"Sometimes, adult female dragons are unable to keep caring for their eggs because of an accident. If we happen to acquire one of those eggs, what should we do?"
Hagrid read out every word carefully.
"Female dragons usually breathe fire over their eggs. This means that if we want to hatch a dragon egg, we must first provide a suitable environment that imitates the one created by a female dragon."
"-So I was right to roast it over the fire." Hagrid slapped his thigh, his beard bobbing. "Then, after waiting for a while, we'll be greeted by a broken shell and a baby dragon."
"Female dragons do not nurse their young. They usually drain all the blood from a prey animal, then toss the newborn dragon into it. So here, we choose to use fresh blood, preferably with some brandy added."
Hagrid nodded as he read, occasionally getting so carried away that he gestured across the table with his thick fingers as though taking notes.
Su Er watched from the side with an indescribable expression.
Hagrid probably hadn't been this serious even when he was in school. What would the professors who had taught him think if they saw this?
"There's a problem here, Hagrid," Su Er reminded him. "The flames dragons breathe probably aren't ordinary fire, are they?"
"Huh?" Hagrid looked up blankly from the book, blinking his little eyes.
Su Er pointed to the passage Hagrid had read. "Look here. Dragon eggs need their mother's fiery breath."
"Dragons are creatures with very powerful magical properties, and the flames they breathe definitely aren't ordinary flames," Su Er said patiently. "That means either they possess some magical property, or their temperature is extremely high."
"And with ordinary flames, only the outer edges reach the best temperature. Putting it right in