Chapter 77 Dragon Egg? Can you get me some egg white so I can make a robe for Professor Snape?
"Are you sure you can pass, Ron? Exams are in two months," Hermione said with a look of disdain at Ron.
Ron retorted, "Hey, of course I'll pass, okay? Don't say such unlucky things!"
Dylan shook his head helplessly and continued to read the divination book in his hands.
"Luck and good fortune are also elements of divination..."
Hermione had almost finished her homework. Looking at the divination book Dylan was flipping through, she couldn't help but lean over curiously.
"Dylan, do you think divination is real? I mean, prophecies and stuff."
Dylan's fingertips gently turned the yellowed pages of the book, making a soft rustling sound.
Hearing Hermione's words, he tilted his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "Divination, I think, although it doesn't show direct effects like magic spells, it does contain ancient wisdom and mysterious power."
"Many diviners can indeed perceive hidden things through crystal balls, tarot cards, or even a tea leaf."
Hermione's gaze followed Dylan's voice, focusing again on the book in front of him.
The left and right pages of the book merged into a celestial chart, with twinkling stars and many strange symbols and lines intertwined.
"It sounds like divination is even more mysterious than magic."
Dylan chuckled softly. "Magic exists, so why can't divination exist?"
Hermione blinked. "Your words sound like they have another meaning."
Dylan didn't deny it but continued, "Perhaps you should believe that anything is possible."
"This is a topic I've been researching recently. Professor McGonagall is going to discuss it with me thoroughly during the next tutoring session, about the power of magic and the mind."
A hint of envy flashed in Hermione's eyes. "If only I could be tutored by professors every day."
Dylan's lips curved up. "In fact, you can also participate, but... the pace might be a bit too fast."
He had already put it very tactfully.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "So I'd better just read more books myself."
Just then, Ron was copying Dylan's homework at lightning speed.
—But even with homework to copy, he was still absent-minded, occasionally looking up and glancing around as he copied.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a large figure sneaking up to them.
"Hagrid? What are you doing in the library?" Ron was taken aback, but his pen didn't stop. "Oh! Did you just run ten laps in the Forbidden Forest? Why are you so hot?"
"N-nothing, I'm just a bit flushed," Hagrid's voice was a little weak, his eyes darting around like a thief. "And, I just wanted to see if you were here."
Dylan looked up and saw Hagrid's hands behind his back, not knowing what he was holding.
—His hiding skills were truly clumsy.
"Hey, folks, are you... still here looking through those mountain-like books just to find out who Nicolas Flamel is?"
—The way he changed the subject was also quite stiff.
"So... are you worried that we'll find out who Nicolas Flamel is?"
Hermione also looked up at Hagrid, her lips curving into a light, just-right smile. "Don't worry, we already found out, back when Christmas ended!"
"And, we're doing homework now!" Ron added, his eyes looking at Dylan's workbook while he scribbled on his own.
—He didn't care at all whether the words he wrote were beautiful enough.
"What! You already know?" Hagrid's eyes widened like copper bells.
"Not only that! That three-headed dog should be guarding the magic..." Ron hadn't finished speaking.
Hagrid hurriedly stretched out a hand, waving it repeatedly.
"Hey! Shush shush shush! Why are you talking so loudly? Do you want the whole world to know?!"
Harry looked at Hagrid. "We just want to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. If you can just tell us what else is guarding it, like what other traps are there afterward? I think we can do a better job."
"—Don't say you don't know. When I finished Quidditch practice, on the way back from the changing room, I secretly overheard Professor Snape talking to Quirrell."
"Quirrell mentioned a lot of preparations he made for the Sorcerer's Stone. Obviously, Fluffy isn't the only one guarding it, right?"
Hagrid had a defeated look on his face.
Ron and Hermione also glared at Harry. "Hey! Why didn't you say something like this earlier?"
Harry ignored the two of them and stubbornly looked at Hagrid.
