It seemed that the closer the holidays got, the more slowly time passed.
Many students were counting the days until break on their fingers.
"Hey, what's going on? I remember there being six days left when I counted last time. Why are there still six days when I count now?" one student said.
The student beside him said speechlessly, "Please, forget last time. Even the time before that, and the time before that, there were six days left, because you just counted them this morning—and more than ten times, at that..."
"Oh, really?" He smiled sheepishly.
Then the two sighed and said in unison, "So slow..."
Great Hall.
Harry was carefully leafing through a book he had borrowed from the library. Several other books lay scattered across the table.
After Hermione came over, she glanced at their titles: The Dragons of Britain and Ireland, From Hatching to Nirvana, A Guide to Dragon Rearing, Raising Dragons for Pleasure and Profit, The Dragon Lover...
She asked in confusion, "I've seen you reading all sorts of books about dragons lately. Why?"
Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"I'm looking for a way to make a young dragon acknowledge someone as its master."
As for why he was doing this, it was naturally because Hagrid was about to acquire a Dragon Egg.
Hagrid had kept many pets, but dragons were absolutely forbidden. The Ministry of Magic had regulations concerning them, so in the end, Hagrid would certainly have to send the dragon away.
But if Harry could make the young dragon acknowledge him as its master, then even if it was sent away, it would still be his pet once it grew up.
Could anything be more exciting than having a dragon as a pet?
Hermione said, "Did you