I felt extremely wronged

"Come in," Hagrid said with a sigh, sounding helpless.

Although Belvina's tone was somewhat harsh, even carrying a hint of warning, Hagrid did not angrily close the door.

Hagrid didn't open the wooden door completely; instead, he stepped aside to make room, leaving enough space for the two witches to pass through.

The cabin was incredibly hot, almost suffocatingly so, like stepping into a sweltering sauna. Belvina immediately broke out in a sweat.

As the weather gradually warms up, the snow on the grounds has long since melted, and green grass sprouts are emerging again, but a roaring fire still burns in Hagrid's cabin, as if winter is still raging.

Hagrid casually closed the door, then made some tea and served a plate of ferret sandwiches.

Tea can replenish fluids, which Belvina readily accepted, but she declined the sandwich; Hagrid's innovative recipes always made it hard to refuse.

"Is this a dragon egg?" Bassheda said, pointing to the large, dark egg in the center of the fire, under the kettle.

"Yes, a dragon egg." Hagrid seemed a little uneasy. "I want to hatch it."

As he spoke, the gamekeeper pulled a book from under his pillow titled "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit." He continued, "I followed the instructions in the book and used fire to bake the dragon eggs because their mothers breathed on them."

"But keeping dragons is forbidden, Hagrid," Bassheda said worriedly. "You'll be expelled!"

Hagrid's act of secretly keeping a dragon is a violation of the law, and this is Hogwarts, a school, where the dragon's presence threatens the students' safety.

Once this gets out, the anger of the students' parents and the Ministry of Magic's demands for accountability will overwhelm the headmaster's office, which is why Belvina said that even Dumbledore couldn't save Hagrid.

Moreover, this behavior would definitely be discovered, as the growth rate and increasing size of the fire dragon cubs meant they could not be secretly raised.

Imagine a fire dragon flying over the school campus, randomly pouncing on a lucky student and eating them—how shocking would that scene be?

"I wasn't thinking that much about it at the time," Hagrid said softly. "I've always wanted a dragon."

Hagrid, blinded by the dragon egg, couldn't think of anything else. His eyes and heart were filled with the tempting dragon egg and the joy of soon having a dragon. He forgot all about laws and security.

"You can't keep it forever," Bassheda said. "Hagrid, you live in a log cabin, and dragons can breathe fire."

Bassheda wasn't just talking nonsense; she was genuinely worried about Hagrid's situation. Even if the hunting ground guards' illegal activities went undetected, the hatchling dragon would eventually burn down his cabin.

It would have been better if the two witches hadn't been allowed into the house, because once they were inside, all sorts of problems arose, shattering Hagrid's joy.

But Hagrid couldn't get angry, because he knew that Bassheda's worries were all valid and could actually happen. Wasn't this a kind of kidnapping in itself?

Perhaps it was too hot in the room, or maybe she was tired from talking, but Bassheda plopped down a cup of tea in one gulp before turning to Belvina and saying, "Don't just sit there, think of something!"

Sweating profusely, Belvina pointed to herself. What could she do? She had never secretly kept a fire dragon, and she didn't like those winged lizards. It was hard for her to understand Hagrid's feelings at this moment.

"All I was thinking about was having a dragon, so I was happy to bring it back," Hagrid said. "I did a lot of preparation and read a lot of books. Look, there's brandy and chicken blood here. I'll feed it every half hour after it hatches."

Looking at all the things that had been prepared in advance, you could tell how much Hagrid cared about raising the dragon, and you could also tell how disappointed he was now.

Belvina's subtle "warning" and Bassheda's worries struck Hagrid's heart like hammer blows. The gamekeeper realized that his actions might bring unnecessary trouble to Dumbledore.

"I can't let you continue to have the dragon, Hagrid, unless you have a piece of land far away from people, and that land has to be big enough," Belvina suddenly said. "Dragons need enough space to roam and enough food, and you can't meet those two conditions."

Dragons are arguably the most powerful magical creatures. Unlike a Neapolitan Mastiff, which Hagrid can raise however he wants, dragons are extremely difficult to tame. Even the best dragon tamers cannot guarantee that they can tame every dragon.

The two conditions proposed by Belvina are easy to understand.

The land is large enough because fire dragons are territorial, and female fire dragons will even drive male fire dragons out of their territory.

This land is kept away from people to prevent Muggles from witnessing the fire dragon, and more importantly, to prevent the fire dragon from injuring people.