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance and stopped questioning Harry, instead looking at Hagrid together.
Being stared at intently by the three of them, Hagrid glanced at Dylan, who was silently reading a book and didn't seem to intend to express any thoughts on the matter, and let out a long sigh.
"...Okay—okay! I really can't do anything with you."
Hagrid lowered his voice and said to Harry and the others, "You can come to my hut to see Fang after you finish your homework—listen, I didn't promise anything!"
With that, he straightened up. "Remember to come! And don't continue discussing those things here, or I'll be in trouble!"
After saying this, Hagrid suddenly turned around, put his hands back in front of him, and walked away hastily.
When Hagrid turned around, Dylan caught a glimpse of a round object out of the corner of his eye, but it was wrapped in a piece of cloth.
He glanced at Hagrid's back for a second, then looked down at the divination book in his hands again.
However, after Ron copied two assignments at lightning speed, his butt couldn't stay still at all and started to wiggle.
"What do you think Hagrid was secretly hiding just now, not letting us see?"
Hermione frowned slightly, her lips pressed tightly together as she watched Hagrid's hurried departure. "I think it looked like a ball."
"A ball?" Harry was taken aback. "What's Hagrid doing with a ball? And why did he have to hide it from us?"
"Maybe it's a magic ball that can directly destroy the world!"
Ron's leg kept shaking, unable to hold back any longer, he suddenly jumped out of his seat.
"I noticed just now that he seemed to come from over there. Hagrid actually reads books? I don't believe it!"
Ron strode off, jogging through the bookshelves, his eyes scanning back and forth across the layers of shelves.
Soon, he pulled out several books and returned.
"Look quickly! This should be the book Hagrid was just reading. These books haven't been completely put back!"
"Hagrid is so clumsy. No wonder Harry could easily trick him into revealing things," Hermione's lips twitched as she looked at the books Ron had spread out on the table.
"Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit," "From Dragon Egg to Inferno," "Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland," "Truly Effective Ways to Raise Dragons"...
Hermione was a little surprised. She raised her head. "Why is Hagrid suddenly reading books about dragons?"
Harry tilted his head and pointed to one of the dragon breeding books.
"When I first met Hagrid, I heard him say that he really wanted to raise a dragon."
"What?" Ron's eyes widened. "So he wants to raise a dragon in Hogwarts?" "Good heavens, the Ministry of Magic will arrest him! The law absolutely forbids wizards from privately raising dragons! They are an absolutely dangerous species!"
Ron didn't expect Hagrid to be playing it so big.
Afraid that Harry and Dylan didn't know the seriousness of the matter, Ron lowered his voice and said, "My brother Charlie, he has so many scars on his body, all from being burned when dealing with dragons in Romania!"
"Those wild dragons are really hard to drive away! They're all very violent!"
Dragons?
Dylan listened to Harry and the others' conversation while reading his book.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but look up. "What I saw in Hagrid's hands just now was a round thing, like an egg."
"Could it be a dragon egg he got from somewhere?" Ron exclaimed. "He's watching the Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts every day. Where could he get a dragon egg?!"
"And he's actually strolling around Hogwarts with a dragon egg so openly? He's crazy!"
Harry raised his hand and pressed down. "Don't be so loud, Ron. Be careful someone hears you."
Ron pursed his lips, but he didn't speak again, instead closing his mouth.
Dylan glanced at the few of them. Wasn't it a bit late to stop now?
If anyone was listening, they would have already heard their conversation thoroughly. Was there any need to be quiet?
Shaking his head, Dylan flipped through the celestial chart, observing the changes in the celestial trajectories.
Because they were too curious about Hagrid raising a dragon, Harry and Ron copied their homework faster.
Before long, all the parchment scrolls were filled.
"Not bad!" Ron looked at the full homework with great satisfaction.
"It's okay—if you ignore the dog-crawling-like handwriting," Hermione glanced at it.
