"Be careful!" Hermione warned.
"It's alright," Morris said, already walking up to Norbert.
Norbert shook his head, looked at the strange human in front of him, bared his teeth and barked, a few sparks flying from the corner of his mouth.
" Norbert, be good to the guests," Hagrid said gently, then walked to the table, picked up a large kettle, and asked, "Does anyone want some tea?"
Harry raised his hand.
Hermione leaned close to Morris and whispered, " Hagrid spoils Norbert too much. After Norbert bit Ron, Hagrid didn't even say a word of reprimand."
"I understand." Morris nodded.
After all, it's a fire dragon!
Fire Dragon!
He didn't know how much a baby fire dragon could sell for on the black market, but it certainly wouldn't be cheap.
I wonder if Hagrid will sell the dragon.
If we don't sell them... keeping dragons at Hogwarts is definitely not realistic.
That was undoubtedly illegal.
" Hagrid, where did you get this fire dragon?" Morris asked curiously.
If possible, he'd like to get one too.
Just then, Norbert burped, and a strong smell of brandy mixed with the pungent odor of sulfur hit him.
Morris frowned.
Such a young age, yet so boastful.
Hmm, a dead fire dragon is better.
When Hagrid heard Morris ask about Norbert, he immediately puffed out his chest and proudly declared, "I won it playing cards with a complete stranger in a bar."
"Then you must be very good at cards."
"Not bad," Hagrid sighed. "Luck was on my side that day. That guy kept losing, and finally he bet on this egg—I bet he's eager to get rid of this hot potato."
"Why would they want to get rid of the dragon's egg?" Morris asked, puzzled.
This is a live dragon egg, an extremely rare and valuable item.
Hagrid suddenly stammered, "That person... that person is being searched. Dragon eggs have always been contraband."
"What you're doing is illegal, Hagrid," Hermione sighed.
Morris easily found the flaws in Hagrid's words.
Playing cards with strangers, betting dragon eggs? What's the difference between that and throwing Galleon into a lake?
Besides, who would want to get rid of a dragon egg?
Even Morris had several ways to deal with dragon eggs.
Even if there's no way to sell it and I don't need it myself, it's better to just make it into a fried egg than this.
He was certain that very few people in the world had ever tasted a dragon egg. Harry, holding his teacup, added, "We contacted Ron's brother, and he agreed to have someone pick up the dragon this weekend, so Hagrid won't be punished or cause any trouble."
Morris nodded, feeling a little regretful at the same time.
He reached out his hand, tentatively approaching Norbert.
Just as his fingers were about to touch Norbert's head, Harry's urgent voice rang out. "Watch out!"
Almost simultaneously, Norbert reacted, turning his head sharply, opening his mouth full of teeth, and biting hard at Morris's arm.
"Click!"
A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.
Norbert's fangs didn't pierce the flesh; instead, they gnawed solidly at a hard, grayish-white object that had suddenly appeared.
It was a huge bone— Morris had used Bone Summoning Spell.
Norbert let out a whimper, perhaps from biting too hard.
Hagrid's eyes lit up when he saw Norbert gnawing on a bone. "Oh! A nice chew toy! I've read in a book that baby dragons use hard objects to sharpen their teeth when they're young."
"That sounds like a dog's behavior," Hermione said.
Harry agreed.
For the rest of the time, Morris kept trying to touch Norbert.
If the other person makes a biting motion, a perfectly positioned bone will immediately appear in his mouth.
At first, Norbert resisted, but after several attempts to bite the human, it finally gave up.
Morris looked at Norbert, who lay sprawled on the ground, utterly dejected, and smiled with satisfaction.
It's time to get down to business.
While Hagrid was rambling on about how adorable Norbert's sleeping posture was, Morris's fingers gently traced the back of Norbert's neck.
Norbert suddenly felt an extremely slight stinging pain and let out a confused growl in his throat.
Hagrid immediately stood up. " Norbert, what's wrong? Are you hungry? I'll get you some food right away."
He said this, opened the door and went out. When he came back, he had a bucket of clear liquid in his hand, which should be brandy.
Norbert's attention was instantly drawn to the food, and he forgot about the slight sting.
What could be more important than eating rice?
It flapped its wings and waddled toward Hagrid, Hagrid smiled indulgently and scooped up some liquid with a huge wooden spoon, pouring it into a shallow dish.
Morris watched silently.
Hagrid may seem rough and unruly, but he is incredibly gentle when it comes to animals.
"Drink slowly, little one, no one's going to take it from you," Hagrid said softly, holding Norbert as if coaxing a child.
Morris stood up. "I should go now, Hagrid. Goodbye."
"Won't you have a cup of hot tea?" Hagrid urged. "I also have some biscuits."
"Thank you, but no need."
After leaving Hagrid's Hut, Morris returned to his dormitory.
He took a bottle out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
The bottle contained a few drops of dark red liquid, dragon blood he had collected from Norbert.
Yes, that was his purpose.
Immediately afterwards, Morris set up the cauldron and began brewing the Potions.
As the material was added, the liquid slowly churned in the crucible, appearing as a turbid grayish-white color.
"Finally, add a tiny bit of dragon's blood..."
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Morris carefully dripped Norbert's blood from the bottle into the pot.
After stirring three times, the murky grayish-white color became even darker.
Very good, it's done.
Then, he threw in a fragment of a fire dragon bone that he had found in the Forbidden Forest.
Oh, don't misunderstand.
This is not making bone broth.
He is trying to find a way to revitalize the dragon's bones.
After simmering for half an hour, Morris scooped out the bone fragment.
It looks subtly different from before.
The originally grayish-white and rough surface now has a creamy white color, and its texture has become smoother.
Morris held the bone fragment up to his eyes for a closer look, then laughed.
He succeeded!
He revitalized the bone fragment!
Unfortunately, this level of activity is almost negligible.
This makes sense, though – after all, he only used a few drops of dragon blood, which he obtained from a newly hatched dragon.
If he can obtain enough adult Dragon Blood, he has a chance to fully restore the vitality of these ancient fire dragon bones.
very good.
Morris stroked his chin.
How can he obtain more adult Dragon Blood?