Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend. Thinking of Mrs. Pince's angry appearance, Hagrid decisively gave in.
But he would never trust these lay books again.
"Just tear the chicken you just killed into pieces and feed it. Don't feed it liquid food. Even its mother can't do that." In the expectant eyes, Aini gave the answer that lived up to expectations.
Hagrid slapped his forehead hard. He actually forgot that dragons have no milk and fell into the trap of these black-hearted booksellers.
After pulling out his foot that was stuck in geography, Hagrid thanked Aini gratefully and went out to process the chicken.
The four people in the room could still hear Hagrid muttering something, plucking out hair and then muttering something.
The sound sounded like it was being grinded from his back molars. Although Hagrid had his back to them outside the window, it didn't stop them from picturing Hagrid's gnashing of teeth.
"Ani, why can such wrong things be published?" The little witch collapsed. In her understanding, the records in the book are the truth and the standard for her understanding of the world.
Now she feels that her worldview is about to collapse. How can the things in the book be wrong?
"Well...Hermione, actually you can read the novel..." Aini was speechless. The little witch had mentioned the books she had read, including a complete set of British primary and secondary school textbooks, Encyclopedia Britannica, and Hogwarts textbooks for all grades. Historical readings, more orthodox biographies...
She rarely reads leisure and entertainment books. It can be said that most of Hermione's knowledge of the world comes from books. Even her catchphrases are "The book says..." and "I saw it in the book." ……"etc.
Coupled with her young age and very limited experience, this was the first time she encountered a situation where she almost did something bad after following the methods in the book.
"But, shouldn't this book, "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit", be a reference book?" The little witch said soberly, tears falling down.
Hagrid walked in with the chicken, his suspicious eyes scanning the three men as if they had done something heinous.
It was really pitiful that the little girl was crying with her faith collapsed.
"Hermione, the records in the book are not necessarily facts." Looking at the two "useless men" who were at a loss, Ani advised the little witch: "Calm down, in fact, the methods in this book It can’t be said to be wrong.”
"Why? Didn't you say that this would cause harm to the fire dragon?" Although she was a little skeptical, but after hearing that the knowledge in the book was not wrong, the little witch stopped crying and looked at Aini hopefully.
Seeing this, Aini gave up the idea of taking this opportunity to change Hermione's mind and make her stop being superstitious about books.
Anyway, she will figure it out in the future, sooner or later, but now it is more important for her to stop crying.
"Hermione, fire dragons raised for profit will never live to see the end of their lifespan. Fire dragons are too dangerous, and the conditions for privately taming fire dragons are uneven. In order to prevent fire dragons from getting out of control, most of the farmed fire dragons die soon after they enter adolescence. Will be slaughtered.”
"Using brandy and chicken blood to feed the fire dragon will greatly shorten its breeding cycle. It was correct for the dragon farmers at that time." Aini silently swallowed another reason.
Catalytic dragon-raising method, well, let’s call this method of dragon-raising.
Most of the books that record orthodox dragon-raising methods are classified as banned books. On the contrary, books that promote dragon-raising methods such as "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit" are allowed to be sold openly, and it is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to get rid of them.
Perhaps all this is fueled by the Ministry of Magic, which will allow them to gain greater benefits. Sometimes they even deliberately let those who raise dragons go and wait until the fire dragons grow up before collecting them.
The father of a certain Hufflepuff third year did this.
"But these fire dragons are so pitiful." The little witch couldn't bear the thought of the fire dragons being ripened and slaughtered.
"Hermione, that was a long time ago. That book was older than Principal Dippet, and what you may not know is that he was 355 years old when he died. Look, let's feed this now. "Already knowing the reason for Hermione's crying from Harry, Hagrid deliberately placed the plate on the table, making a loud noise.
By the way, Principal Dippet was mentioned. Hagrid had absolutely no respect for Dumbledore's predecessor.
Although Hagrid looks tall and thick, he is quite good at coaxing children.
When he said this, Hermione took it for granted that Aini's description was a relic in the pile of old papers, and began to watch Norbert eat with relish.
The little guy was born not long ago, his ferocious bone spurs have not yet grown, and his movements are a little stiff, which makes him look a little cute.
This made Aini breath a sigh of relief and decisively shut up, not continuing the topic. If the whole world raised dragons like Hagrid, the price of dragon parts would probably increase five times.
Perhaps only the black dragons of the Hebrides are the happiest.
Thinking of this, Ani felt a little ashamed. He had never been to the Hebrides since Tom was weaned. Let's go see them this weekend.
Several people in the room subconsciously looked at Aini, and the smile that caught their eyes seemed to bring them beach and sunshine.
"Ugh~" Noble cried out crisply. He didn't eat the meat anymore. He grabbed his feet and crawled over. He jumped hard on Aini's chest, but as soon as he left the table, he fell straight onto his lap. .
He didn't care even after being hit. He crawled two steps and plunged his little head towards the place where the dog likes to smell the most.
Ani quickly picked up Norbert, he would be dead if you let him play like this.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, let's go, it's time to have dinner." Ani stood up and handed the dragon back to the somewhat jealous Hagrid.
"What do you want to have for dinner? I'll bring it here for you." Looking at Hagrid's look, it was obvious that a mere meal was not enough to make him leave Xiaolong and go to the auditorium. "Maybe I'll send them over first and take a look at the kitchen. What goods have been brought in? Let’s have a drink together when we come back.”
"That's a good idea." Hagrid's eyes lit up. He was already a drunkard, or there was no giant who didn't like drinking. But looking at Norbert, Hagrid still reluctantly rejected the proposal.
"Sorry, Ani. I have to stay awake and have a little one to take care of."
Ani was of course all-powerful, so he led the little wizards back to the castle. He wanted to go to the auditorium to have dinner with them, but was blocked by Snape who came in a hurry.
Snape led Ani to the office on the basement floor two or three minutes later.
In fact, Aini has always been curious. How did Snape achieve the effect of trotting even though he walked smoothly?
After entering the door, the first thing you see is a wall of shelves lined with bottles and jars of different sizes. The contents inside fully prove a potion master's ability to attract money.
To use a Muggle word, these Snape's little darlings were priceless.
But Ani has always believed that even if Snape is not a potion master or even a wizard, with his unusual aesthetics, he can definitely make a lot of money by opening a haunted house in the Muggle world.
Before Ani could feel any more emotions, Snape hurriedly closed the door and led Ani into the suite impatiently.
It is not a bedroom as you imagined, but a huge space of more than 300 square meters.
This is obviously the place where Snape usually refines potions. Dozens of worktables are arranged among them. Many cauldrons are still bubbling, but the air in the room is very refreshing and there is no strange smell. .
Aini thought that Snape had come up with new research results. Just as he was about to walk towards the workbench, he was dragged into a corner by Snape.
