69novels Chapter 82 Delfino begins its operation
Chapter 82 Delfino begins its operation
Chapter 83 Delfino Begins Its Operation (Part 2)
"What did you say, Professor Delfino?"
Hagrid was gazing lovingly at the female dragon and didn't notice what Ares was saying.
"Ah, it's nothing."
Ares said he is also eyeing the Norwegian Spinosaurus.
Despite being barely breathing, the mother dragon inside the glass bottle still clung to the dragon egg, which Ares had transformed into the size of a dead fly egg, with her front claws, refusing to let go.
"Are you confident you can keep it alive, Hagrid?"
The dim candlelight softened Ares's sharp jawline. "It's not that I don't trust your ability to care for magical creatures, Hagrid, but this female dragon... well, she's suffered quite a bit, and besides, she's incubating her eggs, so she probably won't be too willing to cooperate with your treatment."
"You can rest assured, Professor Delfino!"
Hagrid's lips curled into a confident smile as he thumped his chest with his large, fan-like hands. "If you know the right method, it's easy to calm these large animals down... Take Fluffy, for example—oh, the three-headed dog I lent to Dumbledore to guard the Philosopher's Stone. Just play some music for him—"
"Stop!"
Ares glanced at the drafty crack in the door, his face darkening. "I don't care about your Cerberus, Hagrid. Let's talk about this dragon... how's your treatment plan coming along?"
"Okay, fine—"
Hagrid, his enthusiasm interrupted, clicked his tongue. But he quickly composed himself and looked earnestly at Ares. "The first step is to get this poor mother and child out of the bottle, Professor Delfino. If they stay in the bottle, I can't do anything else."
"That's not a problem."
"Secondly... well, you shrunk the dragon, right? I think that's bound to affect its mood... you know, dragons are large animals, and now they've been turned into tiny creatures—"
"I don't think that even if we start another student riot, we can't get Professor Dumbledore to agree that there's a thirty-foot-tall fire dragon wandering around the Hogwarts campus all day long."
Ares said sternly, "It will stay in your house and not go anywhere... Once it has healed, I will send it and its pups deep into the Forbidden Forest, far away from the school."
"Alright, you decide this."
Hagrid smacked his lips and nodded regretfully.
He wasn't so foolish as to calculate keeping a healthy dragon on the Hogwarts campus.
Letting them roam freely deep in the forbidden forest is the best option, at least that way I can find time to go and check on them...
"We'll do as you say!"
Hagrid was breathless with excitement at the thought of spending carefree days with a pair of adorable dragon mother and baby. "It needs some supplements...it looks too weak, and it's in the incubation period too—oh, I'll have to put in some effort to find some...if you figure out what an animal likes to eat, you can take good care of it—take Luwei for example..."
"We're talking about fire-breathing dragons, Hagrid!"
Ares interrupted sternly once again.
"As for tonics..."
Ares said thoughtfully, "This fire dragon has had a lot of blood drawn... Hmm, dragon blood contains magic, which will hinder its recovery... And in terms of the principles of potions and healing—"
Ares pondered for a long time before raising his head, his deep eyes meeting Hagrid's curious gaze. "Try this."
Under Hagrid's curious gaze, Ares took out the IV drip bottle that Madame Lemaître had given him.
He scooped out a little of the liquid inside, which was filled with countless tiny, golden mayfly-like creatures, and put it into a thumb-sized bottle. "It might work... Hagrid, but I'm not entirely sure. Try feeding it some with a bone spur every day and observe for a few days. If it doesn't work... then you should drink it. It's a great thing for prolonging life!"
"I've got it."
Hagrid nodded with a simple, honest expression.
Upon seeing Hagrid's agreement, Ares snapped his fingers, and the cork of the IV drip bottle imprisoning the dragon mother and child began to wriggle on its own like a lump of putty, trying to escape the constraints of the bottle opening.
Hagrid ignored the fear and angry barking of Tooth, who was cowering in the corner, and took out a rusty iron pot that Tooth used to eat in. He carefully poured out the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon mother and child.
Then he put the iron pot into the fireplace, added some firewood, and made the flames roar! [Screech!]
Amidst the raging flames, the mother dragon regained some of her strength. She raised her long neck and glared warily at Hagrid, but when facing Ares, she let out a gentle cry.
"Alright!"
To make it easier for Hagrid to care for it, Ares unlocked the dragon's size, making it the size of a newborn kitten.
Seeing that the dragon showed no intention of attacking Hagrid, Ares straightened up and clapped his hands with satisfaction. "The rest is up to you, Hagrid. If this dragon causes any trouble, come find me anytime."
Ares looked at Hagrid, who was almost obsessed with observing the dragon, with a kind smile. "I have class tomorrow, I need to go back and get some sleep."
"Oh, I'm afraid there's something else, Professor Delfino!"
Hagrid snapped back to reality. "We had an agreement, Professor Delfino. I'll cover all the expenses—how much did you spend to acquire the mother dragon and the dragon eggs? I'll pay you back in full!"
"Ah, that won't be necessary, Hagrid."
Ares smiled and said, "Actually, not a single one... Oh, what's going on, Hagrid? Why did you stuff this bundle of unicorn tail hair into my pocket? No, no, no, this isn't right... Don't do this, Hagrid, and this harlequin eggshell is also stuck on my arm... Oh, that's too much, Hagrid, I absolutely can't take that venomous horn you left under the bed... Oh dear, look at you!"
Like a black veil drifting silently through the ancient castle, it arrived at the tower where the Headmaster's office was located at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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The ugly stone monsters were used to this guest who always visited late at night; they yawned and stepped aside before Severus could even tell them his preferences.
Pushing open the wooden door, which exuded an aura of history, Severus Snape, with a stern expression, strode up the spiral staircase.
Just as in the past eleven years, the silver-haired old man, dressed in a purple silk robe, sat on his throne, calmly facing the letters awaiting reading and reply. The dim candlelight flowed steadily like time itself, illuminating his aged face, which seemed unchanged over the past eleven years.
"How's it going, Severus?"
But when Dumbledore raised his head, Severus could still read a sharp glint in his new master's azure eyes.
"Delfino has begun its operation."
Severus Snape said in a low voice, not without sarcasm, "I believe he has already figured out how to get past that three-headed dog from Hagrid, whom you trust so much, with a mother dragon and a dragon egg."
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