The Ilfordcombe incident in 1932 was caused by a fire dragon. A Welsh green dragon attacked a group of sunbathers. If the Tork family hadn't stopped the Welsh green dragon, who knows how many casualties would have been caused to Muggles.

In recognition of the Tok family's courageous act of stopping the dragon and saving Muggle lives, the Ministry of Magic awarded Tilly Tok and his family the Order of Merlin, First Class.

"The only way I can think of is to secretly move this dragon egg to the dragon sanctuary before anyone else discovers it," Belvina continued. "Wells, or the Hebrides. Of course, the decision is yours, Hagrid."

Hagrid's mood was visibly low, and he looked as aggrieved as a child weighing hundreds of pounds. He had just acquired a fire dragon, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to lose it. The huge gap was really hard to accept.

It's said that the decision rests with Hagrid, but in reality, he has no choice at all.

"It's alright, I think we still have time," Bassheda comforted them. The dragon hadn't hatched yet, and it would be quite some time before it could set Hagrid's cabin ablaze.

"That makes sense. Communication and arrangements take time," Belvina said. "Hagrid can stay with you for now. After all, no one at the school knows better than you how to care for a baby dragon that's about to hatch."

The premise is that it will not be discovered by anyone and no one will leak the secret.

As long as the secret can be kept for the time being, Hagrid can raise the unhatched dragon until the possibility of the young dragon being discovered increases, and until the young dragon becomes dangerous.

At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Hagrid's rugged face. Although it was only temporary, it was still enough to make the hunting ground guards cheer with joy. He really loved the dragon.

"Want some brandy? You've taken care of my worries," Hagrid suggested. "Don't worry, not the kind you'd prepare for the dragon."

"No, we should probably leave now," Belvina declined the suggestion. "If we stay in the house any longer, I'm afraid I'll die of dehydration. Don't you feel hot?"

The cabin was incredibly stuffy and hot. Belvina was already drenched in sweat, and the voluptuous Bassheda was even more exhausted, practically licking her lips and sticking out her tongue to cool down. But Hagrid seemed completely unaffected.

"Actually, I'm hot too," Hagrid said sheepishly, "but to ensure this spinal dinosaur hatches successfully, I have to maintain a high temperature. I haven't told you yet, this is a Norwegian spinal dinosaur! Much rarer than the Welsh green dragon!"

Belvina didn't care what kind of dragon egg it was, whether it was a Ukrainian Ironbelly or a Hungarian Tree Beetle; she was more concerned with something else.

"Hagrid, where did you get your dragon egg?" Belvina asked. "Don't worry, I won't report it to the Ministry of Magic, at least not until this spineback dragon is sent away."

At this point, Hagrid showed a smug look, somewhat carried away by the fact that he could temporarily keep the dragon as his pet.

The hunting ground guard said, "I won it playing cards at the Pig's Head Bar. You know that place, you see all sorts of people. I won it from a stranger, like winning Lou Williams from a Greek guy."

Belvina didn't experience a sudden sinking feeling; she continued, "A stranger? He just gave you the dragon egg so easily?"

"To be honest, that guy was eager to get rid of the dragon egg," Hagrid said. "We drank a lot together, had similar interests, and talked a lot about caring for animals. I told him I'd always wanted a dragon, and he said he happened to have a dragon egg."

Not only Belvina, but Bassheda also sensed something was wrong. It was too much of a coincidence—Hagrid wanted a dragon, and the stranger just happened to have a dragon egg.

"Then we played a game, but he said I had to prove I could handle the dragon, so I brought up the matter of Luwei," Hagrid continued. "That's all, we had a really good chat."

Receiving no response and no emotional value, Hagrid looked at the two professors in confusion, then he saw Bassheda's slightly somber expression, while Belvina remained unchanged.

"Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?" Bassheda said tactfully, "Is the coincidence a little too deliberate?"

Instantly, a look of terror appeared on Hagrid's rugged face.

"It's alright, even if that stranger is the person we all know," Belvina said. "He already knows how to deal with Louie; he's just here to verify the method's authenticity."

No wonder Quirrell was playing the disappearance card and staying put; he'd come to Hagrid to verify something.

"So—I mean, is he about to make his move?" Bussieda asked. "Isn't he hiding to avoid the school's spies and make his actions easier?"

"Probably, I hope he takes action tonight," Belvina said.

She couldn't wait to wash away the shame she had suffered.