Silan walked for a while, and just as he left the stadium, he bumped into Snape, who was wearing a hoodie.
He probably hadn't recovered from the feeling of riding Broomstick yet; his face was still somewhat pale.
"Professor Snape," Silan greeted him, "You don't look well."
"What are you doing here?" Snape asked instead of answering.
"The game is over, and I'm heading back to the castle."
Seeing that Snape offered no explanation, Silan wisely refrained from asking further questions.
Snape had no intention of arguing with Silan. He silently walked up to him, rolled his eyes, and warned in a warning tone, "You'd better stay away from Quirrell."
After the start of the school year, Silan still occasionally went to Quirrell's office to ask him about Ancient Runes.
During this time, Quirrell repeatedly mentioned that Silan had mastered Defence Against the Dark Arts and wanted to take him to the Forbidden Forest to try it out.
But Silan made excuses to decline them all.
This made Quirrell increasingly anxious.
Snape said this probably because he sensed something was wrong with Quirrell and wanted Silan to stay away from him.
"I understand, Professor." Silan nodded in agreement.
But he knew that Quirrell wouldn't give up so easily and would probably come looking for him again soon.
After saying goodbye to Snape, Silan turned a corner and found a spot with a good view, watching Snape walk into the Forbidden Forest from afar.
It's almost dinnertime now, and there are hardly any people outside the castle.
After Snape entered the Forbidden Forest, Harry also rode his broomstick and flew Forbidden Forest.
Silan emerged from the shadows, muttering to himself, "After this, Harry and the others should be able to deduce that Snape wants the Philosopher's Stone."
"But since Hagrid hasn't gotten the dragon egg yet, Quirrell doesn't know how to get around Fluffy yet, so there's still plenty of time."
What interests him most now is Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback that Hagrid is about to hatch.
If we could use it to farm entries related to Animal Bloodline, it would definitely be twice as effective.
Furthermore, the skills extracted from the Dragon are highly anticipated.
With that in mind, Silan took a detour to Hagrid's Hut and told Fang, "If Hagrid is going out one night, be sure to let me know."
After Silan offered several large bones with meat on them, Fang happily agreed.
It's now April, the weather is warming up, and everything is coming back to life.
There are 10 weeks left until the final exams.
But Hermione had already started studying and preparing for the exam, making a study plan for herself and marking the key points with colored pens.
In her words, "I absolutely cannot lose to Silan in the final exam, or at least I can't be too much worse Silan."
Hermione was starting to feel that she couldn't catch up with Silan, which made her feel somewhat frustrated.
But this setback did not diminish her will; instead, it fueled her fighting spirit.
Anyway, Silan was there to help me with my studies.
Silan studied while keeping an eye on Hagrid's movements.
Fortunately, his eyesight was good enough that he could see Hagrid's Hut from Hogwarts Castle.
That day, after accompanying Hermione to finish her studies, he went to the window that offered a view of Hagrid's Hut, as usual.
Fang was wagging its tail and spinning rapidly in an open space visible from a window.
This was the secret code it had agreed upon with Silan.
This means Hagrid will be going out tonight.
Silan arrived at Hagrid's Hut, but Hagrid was already gone; only Fang was still there.
He fed Fang some food, patted its head, and asked, "Hagrid went to Hogsmeade?"
"Waaah... didn't sit... woof..." Fang was full of grease, and he slurred his words, "He said he was going to the village to drink."
It was already night.
The weather was clear, the bright moon hung high in the sky and the stars twinkled, the bright moonlight spread out on the ground like a silver veil.
Silan waited quietly for Hagrid.
Fortunately, it didn't take long before a huge, dark shadow appeared in the distance.
The moonlight stretched his shadow long, like a sheet of dough rolled out with a rolling pin.
"Hmph hmph hmph hmph..."
Before Hagrid even arrived, Silan could already hear his cheerful singing in the night breeze.
He seems to be in a good mood.
"Good evening, Hagrid," Silan greeted him.
"Huh? Who is it?!"
Hagrid was startled by the sudden sound, clutching the black dragon egg in his arms tightly, and stared wide-eyed at the door of his hut.
He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was Silan.
Keeping Dragon is illegal, even possessing dragon eggs is prohibited. If someone sees you doing that, like Filch, it could cause serious trouble.
"What are you doing here, Silan?" Hagrid looked up at the moon. "It's so late, you should go back to sleep."
"It's not curfew yet," Silan said with a smile, her gaze drifting towards the dragon egg in his arms.
The dragon egg was as black as charcoal, and it did not reflect any light even under the bright moonlight.
In addition, the dragon egg was unusually large. Even if Hagrid's pockets could hold a copper kettle, sausages, fire poker, large cups, and other odds and ends, it would still be difficult to stuff the dragon egg inside.
So Hagrid could only hold it.
Noticing Silan's gaze, Hagrid wanted to hide the dragon egg, but he couldn't bear to put it down, so he held it tightly in his arms and wrapped it in his coat.
"Stop hiding, I saw everything."
"What?" Hagrid feigned ignorance.
"Hagrid, you have a dragon egg," Silan said seriously. "I must remind you that a law prohibiting the keeping of Dragon was officially passed at the Wizarding Council in 1709."
"You don't know? If the Ministry of Ministry of Magic finds out you possess a dragon egg, you'll probably be fired from Hogwarts."
Silan began to spread alarmist rumors.
The word "dismissal" worked surprisingly well for Hagrid.
Hagrid's eyes widened, his beard trembling slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memories. He clutched the dragon egg tightly, hastily trying to justify himself.
"Norbert is still just an egg!"
Silan was speechless. Had they already chosen a name before the hatchlings even emerged?
"Are you going to say you're not planning to hatch it? Don't you want to see Norbert fly? Oh, and it can breathe fire too." Silan tempted Hagrid like a devil.
He knew that Hagrid had wanted a Dragon since he was a child.
"Uh... I..."
Hagrid stammered, unable to speak.
He'd dreamed of having a Dragon since he was a child, and now that the dragon egg was in his hands, how could he possibly resist hatching it?
"Please, Silan," Hagrid pleaded like a big child clutching a favorite toy, "Please don't tell Dumbledore."
"I can... I can let you hatch the dragon egg with me. I remember you're very popular with the animals. Just imagine how fun it would be to hatch a Dragon with your own hands!"
Silan smiled, "That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear."
"Make a deal."