Hogwarts Card System Chapter 073

“Whose letter is it?” Hermione poked her head out and asked.

“Hagrid.”

“Hagrid? What does he say?” Harry asked while eating a meat pie.

Ted spread strawberry jam on his bread, “He says it’s about to be born?”

His friends were stunned. Ron pulled the chicken leg bone out of his mouth and asked blankly, “Who’s about to be born?”

Ted looked at him, “Norbert.”

“Who’s Norbert? Ah! It’s…” He clapped a hand over his mouth—Hagrid named the yet-to-be-born baby dragon Norbert!

Ted was worried he’d spit out the chicken leg.

“Let’s go!” Harry stuffed the meat pie into his mouth, wiped his hands casually, and stood up to leave.

Neville: “I haven’t finished yet~ I haven’t finished yet!” He cried out while being hoisted up by Ron and Jerry and dragged away.

The hasty departure of the six didn’t attract much attention. But Malfoy at the Slytherin table couldn’t help but notice.

He had been watching. Although every attempt to get even had resulted in a beating, he was persistent!

This time was no different. He dragged his still-eating, simple-minded cronies and followed them directly.

Speaking of which, over a month had passed, and Ted had almost forgotten about the dragon egg.

It seemed that dragon eggs took a long time to hatch. Today was May 5th, almost five weeks.

They hurried along, afraid of missing it.

After all, most people might not get to see a dragon hatch from its egg in their entire lives.

Forget dragons, most people probably hadn’t even seen a chick hatch.

This opportunity was indeed rare.

“Knock, knock, knock~”

The door opened, and Hagrid poked his head out: “You’re here, come in quickly, it’s about to start.”

“This morning I found it started shaking, getting stronger and stronger, I guessed it must be hatching. Luckily, I found Ansu playing near the Forbidden Forest, so I could notify you…”

Hagrid opened the lid of the stove. Amidst the glowing coals, the egg hadn’t changed at all.

Ted: Good thing it’s not charred.

The dragon egg indeed trembled every few seconds, as if something was about to emerge from the shell.

“Crack~” Suddenly, a slight sound.

“You all heard it, didn’t you? You heard it, didn’t you?” Hagrid shouted excitedly.

“Heard it, heard it. Not only heard it, but saw it too!” Ron pointed a finger, and a tiny crack had already appeared on the dragon egg.

“Get it out, Hagrid. It can’t stay in the stove!” Ted reminded him.

“Right, right, let me do it.” Hagrid hastily put on thick dragon hide gloves, gloves big enough to make a leather hat for Ron and Jerry each.

Hagrid, wearing the gloves, took the dragon egg out of the stove and placed it on the table.

By now, there were more tiny cracks, and the “cracking” sounds became more frequent.

A sharp, hard nose broke through a piece of the eggshell and poked out.

“It’s coming out, it’s coming out! Oh my~” Hagrid was so excited he was sobbing, as if the baby dragon in the egg was his own child.

The entire hatching process lasted about five minutes. Without any help, the baby dragon broke the eggshell and crawled out on its own.

The newborn baby dragon was not pretty. It looked like a wrinkled, long-tailed big bat, or perhaps a crumpled, black rag with a string of small bumps on its back?

In short, it had no majestic feel at all.

Ron and Jerry’s expressions already revealed their thoughts: Is this it? Is this it?

However, dragons were, after all, top-tier magical creatures. Five minutes after birth, it could already support itself and crawl around, roar, and even breathe a puff of flame when Hagrid reached out to tease it, although it was just a small ball of fire the size of a lighter.

Hagrid stared at the baby dragon eating meat on the table, utterly mesmerized, unable to tear his eyes away: “This is a Norwegian Ridgeback. How beautiful it is~” He reached out~

“Whoosh~” The baby dragon spat out another puff of flame. This time, perhaps energized by the meat, the flame was much larger, scorching a part of Hagrid’s beard.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Norbert. You’re Mommy’s good boy, don’t get angry easily~” Hagrid’s attitude made Ron feel uncomfortable. He suddenly felt like he had eaten too much at lunch.

Ron: No male mommy!

Ted looked at the dragon eggshell on the table and said, “Hagrid, can I have some of the eggshell?”

Hagrid waved his big hand, “Take it if you can use it. I heard dragon eggshells can be used to brew potions.”

Ted happily accepted a large batch of eggshells. This stuff was definitely useful! At least the foreign knowledge he had gained about the Shinobi Prosthetic could make use of it.

