Inside Hagrid's Hut, Zhang Xiao fended off Fang's enthusiastic licking while the large kettle on the stove bubbled and steamed.
With some difficulty, he pulled a rubber Frisbee out of his Qiankun pouch, and Fang's tail immediately began wagging like an electric fan.
Two dark eyes stared excitedly at the Frisbee in Zhang Xiao's hand. Taking in Fang's sturdy legs and enormous build, Zhang Xiao silently pulled out a talisman and stuck it onto the Frisbee.
Opening the door, Zhang Xiao took a discus-throwing stance, focused his mind, and gathered his qi. Golden Light Spell, activate!
Off you go!
With a whoosh, the Frisbee shot out through the doorway in a streak of light. Fang let out an enormous bark, his tongue lolling out to one side.
Like a black arrow released from a bowstring, he tore off after the Frisbee, which flew roughly two meters above the ground. Zhang Xiao shaded his eyes with one hand and watched for a while, waiting until the two tiny black specks disappeared from sight.
Only then did he close the door and turn to Hagrid, who had been grinning foolishly the entire time.
"How's Professor Kettleburn doing?"
Hagrid made an effort to rein in his smile and shook his great shaggy head, nearly flinging Norbert off the top. The little dragon gave him two indignant cries.
"Not too well. St. Mungo's hasn't got much of a solution. They've never dealt with anything like this before."
Zhang Xiao was practically numb. During their earlier conversation, Hagrid had told him that the elderly Care of Magical Creatures professor had already tried several kinds of infused liquor.
Apparently, they had worked remarkably well, greatly boosting Professor Kettleburn's confidence. He had even independently grasped the concept of nourishing a body part by eating its counterpart.
Eventually,