The warmth of Hagrid's Hut had moved even the ice and snow. A large patch of snow around the hut had melted, and the scorched smell of burning wood was especially noticeable in the cold night air. There was even a faint smell of roasting meat-fortunately, it was neither half-blood giant nor large dog.
By the time Brian arrived, the fire on the hut had almost been extinguished. Since Hagrid often needed to change the water in his fantastic beast friends' bowls, he was very proficient with Aguamenti.
There was indeed little fire left on the hut, but nobody was attending to the fire in Hagrid's beard.
Those flames clearly possessed considerable cunning, consuming his beard mouthful by mouthful at a measured, unhurried pace. Brian immediately saved the last covering on Hagrid's chin with a precisely aimed jet of water.
The sudden jet left Hagrid dazed for two seconds. Turning sideways with wide eyes, he habitually reached for his beard, only to grasp empty air. Only then did he realize what had happened.
"Oh, Chet, thank you! I was just wondering why I still felt so hot when the fire was nearly out!"
"Actually, I think your head is clearly hotter than your body. What exactly happened?"
The composition of the scene before Brian was truly rather chaotic.
From left to right: a very large person who did not look particularly bright, a dragon biting someone even as that person held her, and a large dog sighing because the fire in his master's beard had finally settled down.
He rubbed his frozen face and looked at poor Hagrid's Hut.
With only half of it remaining, Hagrid's Hut could be described as magnificent. It had done everything it could for its owner. Most of the ceiling, walls, and furniture had been