There were only four words written on it: "Almost hatching."

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

If he had just glanced at the parchment, the words wouldn't have been so crooked.

But it is understandable. After all, raising a dragon has always been Hagrid's wish, and now is the critical moment for the dragon eggs to hatch. It is not easy for him to remember to write a letter to himself.

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

"You've come just in time. It's going to come out soon."

Hagrid opened the door and said excitedly, "I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep all night last night."

The egg had left the fireplace and was now sitting on the table, shaking occasionally.

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

“Judging from the frequency of its shaking, it will probably take another two hours for it to hatch.” Kyle sighed.

The dragon eggs hatched around ten o'clock in the morning, and he should still be taking the Transfiguration class on the third floor of the castle at that time.

If only it could be a day earlier, as yesterday morning was the Herbology class, and the third greenhouse they were going to was right next to the nearby field, so he could easily take a look during the break.

But not today.

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

…

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

The first three days after a fire dragon hatches are the best time for them to get along with each other. At this time, the baby dragon is like just waking up, and its body is still in a state of adaptation. Not only are its violent and aggressive instincts suppressed to the lowest level, but it also has a natural closeness to all creatures it sees.

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

Looks like I'll have to go to Hagrid a few more times in the next three days.

Of course, gifts are indispensable. There is no need to prepare anything special. Dried meat and dried fish will do.

These are things that the Norwegian Ridgeback likes, and they are perfect for improving its favorability.

In a way, raising a dragon is not much different from raising a cat.

In the Transfiguration class, Kyle listened to Professor McGonagall absentmindedly, then raised his wand and turned the rabbit in front of him into an exquisite glittering golden trophy.

"The styling is perfect, and not a single hair has been left. If it was a month ago, I would have given you five points..."

At this moment, 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 change into slippers in this class... You can't walk around wearing the Quidditch trophy."

"I'm 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 revealed a satisfied expression.

"Don't let your mind wander next time in class."

"Hufflepuff plus three points."

…

After waiting for a long time until noon, Kyle quickly left the classroom as soon as the get out of class was over, ready to get acquainted with the newly born dragon.

When passing by the entrance of the auditorium, he also saw Harry, Malfoy and others.

Only today they looked a little different.

Malfoy was standing next to Crabbe and Goyle, laughing loudly and triumphantly.

Harry looked at them nervously, as if he was held hostage by someone.

Moreover, the two of them only had eyes for each other, and neither of them noticed Kyle who just walked by.

Tsk tsk...Did Malfoy succeed in squeezing Ron out of the way and taking his place? Kyle looked back at them curiously.

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

"So, Malfoy saw the Norwegian Ridgeback too?"

"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 Hagrid pointed at, frowned and said:

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

"Really?" Hagrid asked excitedly.

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

"I'm just guessing," Kyle said.

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

But it is 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 knew, Malfoy would never miss any opportunity to cause trouble for Harry. If he really saw the dragon, he would not have appeared in the hall just now, but in Snape's office.

Kyle comforted Hagrid a few more words, then took out a small dried fish and went forward to tease the newborn dragon.

I can only say that it is worthy of being called a fire dragon. Although the little guy was just born and is not even as big as a kettle, his teeth are 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 saying it should drink chicken blood brandy at this time, and it can't be fed for a week."

As he spoke, Hagrid took out the book "Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit" that was under his pillow.

He has been reading this recently. Although the content is a bit outdated, it is very comprehensive and includes the complete process of raising a fire dragon.

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

Kyle took out another dried fish and said, "In fact, for some dragons, such as the Norwegian Ridgeback or the Hungarian Horntail, they can eat normally after they hatch... Those sharp teeth are not just for show."

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

However, seeing how happy Norbert was when eating the 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, with a small cluster of flames coming 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."

………

(End of this chapter)