"You really don't know how to talk!" Ron snorted softly, pushed the homework back to Dylan, and then stuffed his own homework into his backpack.
"Dylan, are you going to Hagrid's hut to take a look?" Harry also packed up his things and looked up at Dylan.
"I'll go take a look too," Dylan closed the divination book. "After all, it's very likely a dragon egg, and I happen to need some dragon egg white."
"If what Hagrid is hiding is really a dragon egg, I wonder if I can extract some."
Ron's eyelids twitched. "If you extract the egg white, won't the egg die directly?"
Dylan thought for a moment. "Dragon egg incubation should have relatively strict environmental requirements, and egg white, as the nutrient and moisture for embryo development, could indeed lead to the dragon egg's death."
"..."
Ron, Harry, and Hermione all looked at Dylan strangely.
After a pause, Harry still said, "Then I think Hagrid won't agree to you doing that."
"Sigh, I was just thinking about it. But Hagrid won't be able to successfully raise a dragon in the end anyway, so if he doesn't want this egg, I can buy it from him."
Dylan thought of the topic he had recently discussed with Professor Snape while brewing potions.
"I can just try to see if, after extracting the dragon egg white, I can use potions to provide nutrients to the dragon egg again."
Moreover, his system provided him with a pet space. If Hagrid couldn't raise a dragon, would he have the chance to raise one?
In any case, he should come and see what was going on with Hagrid's dragon egg.
After packing their things, the group left the library and hurried to Hagrid's hut.
Looking from afar, they could see that the windows of Hagrid's hut were tightly covered with curtains, pulled so taut that not a single gap could be seen.
The door of the hut was also tightly closed, with no crack between the door panel and the frame.
—Originally, there were many small gaps at the wooden board joints by the door, but now they had all been carefully dealt with.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances and stepped forward, gently knocking on the door.
Knock knock—
"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry called out.
"Quick, quick, come in!" Hagrid's deep voice came from inside.
The door of the hut immediately opened.
Instantly, a wave of heat radiated out.
"Wow, it's really hot!" Ron only felt a heatwave wash over him.
Dylan drew his wand.
"Aguamenti!"
"Glacies crystallorum!"
Two spells were cast in succession.
The tip of Dylan's wand instantly shot out a thick stream of water, which continuously circled around him.
At the same time, these water streams were also wrapped in another magical force, and the water molecules quickly condensed.
In the blink of an eye, crystal-clear ice crystals appeared in front of everyone, and the originally stuffy air gradually cooled down a bit.
"Wow, so cool!" Ron's eyes lit up, and he quickly moved closer to Dylan.
As a result, before he could properly feel the coolness brought by the ice and snow, his arm was grabbed by Hagrid, and he was "whooshed" into the house.
"Come in quickly!" Hagrid urged again.
Hermione and Harry filed in, and Dylan also stepped inside, the ice crystals around him moving with him.
"Sit down first. Do you want some rock cakes?"
Hagrid's large head looked left and right at the door, and after confirming that no one was following, he slammed the door shut with a "bang" and turned to look at the little wizards.
"No need," Dylan was the first to politely refuse.
"Thank you, but I'm not very hungry," Hermione followed suit.
"Alright, then what do you want to ask? Hurry up and ask," Hagrid nodded, not forcing them to take any snacks.
He had also realized that his rock cakes seemed to be loved only by his Fang—and of course himself, including some of the magical creatures he kept.
—Like Aragog, and his lovely children.
Dylan didn't respond to Hagrid's question. After all, with Harry by his side, there was no need for him to speak.
Instead, he surveyed the current layout inside Hagrid's hut.
It was so hot here, it seemed Hagrid had indeed gotten his hands on that dragon egg.
What he said in the library earlier wasn't a lie; he really wanted to get some egg white.
—A potion of his required it.
"If I have dragon egg white, I can completely soak Professor Snape's robes in potion. That way, Professor Snape will be able to walk even more smoothly."
(End of chapter)
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