Hatching

## Chapter 95: Hatching

"Expelliarmus!"

Neville shouted, and Hermione's Wand flew out of her hand, landing on a nearby cushion.

"It worked!" Hermione exclaimed happily, not bothering to pick up her Wand, but rushing over to hug Neville first.

"That was amazing, Neville!" Theo clapped enthusiastically, then helped Hermione pick up her Wand and handed it back to her.

Neville finally broke into a smile, happily saying, "I tried it at home, and my grandma was really pleased! She said my dad didn't even know the Disarming Charm when he was in first year!"

"Is this a new Wand?" Michael asked, examining his Wand.

"Yes," Neville replied, showing off his new companion to everyone. "Cherry Wood, Unicorn Hair. Mr. Ollivander said it's perfect for me."

Every young Wizard remembered the wonderful feeling of finding their soulmate, so to speak, the first time they chose a Wand. They each touched Neville's Wand and confidently declared that he would surely become an excellent Charm Master.

As they chatted and laughed animatedly, the Umbrella Room's door slid open. Neville looked back to see a frowning Harry walk in and enthusiastically called out, "Harry, you're here too!"

"Hello, Neville," Harry said hurriedly. "Oh, Hermione – great, you're here too! Michael, do you know where Wade is?"

"He went to the Library to borrow books, he should be back soon — do you need him for something?" Michael asked.

"—It's Hagrid," Harry said. "He invited Hermione, Neville, and Wade to his hut."

The gamekeeper? That big guy…

Michael raised an eyebrow slightly.

Hogwarts students often saw Hagrid's hut across the lawn, but not many went near it. In the students' eyes, the unusually burly Rubeus Hagrid seemed very frightening. Some students even thought he was just a castle servant and didn't even know his name.

More often, the gamekeeper's name was associated with the Weasley Twins, who were frequently heard to have been caught by him coming out of the Forbidden Forest.

I didn't expect Harry to have such a good relationship with him — but why would he invite Wade?

Just as they were talking, Wade came in through the door, carrying some books. After hearing about Hagrid's invitation, he put down his books, and the group headed to Hagrid's hut together.

On the way, Harry told them, "Hagrid said—the little Dragon is about to hatch, and he wants us all to see it. After all… not many people get to witness a Dragon hatching with their own eyes… right?"

Harry's voice grew softer and softer under Hermione's incredulous gaze.

"I can't believe it—he actually knows he's raising a Dragon!" Hermione said indignantly. "He lives in a wooden house!"

"Don't—Hermione—" Harry whispered. "At least don't argue today—Hagrid's really looking forward to this—"

Hermione's face was tight, but she managed a nod.

When they reached the hut, Harry stepped forward and knocked on the door. Hagrid opened it, looking very pleased.

"Quickly, you've come at just the right time!" Hagrid said excitedly. "The baby is about to come out!"

Harry walked in, his steps suddenly faltering.

Ron was also sitting in the small hut. He turned his head to look, then quickly averted his gaze, staring intently at the Dragon Egg, as if studying the patterns on its shell.

Hermione looked from one to the other, a little at a loss.

"Come in, don't just stand there."

Hagrid seemed completely oblivious to the subtle tension between them. With a sweep of his large hand, he ushered both of them into the hut. He then bent down and said to Wade, "I'm glad you could come too, Wade. Not many people have seen a little Dragon hatch, and I guess you'd be interested, right?"

"Of course, thank you for the invitation, Hagrid," Wade smiled and said. He walked in, ignoring the awkwardness of the other three, and sat on an empty chair nearby, watching the cracking Dragon Egg on the table with great interest.

This is a Dragon!

Even if it's a Western lizard-Dragon, who wouldn't want to see one!

As he sat down, Wade thought he saw something strange. He looked up and saw a long, slender, soft strand of white hair hanging from the ceiling, alongside several copper pots, like some kind of tribal decoration.

In Hagrid's messy hut, the white hair had an unusual cleanliness and sacredness.

Hermione, eager to find something to talk about, immediately asked, "What animal's hair is that, Hagrid?"

"Oh, that's Unicorn Hair, pulled from their tails. They often get caught on branches in the forest." Hagrid wasn't too concerned at first, but seeing Wade staring at it, he said, "Oh, Wade, you're studying Alchemy, aren't you? Take it, use it. I have more if you need it."

He generously pulled off a large handful and handed it directly to Wade.

Wade pushed it back, "It's too valuable, Hagrid! A single complete Unicorn Tail Hair can cost 10 Galleons."

Ron, who had been stony-faced, nearly fell off his chair. He stared in astonishment at the white hair he had thought was horse tail, his eyes almost popping out.

The Weasley Family had seven children and were usually very poor. He never had anything new when he was in school—wearing his brothers' hand-me-down robes, using an old Wand, old textbooks, and even his pet was an elderly rat his brother didn't want anymore.

Ron had never accumulated more than one Galleon in pocket money in his life.

"It's nothing," Hagrid shook his head, saying indifferently, "I often find them in the forest—"

He forcefully stuffed all the Unicorn Tail Hair into Wade's hands.

Hagrid's reasoning was actually quite simple—on the night the Potters died, it was Hagrid who carried baby Harry out of the ruins. From that moment on, he felt a strange sense of responsibility for this small, fragile life. When Harry turned eleven, he personally went to guide Harry into the Wizarding world.

Hagrid viewed Harry with a parental affection. When he learned that Harry had been looked after by Wade at school and had learned many useful spells from him, Hagrid had been thinking about how to repay Wade on behalf of Harry's parents. Now, seeing that Wade liked something he happened to have, he naturally gave it away happily.

Hagrid himself probably couldn't articulate his complex feelings, but Wade sensed them. He glanced at an oblivious Harry and accepted the gift.

The value of the gift doesn't matter; he'll always have a chance to repay it.

"Look, it's coming out!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed.

The eggshell cracked and splintered, and a white snout poked out. Then, a black Dragon Hatchling struggled to squeeze out, its bone-spurred wings flapping onto the table with a *thud*, and a few sparks of fire shot from its nostrils.

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