HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 325 Little Cutie

Grindelwald said nothing, but he nudged Dumbledore gently in the waist with his elbow, silently condemning his lover's partiality.

Just focus on the fire dragons and the imps, right?

For the dragon knight, the fire dragon is just a tool dragon and a background board!

The little kids chatter all the time, it’s so annoying, especially when they are grading homework, what’s so fun about it!

Dumbledore was suddenly poked in the soft flesh of his lower back. He straightened his body, came to his senses, tilted his head slightly, and blinked at Grindelwald.

Those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to be able to speak were staring at her lover intently, with a hint of smile and superficial grievance in them.

But it was enough for Grindelwald to see Dumbledore's preference for him.

The old devil snorted and laughed, with the corners of his mouth raised. He simply hugged the person in front of him tightly, with his hands that were originally on his waist.

Dumbledore glanced down at his hands tightly wrapped around his waist, said nothing, but just curled the corners of his mouth in the same way.

Alison had no idea that the two men were flirting with each other all over her.

Otherwise, the sub-adult fire dragon would probably use a Thomas spin to knock all the bastards off.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle around, but Alison gradually became bored with the excitement. She flew two circles and landed at the edge of the forbidden forest.

She didn't want to fall directly into the castle and hear a bunch of little ghosts screaming.

Being too noisy would only make her feel like her brain had been taken out and put into a blender and ground into soup, and then she would lose her mind and be physically shut up.

Alison landed lightly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Perhaps because it is sparsely populated and the weeds are more lush, the ground here is obviously softer than that on the court and feels better underfoot.

The fire dragon retracted and expanded its claws and stepped on the ground.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald dismounted from the dragon together.

Dumbledore touched the scales on her face with a smile, and felt a little relieved - at present, it seems that Alison's condition is still controllable. She probably just wants to vent her anger on animals intermittently, and has not yet developed to the point of losing her mind and attacking people.

He was confident that Alison couldn't hide her negative emotions perfectly in front of him all the time without being discovered. Alison had been in a good temper throughout the whole process.

"Thanks, Alison."

Grindelwald bent down gracefully and kissed the dragon on the cheek.

Allison didn't dare move her head, for fear of hurting them by moving carelessly, but her tail was already lashing at a high frequency, and her excitement was visibly visible, causing dirt to fly around her.

That perky, spiky tail is hard to ignore.

Dumbledore chuckled grimly.

The Hungarian Horntail, which looks majestic and domineering, is actually like a happy puppy, with its tail wagging so hard that it seems to be about to take off.

Grindelwald laughed too, running his hand down the steely scales, over the long, thorny neck, and back.

In the eyes of fathers, this dragon is so cute that it's unfair.

However, the intimate and warm atmosphere was soon disturbed by outsiders.

Logically speaking, this is the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and also far away from Hagrid's hut...

But it is not uncommon to see a gamekeeper who raises magical animals wandering around anywhere, but the place and time where the gamekeeper who was lured into a black carp by the giantess principal of the neighboring school is even more bizarre.

Hagrid's house was raided by Dumbledore once for the illegal and dangerous magical animals he secretly raised. He sent away all that needed to be sent away, leaving only a few that weren't too dangerous.

However, he recently took advantage of the opportunity and took the initiative to help Professor Grubbly-Plank share the work of looking after some magical animals so that he could see those "little cuties".

Grubbly-Plank, the substitute professor who seemed a bit like a tool in the original book, was indeed perfect. He coordinated teaching and the relationship between colleagues very well, and was able to restrain Hagrid's restless and criminal heart.

The one who heard the noise coming out of the Forbidden Forest was Hagrid.

He saw the red-necked, heterochromatic-eyed Hungarian Horntail dragon beside Dumbledore.

Hagrid actually knew that it was Alison who had transformed. After all, he also went to watch the game - Madame Maxime and the four charming dragons were enough to fill his heart.

He also saw Allison transform into a fire dragon and bite and kill the Hungarian Horntail Dragon provided by the competition.

But looking at the fire dragon, he would think of the "Norber" he once raised - of course, now it has been renamed "Norberta", after all, that Norwegian Ridgeback is a female.

Hagrid has a considerable obsession and deep love for dragons.

Although her love was also strange—in Alison's opinion.

This incomprehensible half-giant was keen on secretly raising dragons with dragon eggs. When the four dragons for the competition were brought in, he even thought about stealing dragon eggs. A few years ago, he had gambled away the dragon egg of the Norwegian Ridgeback by selling Dumbledore's "secret".

He seems to like fire dragons very much, but he also has a kind of Ye Gong's love for dragons. He doesn't have a deep understanding of dragons and has to borrow books and look up information temporarily before raising dragons.

And in his hut, there are many "peripherals" related to the fire dragon, such as fire dragon skin, fire dragon meat...

Uh.

In short, Hagrid, who didn't like Alison, now saw a docile Hungarian Horntail dragon that was acting coquettishly towards Professor Dumbledore...

Hagrid felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He took a few trembling steps forward, then stopped, staring at the dragon with his beetle-like black eyes, full of obsession, but he said foolishly: "Albus, this..."

His voice was trembling slightly, and he was obviously trying hard to appear calm, but he was completely unable to do so.

“This, this is…”

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly towards Hagrid. "This is Alison's transformed Hungarian Horntail Dragon."

Alison's cat-like vertical pupils became even thinner, showing a little irritability and dissatisfaction, as well as a hint of aggression, because of the interruption by the annoying outsider.

Dumbledore was sensitive to her emotions, frowned slightly, and touched the creamy white scales on the dragon's chin soothingly.

Alison was calmed by Dumbledore's actions. She barely hummed and gently nudged her face against her father to act coquettishly.

Grindelwald glanced at Hagrid, who seemed a little absent-minded, with a hint of coldness and boredom in his eyes.

Alison's transformed Hungarian Horntail is indeed majestic.

However, isn't it a bit too unscrupulous for the half-blood giant to stare at his child like this?

Hagrid stared at the huge sub-adult dragon, then turned to look at Dumbledore, speaking incoherently and softly - in the face of the huge visual impact brought by the dragon, he had obviously temporarily forgotten Alison's previous series of brutal crimes.

"Albus, it's so beautiful and lovely."

A fierce light flashed across Allison's eyes. She was already struggling with whether to maintain the form of a fire dragon and spit fire at the hybrid giant to test the magic resistance, or to change back into human form and quickly get rid of this disgusting creature that treated her as a little cutie.

Grindelwald got a headache just looking at that silly grin.

Don't worry about it, you will feel aggrieved. If you do care... it's still aggrieved like arguing with a fool.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly, knowing that Hagrid had always been fascinated by dangerous magical creatures.

He glanced at the impatient Alison, then looked at Hagrid. He really didn't want Hagrid to be roasted by Alison, so he coughed lightly and reminded him again: "She has a bad temper."