Hagrid really did love dragons.
When Vaughan carried Norberta away, Hagrid cried so hard he could barely speak. He stood at the door, frantically waving a handkerchief, unwilling to go back inside for a long time.
"He's completely mad. He's crying like we really took his child away!"
After climbing over the hill and taking one last look at Hagrid's broad figure waving his handkerchief, Ron could not help complaining. "How long has this dragon even been alive? Ten hours? Hagrid treats it better than Fang."
"It is a dragon, Ron."
"I'm never going to like dragons again." Ron curled his lip, looked at Norberta huddled in Vaughan's arms, and reached out a finger to tease it.
Norberta bared its mouthful of sharp little teeth, its slit pupils fixed firmly on Ron.
"What are you looking at?!"
Copying Vaughan, Ron bent his finger and flicked Norberta hard.
Norberta toppled over at once. Strangely, though this little dragon was terrified whenever Vaughan flicked it, it was not afraid of Ron at all. It quickly raised its long slender neck again, its bulging red eyes locked onto Ron as it let out a threatening, snake-like hiss.
Ron asked in confusion, "Why isn't it afraid of me?"
"Dragons are magical creatures, not puppies or kittens," Hermione said. "If you want to scare it, your magic has to be at least stronger than its."
"You're saying that even though I'm this big, my magic isn't stronger than its?"
"Obviously!"
"Rubbish!"
Harry snickered under his breath. Ron's face reddened, and he still wanted to keep trying to teach Norberta a lesson.
In a rare moment of kindness, Vaughan warned him, "Dragons are very intelligent, and they have excellent memories. If you keep bullying it like this, it'll remember you forever."
Ron did not care. "So