Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 61 Norbert withdrew a message

Because of the news of the hatching of the little dragon, the first Charms class in the afternoon seemed less interesting - even when Professor Flitwick started teaching them a new spell on how to create fire, Harry and Ron didn't take it seriously.

Cohen had already learned it a long time ago, so he kept looking through his system store during class, trying to find props that would help him raise wild magical animals.

But it seems that there is no such thing as a "succubus collar" that can make small animals obey you...

Then Cohen can only try to use his personal charm.

After Charms class, they quickly packed their bags and hurried across the grounds to Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid excitedly ushered them into the house.

The temperature here is higher than last time. Hagrid has poured all his enthusiasm into keeping the dragon eggs warm. It is hard to imagine what kind of good life the little dragon will have after it hatches.

"If human flesh was on the dragon's diet, I doubt Hagrid would hesitate to feed it himself..." Harry whispered uneasily to Coin.

"You should be thankful that the backup food isn't ours," Cohen consoled him. "Hagrid has enough to feed the dragon for many days."

“It’s almost out!”

said Hagrid, his face flushed, having heard nothing of the conversation.

The egg lay on the table. There was a deep crack on the dark eggshell. From time to time, a clicking sound could be heard from inside, accompanied by the shaking of the baby dragon inside.

[Soul Strength: 20]

This dragon already had an extremely strong soul just after hatching. Dragons are indeed difficult creatures to deal with - both physically and mentally.

But it's still lower than Cohen, so Cohen wins.

"Does it breathe fire right after it hatches?"

Harry watched the sparks emerge from the cracks and swallowed.

The eggs began to smell of sulfur.

"I suppose so—" said Hagrid uncertainly. "But—wait, it's pushing against the shell—shhh…"

Another circle of fine cracks began to appear in the crack of the eggshell, as if a little guy was hammering it from the inside out.

Everyone held their breath and stared closely at the egg—Cohen was facing the new circle of fine cracks.

Cohen suddenly knew what was going to happen next.

"Click——"

The eggshell broke into an irregular circular hole, and a small black head poked out from it - it was yawning with its mouth open in the first second after it hatched, but when it finished yawning and opened its eyes, the little dragon's eyes met Cohen who was right opposite it.

Cohen saw fear in it—perhaps that was why it suddenly froze.

The air fell into a strange stagnation. Not only Cohen and the little dragon, but also Hagrid and Harry beside them were motionless.

"pat-"

The little dragon silently retracted its head that was sticking out of the shell, then stretched out a small claw from the hole, and with a snap, it pulled off the piece of debris that it had pushed open and was still stuck to the shell, and sealed the hole again.

Xiaolong withdrew a message.

"?"

Hagrid had never seen such a situation before in the pile of dragon-raising books.

"Maybe there were too many of us and it scared it," Cohen lied, "or maybe the little dragon needed a little help hatching..."

As he spoke, Cohen reached out his hand to help the little dragon hatch - hiding in there would only be a waste of time. They had one last class in the afternoon, so they ran over during the break to watch the little dragon hatch.

[Ding! Sin value +10]

[Note: You don't even let dragons go, do you?]
As Cohen helped to pry open the eggshell, the dragonfly inside let out a whimpering sound. "Resist? Resistance is useless!"

Cohen could sense its resistance—but no matter how much it resisted, it couldn't give up its natural teeth!
Xiaolong couldn't feel Cohen's kindness, so he could only desperately use his body to block the irregular hole, trying to prevent Cohen from breaking the eggshell.

But it was no use, as it was facing a magical hybrid Dementor.

"Beware!"

Hagrid exclaimed as Coin used "Shatter" on the eggshell.

When the eggshell broke into a pile, it could no longer hide.

Now Xiaolong's entire body was exposed to the outside air.

It looked like a wrinkled black umbrella, its spiny wings and black, wrinkled membranes several times larger than its body. Its head was covered with horns, its nostrils were white, and its orange-red eyes bulged outwards.

Even when the eggshell was broken into pieces, it was still trying to bury itself in the pile of debris that once sheltered it, with its head tucked under its wings.

This makes it look rather pathetic and makes Cohen appear evil.

“It’s so beautiful…”

Hagrid said through his tears.

He stretched out a hand and touched the little dragon's wings.

The little dragon bit Hagrid in response - because it saw through the gap under its wings that the one touching it was not the terrible monster.

"Oh my God! It knows its mother!" Hagrid said with emotion.

"I think it's just stress," Cohen speculated reasonably.

"Would you like to touch it? It's so beautiful—and feels so good too." Hagrid invited everyone enthusiastically.

But when Harry and the others saw a shallow tooth mark on Hagrid's finger, they immediately stood up and took a step back.

Even Hagrid could be bitten by it, so if this thing bites their hands, they might have to have an amputation...

But Cohen didn't retreat - he reached out his hand to Xiaolong.

Harry and the others looked at Cohen with respect.

Unlike Hagrid who was bitten, when Cohen touched the dragonet's back, although it trembled violently, it did not turn its head to bite Cohen.

The first second Cohen touched it, the little dragon started shaking violently, almost like an ostrich trying to dig its head under its wings into the wooden table, trying to bury itself in the wood.

But after Cohen touched it several times, it seemed surprised to find that it was alive - the horrible monster did not harm it.

“The feel isn’t that good either…”

Cohen withdrew his hand. The dragon's body felt cold and hard, like he was touching a piece of angular metal.

"But it seems to be very obedient at the moment."

"It might have thought you were its mother too!" said Hagrid excitedly. "The first thing it saw was you!"

"Then it would have five mothers," Ron pointed out. "We're all here, Hagrid—and none of us look like a dragon."

"I've decided to call him Norbert!" Hagrid chose not to hear Ron's point. "I found it in a book—the little Norwegian Ridgeback in 'Raising Dragons for Pleasure and Profit' is called Norbert."

After making sure that Cohen would not hurt him at the moment, Norbert finally folded the wings covering his head - he faced Cohen, his head almost touching the table, his back and tail raised high, and twisting his body as if to please Cohen.

"Why do they look so similar..." Harry said a little strangely.

"Dog," Cohen added.

(End of this chapter)