Chapter 88 Your fire dragon is very good, but the next second it will be mine
Hagrid looked at Rove enviously. It was a blessing to be able to get close to so many dragons.
He sighed softly: "I also want to go to Romania to raise dragons, but unfortunately Professor Dumbledore can't do without me, and Hogwarts can't do without me... It would be great if our school could also set up a dragon farm. "
Rove had objections to the first half of Hagrid's sentence, but the second half felt really insightful.
Rove believed that Professor Snape would also agree to the proposal of the dragon farm. The difference was that Hagrid wanted to live the dragon, and Snape wanted to kill the dragon.
Rove walked to the fireplace, looked at the dragon egg, and suddenly heard a "ding" in his brain.
[Detected an unhatched domesticated dragon egg, triggering side mission 1:]
Help the Norwegian Ridgeback to hatch and reward magic:
【thick skin】
Consumes a lot of magic power, greatly improves the magic resistance and defense of the skin, can protect the body from magic damage like a dragon scale, and even rebound magic spells.
[Submission 2]
Complete the 100% domestication of the Norwegian Ridgeback, reward magic:
【Dragon Breath of Flame】
Consumes mana to create a dragon's breath, which will explode when hit by collision or reach the target location, dealing extra magic damage and burning enemies.
Hagrid held up "Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit" and stuttered, reading:
"According to the identification method in the book... what I got was a Norwegian Ridgeback. If I want to hatch it, I have to put the egg in the fire, because the mother dragon breathes on the dragon egg..."
Rove used tongs to pinch the dragon egg out of the fire, and Shirley, Hermione, and Neville all surrounded it. It was the first time they had seen a fire dragon egg.
The dragon egg is bigger than an ostrich egg, and it can't be held by one hand. The surface of the eggshell is covered with tiny scales, reflecting the light of the fire, emitting a deep black metallic luster and dark red markings.
"Pretty!" murmured Hermione.
"Like a work of art," Shirley boasted.
"It's as charming as the eyes of a salamander." Rove couldn't help but sigh.
"As pretty as datura flowers," stammered Neville.
Hagrid also stared at the dragon egg obsessively. He carefully took it from Rove's hand and leaned on his stomach.
"When I hold the dragon egg, I can feel the little guy moving, oh, Merlin... What a dishonest little guy, it's kicking my stomach!"
Hagrid had completely absorbed himself in the role of mama.
"Hagrid, the temperature of the fireplace flame is too low." Rove glanced at the dark fireplace, shook his head and said:
"Dragon eggs are hatched by female dragons with flames, which is equivalent to breastfeeding... It's worse if you use the flames of the fireplace. It is also born weak after being hatched, and when it becomes an adult, it is not as strong as other fire dragons."
"Then what should we do?" Hagrid looked flustered, his baby dragon couldn't lose at the starting line.
"You can use the flames of the phoenix instead." Rove said, "Let Fox feed it... Ah bah, hatching is also good."
"No, I haven't told Dumbledore about the dragon eggs yet." Hagrid waved his hand and said, "Let the headmaster know, and we won't let fire dragons be kept."
"Then use the magic fire. It would be nice to get the Gublai fairy fire."
Hagrid said with a dull face, "What is that?"
"A flame that has been enchanted and can burn forever." Hermione said hastily: "This is a very advanced magic that only a few wizards can do."
Hagrid shook his head, "No."
"It seems that our conditions are a bit more difficult?" Rove held his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Well, just use the eggs of the fire snake, don't tell me that I don't have any?"
"Ash Snake does exist." Hagrid nodded.
Ash snakes are magical creatures that are born when flames burn unchecked for too long.
Ash snake eggs are very hot and emit a strong light.
"Under the Fire Ash Snake, it's best to put a few more dragon crystals." Rove continued.
"Dragon crystal?"
"It's obsidian. It is a gemstone formed after the magma flowing out of volcanic lava cools suddenly. It has strong magical energy." Rove explained.
Seeing Hagrid's sluggish expression, Rove sighed and said, "I don't have any, right? I have them over there. I'll lend you a few bucks later."
"I really don't know how to thank you." Hagrid pressed Rove's shoulder and said.
"It's okay, Hagrid, your dragon is my dragon." Rove blinked and said, "How could I not give my all?"
Shirley gave the boy a meaningful look.
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Inside the small black leather case,
Standing in front of a group of burning flames, Rove picked and picked out a few dragon crystals.
Among them is a dark dragon crystal, mixed with golden stars, with wavy lines, the stone is hard and fine, and it is extremely heavy to touch.
Because of being held by the salamander for too long, when the young man rubbed it with his hand, he felt as if his edge was flickering.
The salamander was very wronged when he saw his treasure being taken away. He leaned forward, hit Rove's arm with his forehead, and whimpered.
Rove rubbed the salamander's little head and said with a smile, "Just borrow it for a few days, don't be so stingy."
He squatted aside, reached out to pick up the stones, turned them over slowly, and looked at them very seriously.
Not far away, Shirley was feeding a group of roosters, who were pecking and crowing high-pitched.
Rove had asked for these roosters from Hagrid, but he kept them in boxes without saying why.
After Shirley finished spreading the last circle of grain, she sat down on the chair, and she suddenly asked, "Rove, do you want to raise Hagrid's fire dragon?"
"How do you know?" Rove was a little surprised.
"I can tell by the look on your face."
"Is it so obvious?" Rove rubbed his cheeks.
"It's almost written on my face!"
"Well, Shirley, dragons grow so fast, they're bigger than Hagrid's hut in just a few months, and he can't raise dragons at all."
Rove spoke earnestly, the swaying bonfire reflected the handsome face of the young man, with a special expression.
"He's going to have to give up that dragon sooner or later, so we'll just take over."
Hagrid's Charmander is good, but it's Rolf's soon.
Xue Li let out a cry, straightened her hands and arms, interlaced her fingers, looked into the distance and said, "Fire dragons are hard to raise, aren't they?"
"Yes, although fire dragons are not delicate, they are irritable and troublesome to deal with. They eat a lot. It is normal for an adult fire dragon to eat a cow... Raising a fire dragon really takes a lot of energy."
Luo Fu suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Xue Li, you are not implying that I will give you a raise?"
Staring at the boy's smiling face, Shirley rubbed her stomach and sighed, "I just want to say that raising these magical creatures consumes a lot of energy... I didn't eat enough in the auditorium at night, so I suddenly felt a little hungry."
"Okay, I'll make some supper for you, those good ingredients won't be left to Fox, I'll cook them for you." Rove stood up and walked towards the kitchen, he said:
"Would you like moga crab meat, or night bird tenderloin? Or maybe some shield crab roe and vanilla pudding? Which do you think is better?"
Shirley looked at the boy's back, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, her red ponytail suddenly turned golden, and soon turned back to red.
The ponytail girl smiled softly and said:
“All delicious!”
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