Chapter 214 Porter's Law

The dragon egg hatched much faster than Kyle thought. He received a letter from Hagrid just a few days after the Easter holiday.

There were only four words written on it: "It's about to hatch."

The handwriting was more sloppy than ever before, and it was crooked. Kyle was sure that Hagrid's eyes had never left the dragon egg even when he wrote this note.

If he had just glanced at the parchment, these words would not be so crooked.

But it was understandable. After all, raising a dragon was Hagrid's long-cherished wish. Now was the critical moment for the dragon egg to hatch. It was not easy for him to remember to write a letter to himself.

Kyle hurriedly ate a few bites of grilled sausages and rushed to Hagrid's hut.

"You came just in time. It's about to come out."

Hagrid opened the door and said excitedly: "I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night yesterday."

The egg had left the fireplace and was now on the table, shaking from time to time.

But to Kyle's disappointment, he did not see any cracks on the dragon egg.

"Judging from the frequency of shaking, it will take about two hours for it to hatch." Kyle sighed.

The dragon egg hatches at about ten o'clock in the morning. He should still be in the Transfiguration class on the third floor of the castle at that time.

It would be better if it could be a day earlier. Yesterday morning was the Herbology class, and the third greenhouse they went to was next to the nearby field. He could take a look during the break.

But not today.

After the Transfiguration class, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts. If possible, Kyle didn't want to be late.

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After returning to the castle, Kyle was still thinking about it.

The first three days after the fire dragon hatched are the best time for them to get along. At this time, the young dragon is like just waking up, and the body is still in an adaptive state. Not only is the irritable and aggressive instinct suppressed to the lowest, but it will also have a natural closeness to all the creatures it sees.

If you miss it, it will be much more difficult to build a good relationship with them later.

It seems that I have to run to Hagrid a few more times in these three days.

Of course, gifts are definitely indispensable. There is no need to prepare them specially, dried meat and dried fish will do.

These are the things that Norwegian Ridgebacks like, and they are perfect for improving their favorability.

To some extent, raising a dragon is not much different from raising a cat.

In the Transfiguration class, Kyle listened to Professor McGonagall absent-mindedly, then raised his wand and turned the rabbit in front of him into a glittering and exquisite trophy.

"The shape is perfect, and no hair is retained. If it was a month ago, I should give you five points..."

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from the side.

"I understand your determination to win the game, but I have to remind you that we are going to transform into slippers in this class... You can't walk in the Quidditch trophy."

"Sorry, professor..."

Kyle blushed, and quickly waved his wand again, turning the trophy into a pair of fluffy slippers with cat ears.

Professor McGonagall then showed a satisfied expression.

"Don't let your imagination run wild next time in class."

"Hufflepuff gets three points."

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After waiting until noon, Kyle left the classroom quickly after class, ready to get acquainted with the newly born dragons.

When he passed the entrance to the auditorium, he saw Harry and Malfoy.

But Kyle didn't find it strange. As long as he wasn't in class, you could always find Malfoy near Harry. This was common sense...

It's just that they looked a little different today.

Malfoy was next to Crabbe and Goyle, laughing triumphantly.

Harry looked at them nervously, as if he had been caught by something.

And the two of them only had each other in their eyes, and no one noticed Kyle who had just walked by.

Tsk tsk...Did Malfoy successfully squeeze Ron out of the way?

Kyle looked back at them curiously.

But ten minutes later, he knew what was going on.

"So, Malfoy also saw the Norwegian Ridgeback?"

"I, I'm not sure." Hagrid said a little depressed: "I only saw him lying on the window, but I didn't notice when he came."

Kyle looked back at the window that Hagrid pointed to, frowned and said:

"I think Malfoy should have just seen something on the table, but didn't know it was a dragon."

"Really?" Hagrid asked excitedly.

If Malfoy didn't see it, doesn't that mean he doesn't have to send Norbert away?

"I'm just guessing." Kyle said.

The window is not high, and most of it is blocked by the curtains, leaving only a small gap. If someone stands in front of the table, it should be able to block the other person's view.

But it's hard to say how much it can block, after all, Kyle was not there at the time and didn't know where Harry and the others were.

But as far as he knows, Malfoy never misses any opportunity to make trouble for Harry. If he really saw the dragon, he would not appear in the hall just now, but in Snape's office.

Kyle consoled Hagrid for a few more words, then took out a small dried fish and went forward to tease the newly born dragon.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a fire dragon. Although the little guy was just born and his size was not even as big as a kettle, his teeth were already very sharp, and he easily bit the dried fish in half.

"Kyle... is it really okay for you to feed it this?"

Hagrid asked nervously, "I remember the book said it should drink chicken blood brandy at this time, and it can't be fed until a week later."

Hagrid also took out the book "Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit" under his pillow.

He has been reading this recently. Although the content is a bit outdated, it is very comprehensive, including the complete process of raising dragons.

"What you said is just the standard for artificial breeding. For dragons living in the wild, they can't find chicken blood brandy."

Kyle took out a small dried fish and said, "In fact, for some dragons, such as Norwegian Ridgebacks or Hungarian Horntails, they can eat normally after hatching... Those sharp teeth are not just for viewing."

"Yes, is that so?" Hagrid blinked blankly.

But seeing Norbert's happy look when eating dried fish, he chose to believe Kyle's words.

Whether it's brandy or dried fish, as long as it likes it, it's fine.

Soon, the bag of dried fish was empty, and the little guy burped contentedly, and a small flame blew out of his mouth.

"It seems that Norbert likes to eat fish..." Hagrid said happily, "Oh, by the way, you probably don't know yet, Norbert is the name I gave it."

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