After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Hagrid and Draco were so lucky to have met each other that they kept chatting about dragon breeding. When Hagrid found out that his family not only had a dragon farm but also had all kinds of dragons, his eyes lit up.

"I, can I..." Hagrid rubbed his palms awkwardly. He was not very familiar with Malfoy. He had only heard that the Malfoy family raised the savior and had close connections with Dumbledore.

But because they were rumored to be difficult to get along with, Hagrid didn't invite him and Harry over. He didn't know how to get along with a pure-blood wizard. He wondered if they would be disliked. They probably looked down on half-giants...

"Want to go and have a look?" Draco looked at the honest, big man with understanding. He was a very pure person. "You can come with Headmaster Dumbledore. I've invited him this winter break. And my friends, let's go to the dragon farm to play."

The dragon farm Draco was referring to wasn't the one in Romania, but the island Lucius had lavishly purchased for his beloved son. It had a variety of ecosystems designed to accommodate the lives of various dragons, and even had manors and recreational facilities specifically reserved for vacationers.

"Really? Should I go too?" Hagrid hesitated. A noble's friend... must also be a noble, right? He'd probably cause trouble for the young Malfoy who had so eagerly invited him...

"Don't worry, Pansy and Blaise are really good." Ron hurriedly comforted, "You don't know! The dragons there are easy to touch, no need to worry about being attacked." Ron vividly told Hagrid about his last strange experience in Dragon Island, and Hagrid was stunned and fascinated.

Ron continued excitedly, "When Ginny and I walked into the dragon's lair, we were nervous. But when we saw those huge and docile dragons, we couldn't believe our eyes. They were like giant pets, and we couldn't help but want to touch them."

Hagrid's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Really? Most dragons are very ferocious animals!"

Ron smiled and continued, "Of course, we were a little scared at first. But then we found out that dragons are actually very friendly as long as you don't provoke them. I think it was because of the special dragon-watching clothes we were wearing. We even rode on the back of a dragon and felt the thrill of flying! It was an amazing feeling!"

Hagrid listened with fascination, as if he were there himself. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. He couldn't wait to experience the feeling of close contact with a dragon himself.

"Um... Hermione, Neville, I was planning to invite you later. After all, there's still a long time before winter vacation. I wonder if you will be free then?"

As Draco spoke, he secretly glanced at Hermione and Neville. He felt Hermione's vague gaze when he spoke just now, and also noticed the envy and loss in Neville's eyes.

Draco realized that he seemed to have forgotten an important thing. He and Harry had already agreed to invite their friends to visit their own Dragon Island after the semester was over.

However, he hadn't told his friends about this plan yet! Draco was upset about his carelessness. He had been in a bad mood recently and had been listless and forgetful when doing things.

"I'm free!" Neville said happily. He hadn't thought Draco would invite him before because they weren't really close. He felt a little disappointed because he really liked Draco as a friend. But he thought that once they became better friends, Draco would invite him.

Draco had simply forgotten to tell them first. Did this mean that Draco had already considered him a good friend, and that was why he invited him?

"I'm free too." Hermione was a little embarrassed. Hermione was undoubtedly sensitive and proud. This was the first time she had so many friends. She was also trying hard to change some of her bad habits for her friends.

She was a little sad just now. She thought they were good friends, going on night walks together and making secret plans to defeat Voldemort together...

After discovering it was all a beautiful misunderstanding, Hermione felt a bit embarrassed but also a bit excited. This was her first time hanging out with her friends, and she had never seen a dragon before. Who wouldn't be interested in the gentle creatures Ron mentioned? Hey, riding a dragon!

Harry looked at the people who were gradually forgetting why they were here, and felt that he had a heavy responsibility.

"Hagrid, dragon eggs aren't cheap. Where did you get them?" Harry asked casually. Hermione quickly realized that they were here to confirm whether they had bought them from Quirrell as Draco had said in his mind.

"I won this from a merchant on a bet," Hagrid said proudly. "It's at the Hog's Head. You'll see when you go to Hogsmeade in your third year."

