"Fleurina, sit." Brook gave the command.
Fleurina immediately sat down obediently.
"Stand."
Fleurina stood up.
"Good girl." Brook rewarded Fleurina with another mouthful of liquor.
After drinking, Fleurina took the initiative to rub her head against Brook's outstretched hand.
Hagrid watched with obvious jealousy.
He could not help muttering under his breath.
"Fleurina, don't you love me anymore?"
Though Hagrid thought he was speaking quietly, everyone in the room heard him perfectly clearly.
"Ahem."
Brook directly pulled a crate of high-proof malt liquor from his storage space. There were a full thirty bottles inside.
"Hagrid, these are for you. From now on, you'll be the one feeding Fleurina. But you need to train her too, understand?"
Hagrid's eyes lit up. He eagerly opened a bottle and brought it to Fleurina's mouth.
Fleurina gulped it down in huge mouthfuls.
She showed no sign of stopping.
Before long, she had drained the entire bottle.
Fleurina was pleased with herself and rubbed her head against Hagrid's large hand.
Hagrid grinned so broadly that his mouth nearly reached his ears.
Brook said sternly, "Hagrid, if you feed her without any restraint like this, I won't give you any more liquor."
Hagrid immediately panicked. "No! Brook!"
Brook carefully explained all the precautions for training Fleurina to Hagrid.
He also made it clear that he would regularly inspect Fleurina's training results and the amount of liquor remaining.
If Hagrid failed to meet the requirements, Brook would take it all back.
Brook knew this was a little cruel to Hagrid.
But it was still better than Fleurina suddenly giving in to her wild nature and hurting Hagrid someday.
Draco stared enviously at Fleurina, who was as docile as a puppy beside Hagrid.
"Brook, can you sell me a crate of that liquor?"
"Of course." Brook smiled at