiff.

"Can't I just like it?"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the dragon egg in the fireplace trembled. Hagrid looked at the egg, then at Kayson, feeling a bit lost. "Should I put out the fire? Will it harm the little guy?"

And Kayson… Kayson knew nothing about dragons.

In the end, it was Draco who spoke. "You can put out the fire now…"

Everyone looked at him. Draco rolled his eyes. "Why are you all looking at me? This dragon egg looks like a Norwegian Ridgeback. It's best not to have fire when a Norwegian Ridgeback hatches… Of course, it's not impossible with fire, but it's best to put it out."

Hagrid nodded and pressed a button. The flames in the fireplace immediately went out, revealing two magma blocks.

It was then that Draco noticed the fireplace didn't even have fuel. After all, among the fewer than seven people in this small cabin, Hagrid, Harry, and Hermione only had a vague understanding of Alchemy. Ron came from a poor family, and his exposure to Alchemy was limited to his twin brothers and his father's half-baked Alchemy.

As for Neville's family, there was no mention of anyone skilled in Alchemy, and in recent years, they had gradually withdrawn from the core of the wizarding world…

Draco looked at Kayson intently. This alchemist, who had received apprentice training since childhood, had the least concept of his own Alchemy. For example, precious alchemical artifacts had become fireplace switches, and the results that other alchemists would immerse themselves in were distributed by him to the young wizards, coupled with his constant passive bragging…

It could be said that among the seven people in this room, he was the only one who knew its worth.

"Hmm… Professor Kayson, do you still accept custom orders for the whole house?" he asked, gathering his courage.

After all, he was prepared for the professor to utter words that were -273.15 degrees Celsius, such as six-figure gold Galleons.

Kayson's answer made his mouth twitch uncontrollably.

"I don't have any plans to do any more custom orders for now, because before that, I want to renovate Hogwarts… It's just a pity that Dumbledore won't let me use explosives, so I can only design it little by little."

"Hmm… alright."

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Crack!

The sound of an eggshell breaking interrupted the conversation that was about to reignite in the room. All eyes turned to the egg standing on the obsidian countertop.

A crack had already appeared on it. Soon, the crack grew larger, and finally, an ugly dragon head emerged from it.

Kayson, Hagrid, and Draco were all captivated by the small, ugly dragon head.

As for Harry and the other two, they huddled together, whispering.

"What should we do? I remember Hogwarts prohibits raising dragons," Hermione whispered.

"…Should we remind Hagrid?" Neville asked.

"No, Malfoy is here. If he remembers this, he'll definitely use it to blackmail us!" Ron said decisively.

"Then what do we do? Just wait? He'll remember it when he turns around!" Ron said.

"…Do you know Obliviate?" Hermione suddenly asked.

Neville understood. His hand began to unceremoniously reach for a piece of hard rock cake on the plate, immediately intending to demonstrate a physical Obliviate.

"Uh… can't we just ask Professor Kayson to vouch for us? And Neville, can you put that rock cake down? That's not Obliviate, that's Avada Kedavra." Harry said in a low voice.

"Will this work?" Neville put down the rock cake.

"It should, right? I think Professor Kayson has a good relationship with Dumbledore…"

Just as they were planning further, Draco interrupted them. "What are you whispering about over there?"

"Nothing."

Draco pouted and looked at Hagrid again. "Big guy, what are you going to do with it? As far as I know, a Norwegian Ridgeback can outgrow this house in less than a month."

"Uh… I'll ask Dumbledore to help me find a dragon breeding farm and send him there."

"Is that so… My home is quite large, I mean the dragon breeding farm…"

"I can contact Charlie; he works at the dragon reserve."

The two said in unison.

The air was invisibly filled with the scent of gunpowder.

Hagrid also felt the strange atmosphere and was about to look at Kayson when Kayson looked at his wristwatch first.

"Alright, young wizards, it's curfew without us realizing it. If you don't want to get caught by Filch, leave now. I'll escort you."

The two stopped their intense gazes, grunted, and stood up.

After leaving Hagrid's hut, Kayson released three fluorites to circle around him and escorted the five young wizards back to the castle. It wasn't until the six of them were almost at the door of the Slytherin common room that he heard a commotion suddenly behind him.

Neville and Ron took out their wands, ready to give Draco a real lesson and get points deducted. Harry and Hermione, however, were still there, clueless about what had happened.

Kayson also didn't know what had happened.

Neville noticed Kayson's confusion and quickly explained, "Malfoy called Hermione a... a... Mudblood."

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