Ryan Was a Little Angry
The next day, since it was Saturday, it was already 8 o'clock, and most people in the Ravenclaw dormitory were still asleep, including Ryan.
Harry and Ron got up early, and as Draco expected, Ron's hand was swollen like a pig's trotter.
If Ron, now Ravenclaw, hadn't developed the habit of completing his homework every evening after school, he certainly wouldn't have been able to hand it in without help, Ravenclaw's grades might have fluctuated as a result.
Suddenly, a groaning sound came from the corner of the wall, near Ryan's bed, which startled Harry and Ron.
After almost a minute passed without any movement, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the dormitory, taking Ron's intact left hand with him—without washing up, he simply changed his clothes.
Once outside the Ravenclaw Common Room, Draco was already waiting impatiently on the 6th floor, but Crabbe and Goyle were still not by his side.
This doesn't mean their relationship has become distant. On the contrary, since the Troll incident, Draco and the others have become more like true friends than the original duo of a young master and his henchmen.
In Draco's eyes, his two friends were not obsessed with dragons, nor were they fond of Ron and Harry. Forcing them into this uncomfortable group was less appealing than letting them sleep in or hide in the common room playing with Gobstones.
Meanwhile, after Draco, Harry, Ron reunited, they hurriedly headed outside the castle—to Hagrid's Hut, which had been tightly locked up for the past few days.
Before long, they arrived at their destination for the day.
Their goal today is to persuade Hagrid to send the little dragon away and hand it over to Charlie.
With this in mind, and with a mix of trepidation and uncertainty about Hagrid's reaction, Harry stood in front of the door for almost a minute before gently knocking.
Then, Hagrid's panicked voice came from inside the door. "Who is it?"
After Harry answered, he slowly opened the door and peeked out through the crack with his little black eyes.
After confirming that it was only the three of them, before Harry and his friends could even exchange a few pleasantries, he hurriedly pulled them into the hut.
The hunting dog, Fang, was nowhere to be found in the hut, but the faint barking suggested that Fang had probably been placed somewhere nearby.
Poor Fang, it's been outside ever since Norberta came.
Being fickle and easily bored isn't just a common trait among scumbags; even Hagrid, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and seemingly honest-looking big guy, has this problem.
Harry didn't have time to mourn for Fang; he quickly recounted the plan he had come up with on the way back to the castle yesterday.
"I can't," Hagrid said. "It's too small, it will die."
The little creature that would easily die in Hagrid's mouth was stretching its neck, baring its teeth and claws, the bloodstains on its teeth a testament to its ferocious predator nature.
It had grown noticeably larger than yesterday after just one day apart. If it stayed here, Hagrid would probably have to take a day trip to Azkaban eventually.
"Hagrid, I'm talking about Charlie, he's an expert on dragons!" Harry emphasized.
Hagrid, however, hummed a little tune, pretending not to hear, and then picked up a dead chicken and started bleeding it into the basin, with chicken feathers flying everywhere.
As Hagrid's friend, Harry understood that Hagrid only appeared rough; his outward carelessness did not mean that his house was equally messy.
Although his little house was usually filled with various odds and ends, such as Unicorn Tail Hair and ham, it was generally well-organized and clean.
But now, for the sake of this dragon, Hagrid has left his beloved house in a mess, and he doesn't care at all.
At this moment, he finally understood that getting rid of Norberta was probably not as easy as he had thought.
What Harry didn't know was that Hagrid in the original timeline was this kind of person. If Malfoy hadn't seen the little dragon, Hagrid would never have handed it over to Charlie.
In fact, this can be seen from Hagrid's previous actions.
After all, Hagrid dared to keep Three-Headed Dog, which is even more dangerous than a dragon.
Hagrid considered the Norwegian Ridgeback just another Three-Headed Dog, which he could keep in the Forbidden Forest, just like he kept Aragog the Acromantula and his brother, the Giant Grawp, in the Forbidden Forest.
However, Hagrid wasn't exactly carefree; the Three-Headed Dog was given to him by a Greece man who lost a card game to him. This is probably why Hagrid didn't initially suspect the person who gave him the dragon egg of having ulterior motives.
Meanwhile, Harry and Draco exchanged a glance, Draco stepped forward, saying, "Hagrid, do you really want Norberta to live in this little house forever?"
"Even if you raise her in the Forbidden Forest later, what if she runs away and hurts the little wizard?" Draco said from Norberta's perspective.
"Like my right hand, what if it bit my neck? That would cause Dumbledore trouble." Ron, who had finally regained his senses, said, waving his swollen right hand.
"If she were given to Charlie, she would grow up with her kind there, instead of being all alone like this," Harry added, echoing Draco and Ron's words.
Harry's words were about to break the last straw in Hagrid's mental defenses. "I—I know I can't keep it forever, no, her, my little princess, Norberta! Norberta! Where's Mommy?"
"Look, she's even nodding," Hagrid, turning his head, but Harry and the others remained unmoved.
"Okay, you can write a letter to Charlie."
"You can leave now."
"And you, Malfoy family brat, you can leave the rest of the time to me and Norberta!"
"Unless Charlie writes to you, none of you are to come over!" Hagrid began to sob, issuing an order to leave, and stopped calling Draco by his name.
As Harry and the others returned towards the castle, no one noticed that Ryan was floating above the little dragon like a ghost.
To be honest, Ryan could understand why Harry was keeping this from him. After all, given that Harry knew Ryan also knew about the Philosopher's Stone and Three-Headed Dog, Harry believed that nothing else could be kept from Ryan either.
He probably thought Ryan would try to take the Philosopher's Stone.
But understanding doesn't mean not being angry. This morning, when Harry was about to sneak out, Ryan even childishly pretended to talk in his sleep to scare them.
Ryan had originally planned that, as Dumbledore intended, Quirrell would eliminate him when Quirrell unexpectedly attacked the Unicorn.
But now, Ryan has decided to wait until Quirrell leaves before rescuing the Unicorn; he has the ability to do so.
As for Harry, just like in the original timeline, let's see if he can clash with Quirrell, who has been enhanced after drinking Unicorn Blood. Ryan believes that Harry has the ability to do so (pretending).
Let's also take the Philosopher's Stone, before Quirrell storms into the forbidden zone. This is also revenge for Dumbledore's impact on Ryan's Potions sales.
That's it.