"The merchant?" Hermione looked very interested. "What does he look like? Is he covered in jewels?"

"That's not the case. He'd be easy to rob like that." Hagrid shook his head with a laugh. These young wizards had really vivid imaginations. "He had a hood on, so I couldn't see his face clearly. But from the hood, it was clear he had a big head. Maybe he's a half-blood like me."

"I think he must be a magical creature dealer. You have to know that the Hog's Head Bar is full of all kinds of people." Hagrid looked at Hermione's disapproving eyes and touched his nose to hide his embarrassment.

"Did he tell you his story? It must have been very thrilling, right?" After receiving Harry's signal, Ron looked at Hagrid as if he wanted to hear the story.

"Not really. On the contrary, he was quite interested in my experience." Hagrid laughed. "I told him I worked at Hogwarts, and he said he was studying and working in the United States. He was particularly interested in Hogwarts and asked me if I had any rare magical animals."

"Did you tell him?" Neville swallowed and tried to remain calm.

"Yes, but don't worry, except for the young wizards and professors, no one can enter Hogwarts without alerting Headmaster Dumbledore." Obviously Neville's acting skills did not fool the honest half-giant, but he just thought he was afraid that bad guys would come in to poach.

"He said there were no magical creatures he hadn't had, and he made a bet with me that if he lost he would give Norbert to me," Hagrid recalled. This was the first time he and Norbert met.

"Nobert?" Draco asked curiously. Could it be...

"That's the little dragon's name~" Hagrid picked up the little dragon and looked at it affectionately. "I named it the first time I saw the dragon egg."

"So I told him that there was a magical animal that he definitely didn't have. He was very curious, so I told him that I had a three-headed hellhound. He readily admitted defeat." Three-headed dogs are not particularly rare, but they are only found in Greece, and that country is very exclusive to outsiders, so there are not many three-headed dogs circulating.

"Then we talked about Fluffy. Oh, that's the name I gave the three-headed dog. That merchant was indeed a very knowledgeable man. He regretted not having his own three-headed hellhound. He had prepared everything."

When Hagrid said this, he missed the businessman very much. You know, there are very few people who can share the same language with him in this regard.

"Have you talked to him? How to raise a three-headed dog?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, I saw that he was so fragile and small, so I kindly reminded him that if he wanted to quiet a three-headed dog, all he had to do was play some music for him." Hagrid felt that he had done a good thing.

Taking advantage of the altitude, they lowered their heads and exchanged glances unscrupulously, then said goodbye to Hagrid.

Hagrid could understand, after all, it was too late, and these were just a few little wizards out for a night out. He told them to be careful of Filch on the way back and to come over and play whenever they were free.

Draco and his companions dodged the patrolling Filch and prefects and went into an abandoned classroom.

"That man must be Professor Quirrell. Come to think of it, his turban wrapped in his hood really does look like a big-headed doll," Hermione said affirmatively.

"He's figured out how to get through Fluffy. What should we do next?" Neville said worriedly. "Then the troll might be released on Halloween."

"Don't worry, I've already thought about it. I'm going to release the troll in advance." Harry inadvertently dropped a bomb.

"Why! This is dangerous! Harry! I mean..." We should wait for the story point to arrive... Hermione was stunned.

Why did they wait for Quirrell to strike first before they fought back? It was like a turn-based game, back and forth?

"Because I never wait passively. I'm used to taking things into my own hands. That's how I was taught." Harry said calmly.

Uncle Lucius had once taught him that he must keep everything in his own hands, and not underestimate even a passing ant. Sometimes, those who fail often fall at the most insignificant step.

Draco said nothing. It was just a troll. How could it possibly hurt Harry? Besides, he had to admit that he really liked seeing Harry in his true form.

The heroes of the novels he read as a child seemed to have a concrete existence.

Ron also didn't think there was anything wrong. They grew up together and he already knew what kind of person Harry was. He was definitely a Slytherin through and through.

They had also encountered some children who were invited to Malfoy Manor and mocked them for looking down on them, but what happened afterwards? Anyway, he never saw those people again, including in Hogwarts.