This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Hagrid, are you sure you didn't put us on trial?

When Harry and the others cautiously greeted the professor, they were all dumbfounded.

The students sitting at the table waiting for the dragon to emerge from its shell have just seen clearly - their prefect.

‘Why is Taylor here? ’

Harry and Ron hurriedly greeted the prefect and made eye contact, but neither of them could figure it out.

But Andrew was also stunned - no, this is against the rules, why did you call a first grader here? If word of this gets out, wouldn't the early arrangements be in vain?

If it weren't for people like them, these few people would probably still keep Hagrid's secret, but now - do you expect them to be able to endure it without showing off in front of their classmates without saying anything?

‘The formalities have almost been completed, and the donation has been settled... The project has also been submitted to Professor Kettleburn. I just completed the documents last week...

So just make up a lesson to strengthen the legitimacy of the incident...'

Thinking of this, Andrew moved away before they sat down, using the position as an excuse to sit next to Professor Kettleburn.

"Professor, when will the sixth-grade students in the advanced class arrive? The little ones are almost out of their shells. It will be too late if we don't come."

Sixth grade?

Hagrid glanced at Andrew - What does it have to do with the sixth grade?

Professor Kettleburn, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed, "Ah, yes, I need to remind you, something like a dragon breaking out of its shell is worth observing even if you just skip class!"

As he spoke, he quickly started writing with his quill in his notebook, and then used his wand to copy dozens of letters.

"Classmate Huffman, go and mail the letter for me."

Glancing at the students present, he unceremoniously ordered the unlucky Huffman beside him.

"Ah, me?"

Huffman looked surprised, then reluctantly took a step to take a look and left - unfortunately, he was interested in taking risks, so he was also a member of the improvement class and was under current control.

Andrew also quickly followed to help - he was not very interested in dragon eggs, and if the professor hadn't given him a list that was difficult to operate, he would rather go alone.

"Ah, it's really..."

Huffman shook his head, "If it weren't for those three first-year students, this matter would be over. Would there still be a need for us to take supplementary courses?"

"We must make up for it. We were negligent at the beginning. Professor Kettleburn can't talk about research but fail to teach students in a single class - at least give the Ministry of Magic auditors some respect."

"Yes, divide the letters, and then look for the owl..." Huffman shook his head, "There are many people who still have classes in this class. If the professor hadn't been so proud, I would have been arrested and taken to the office to criticize them one by one. "

Professor Kettleburn is one of the oldest professors in the castle - except that he cannot be compared with Professor Binns, this professor is the professor closest to retirement. Despite his usual enthusiasm, many professors have actually been taught by him. , so as long as the reason is enough, everyone is willing to give face.

The letter was quickly tied to the owl's legs by the two of them, and then a group of owls sprinted towards the castle with a huff.

"If you're scolded, you'll be scolded. Come on, Andrew, we have to go back quickly!"

Almost as soon as Huffman finished speaking, he turned around and started running, and then - he saw Andrew's back.

By the time he returned to Hagrid's hut, Andrew had already sat down and started recording a bunch of scenes of broken shells with his wand and parchment.

“What a…huh…what a ghost…huh…”

He was breathing heavily, and after saying half a sentence, he stared at the dragon egg, and by the way, he unceremoniously looked through the paintings that Andrew had made one by one.

"Okay, quite subtle -"

"Keep your voice down!"

Professor Kettleburn's voice sounded.

Huffman immediately shut up. There was already an obvious noise in the cabin at this moment - but it was covered up by the commotion outside.

Professor Kettleburn walked out quickly, "Come in quickly and don't make any noise, otherwise you will wait for news outside the door!"

The noisy students suddenly quieted down - amidst a little commotion, Hagrid's hut was quickly surrounded by sweaty students.

Under everyone's gaze, the scratching sound became more and more harsh, and finally, something crumpled like a black umbrella crawled out of the dragon egg.

"hiss…"

There was an obvious sound of inhaling, and there was more than one person.

Under the gaze of everyone, the umbrella opened - wings with exaggerated proportions and dazzling spikes were displayed in front of everyone. The only thing that could fit it was a huge white nostril.

"Ah sneeze——"

A small sneeze sounded, and a spurt of flames was louder than its sound.

"Oh hoo..."

Andrew heard the low cheers coming from behind - it's normal for those who can take advanced classes to have some love for magical creatures.

"Norberta, mom is here."

Hagrid said in a very loud voice, to be honest, it didn't sound good.

"It's not a bird. It doesn't think of the first person it sees as its mother."

A student from behind whispered, but Hagrid ignored him and even tried to reach out his hand.

"No, it's dangerous!"

Click...

He took a hard bite, and then didn't bite.

Norberta looked at Hagrid's finger, then let go and took another unfaithful bite - this time the defense was still not broken.

Then there was a burst of fire, but it still didn't break the defense.

Obviously, the fire-breathing was a big burden for the young dragon. Under everyone's gaze, it lowered its head and rested for about two minutes, then ignored Hagrid's hand and began to deal with the eggshell seriously.

Andrew noticed that the teeth were probably a little damaged, and the young dragon had to eat the eggshell slowly.

'Outrageous...'

But Professor Kettleburn didn't care. Instead, he urged Andrew to record the scene quickly.

"This precision is not achieved by half of them - I know why Minerva... Why did she stop again?"

"I'm only a first-year, professor - I can't release this level of Transfiguration dozens of times..."

It's not Andrew pretending.

Casting a spell is not the traditional blue bar wizard, who can cast it with blue.

Magic, emotions, gestures, spirit, knowledge, spells, wands, all have an impact on casting - yes, magic is so magical.

The magic consumption of controlling the ink to change color and shape and then copying it on the parchment was not bad. Andrew, who was mentally exhausted, was like concentrating on doing several sets of exercises. Now he wanted to close his eyes and rest.

"That's right - you guys, start recording!"

Professor Kettleburn began to shout to the other students again, "By the way, make a backup of the original things."

He could achieve the corresponding accuracy before, but he couldn't do it since he was seriously injured - so he could only urge the students.

Anyway, there are enough Gryffindors who choose magical creatures, and he is never stingy with extra points.