Of course, Ted didn’t plan to wear a prosthetic limb; it was better to be prepared.

Hagrid was Hogwarts’ invisible rich man; even the seat cushions in his house were woven from unicorn hair. He truly didn’t care about these dragon eggshells; they were completely useless to him.

The other friends enthusiastically watched the little dragon eat meat and breathe fire. Hermione, however, was worried.

“I read in a book that Norwegian Ridgebacks develop their fire-breathing ability early. They can breathe fire, real fire, when they are one to three months old.”

Ted added, “It won’t take three months, at most a month, Norbert will be as big as a cow or horse, and then…”

Hearing this, everyone looked around the hunting lodge, as if they could already see a bright doorway and a tragic scene of everything burned to ashes by a huge fire.

“Uh…” Hagrid was stunned.

Just then, Ansu’s distinctive call suddenly rang out from outside the window: “Caw caw caw, it’s horse manure~ Horse manure is peeking~ Horse manure, horse manure~”

Ansu called out, while already pouncing, flapping and pecking.

Good heavens, the Malfoy trio were no match for Ansu. Ansu’s wingspan was already seventy centimeters, and he directly beat the three of them into a frantic retreat, clutching their heads.

Then, triumphant Ansu stood on the fence, cackling with laughter.

Ted and the others looked through the window and saw the retreating backs of the Malfoy trio, clutching their heads.

Neville was a little worried: “Malfoy wouldn’t tell, would he?”

Ted comforted him: “Don’t worry. Even if he tells, someone has to believe him. It’s one thing to tell on a student, but which professor would care if he tells on Hagrid?”

You know what, Malfoy really didn’t tell the professors.

But that grandson was too much of a braggart. He secretly boasted to his classmates that he had personally witnessed a dragon hatching.

He saw nothing. He only caught a few glimpses, and that was already half a day into the hatching, before Ansu caught him and gave him a good beating.

Malfoy: Do you know how much psychological damage a big slap can cause a twelve-year-old child?!

Regarding Malfoy’s bragging, his classmates all said: “Whatever makes you happy! Keep bragging, I’m listening~”

In short, no one believed him.

This really infuriated Malfoy. He got a big slap for peeking, and now no one believed his bragging.

He vowed to find evidence to convince everyone. So he began to closely monitor the movements of the six.

Ted and the others naturally noticed Malfoy’s abnormal behavior—he was like a shadow, following them everywhere, yet his tracking skills were ridiculously poor. He was often caught pretending to look at the scenery.

Can’t you do something useful? Even if you’re bullying boys and girls?!

Given this, the six couldn’t just let him keep following them.

So, the counterattack began.

That evening at dinner, Malfoy was once again tirelessly boasting to his friends about witnessing the baby dragon hatch.

Of course, most of the content was imagined, like a “snap,” a flash of fire, and then the egg broke.

Do you think it’s a bomb?!

You make it sound like you’re on a battlefield, stepping on a booby trap.

His friends all had expressions of “please just end it.” Even Pansy, who was usually very close to him, couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

These past few days, she had heard several versions of the baby dragon hatching from Malfoy. She even dreamed of bombs, oh no, dragon eggs.

At this moment, Ted leaned in, with an expression of great concern, as if he had her best interests at heart.

“I honestly think our Mr. Malfoy should go to Madam Pomfrey for some Dreamless Sleep Potion, lest he keeps daydreaming every day and goes crazy after a while.”

Then, Jerry leaned over and said to Ted, “Oh, my dear friend, you are always so kind, even to some little liars who are full of lies.”

“Don’t say that, it’s what I should do.” Ted gave a gentlemanly fake smile.

Everyone around couldn’t help but laugh.

“You two, two… one Mudblood, one freak! You, you, I, I…” Malfoy was so angry his mouth was twisted, and he couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Then a cold female voice came from beside them: “Slytherin, twenty points from!”

Professor McGonagall walked over, her face like frost: “Malfoy! How dare you utter such vicious words! Two weeks of detention!”

Malfoy was stunned. He tried to explain, but he opened his mouth for a long time and didn’t know what to say.

At this moment, Ron, holding a chicken leg, said cheerfully to Ted and Jerry, “If you two keep this up, our Mr. Horse Manure will probably die of anger before graduation.”

Ted shrugged: “Then I suggest he broaden his horizons!”

Jerry: “I wish him good health.”

After their double act, they high-fived happily. The Great Hall was filled with joyful air~