Under Targaryen's direction, Pudding first carried the rescue broomstick back in his mouth to the research station-of course, a dragon had no way to walk underground. Brian and the others stopped in front of a beech tree whose trunk forked straight down the middle and broke into two halves, connected only by a lingering thread of bark at the base.
"Did some sort of superpower cat come through here?" Brian looked at the uniquely shaped tree, once again thinking of the cat from the cartoon that excelled at cutting down trees with its body.
"Where in the Wizarding World would you find a cat that powerful?"
Targaryen reached out and tugged at the trunk twice. The tree shyly parted further to the sides, revealing an entrance in the middle where man-made ladders and hanging ropes used as handrails were visible at a glance.
"This is a tree that was accidentally split in half last year when two dragons were fighting in the reserve. Since the shape was truly peculiar, we didn't have the heart to process it, and this year we simply turned it into one of the entrances to the underwater observation station-let's set off!"
"Perhaps-this might be a bit difficult for me?" Hagrid stared at the tree hole that could accommodate two people entering together, nervously pinching a bit of the flesh on his belly-he would most likely get stuck right as he went down, like a perfect stopper plugging a brandy bottle.
Hagrid suddenly felt somewhat dejected. It was precisely because of his oversized build that he couldn't enter many of the high-quality shops in Diagon Alley with their insufficiently large entrances. The goblins never considered building doors three meters high when constructing entrances-this height was already the height of their second-floor dwellings.
Not only that, but