The Joy of Being a Celestial Dragon Was Beyond Her Imagination!

In the dormitory, Kane squatted by the fireplace. To his left was a small cauldron full of Galleons. As the Galleons melted one by one into gold ingots, he casually placed them on the floor.

On the other side was a big rooster, plucked, washed, and seasoned, its two eyes staring blankly as it quietly waited to go from raw to cooked.

He kept at it until the afternoon. Only after Kane had finished hammering together the golden birdcage in the dormitory did he finally straighten up and stretch hard.

After putting Hujin inside, he fed it a small piece of meat that was about to spoil. Then, an egg dropped out just like that.

"Hmm! Making a male bird lay eggs isn't Hagrid's exclusive talent. I can do it too!" Kane raised his brows and continued pulling out some meat from Little Pumpkin—meat he had accidentally acquired before but never used—and fed it to Hujin. After producing five eggs in total, it fell asleep.

When Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory, this was the sight that greeted them. Kane held half a roasted rooster in his left hand and a wrap made from the poor rooster's poor child in his right. In simpler terms, an egg pancake.

All in all, from a chicken's perspective, Kane was at least a little bit of a pervert.

From a human perspective, he was not much better, either. Of course, only in certain respects.

As Kane ate his father-and-son combo meal, he looked at the exhausted Harry and Ron and raised a brow. "You two look like you were just squeezed out by a Troll. Why do you look so miserable?"

"Don't even mention it. Good thing you didn't show your face in the common room today." As Ron spoke, he walked