This scene will also remain in his memory and will never be forgotten.
Dumbledore was convinced of this, and the laughter of the children outside the window was undoubtedly the best reward for him.
Students retain knowledge and have fun playing.
Aini is successful in educating people, and the wool harvest is very happy.
The principal remembers half his life and is very happy with himself.
The lawn is numb and sparse, very unhappy...
As the most convenient deformable material, the lawn by the lake was almost wiped out, and the broken leaves blown away by the wind floated on the lake, dyeing a corner of the black lake green.
Fortunately, Aini did not forget the hero who provided the materials after class, and the grass roots were mostly unharmed, and they soon regained their vitality under the nourishment of magic.
Days passed like this, and Quirrell was surprisingly honest during this period. Except for class, he was almost invisible.
This made the Hufflepuff students breathe a sigh of relief. They could finally enjoy their food at the dining table without having to worry about being suddenly attacked by a stench.
The house elves in the kitchen told Dumbledore that Quirrell would ask them to deliver food to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom every day, and he would take it himself.
But now that Quirrell can no longer eat, this arrangement is just to confuse the old principal. It is a pity for the ingredients carefully prepared by the elves.
But thankfully, Quirrell didn't let the elves clean his office, otherwise they might be suffocated by the fumes.
But Ron really felt like he was out of breath. He stared at the people in front of him with wide eyes, Bill, Percy, Fred and George.
"You shouldn't be like this, oh, no, I don't mean that, I mean..." He stammered and shouted, feeling like a fool. His mouth was so clumsy that he couldn't express what he was thinking.
Full of inexplicable emotions, it seems that there is no room for air.
"Okay, forgive my stupid mouth, thank you, thank you, my brother." After saying that, Ron turned around and looked at Harry and Hermione seriously, "And you, my friends." "Happy birthday, Ron." A group of people crowded over, and the twins even took out a handful of fireworks, but after looking at the decorations around them, they stuffed them back silently.
The eldest brother Bill, who was left last, raised his eyebrows. These two troublemakers are not so honest at home.
A few people were making a fuss when suddenly Aini opened the door and walked in, holding a small white box in his hand.
"Happy birthday, Ron." The sofa and coffee tables in the living room jumped out of the way, and then the dining table ran out and stretched out in the living room, doubling in size.
Aini nodded with satisfaction. For today's guests, his restaurant is a bit small.
"Thank you so much, Professor Scamander." Ron thanked him sincerely.
"It's okay, Ron, just call me Aini. Your brother is my friend, and these were all his suggestions." Aini pushed forward with his right hand, and the white box flew to the middle of the dining table, returning to its original size. Then the shell turned into paper cranes and flew around Ron's head, leaving a big two-layer cake on the table.
"Wow, cool." Ron's face beamed with joy. He bet that all the birthday cakes that belonged to him before were not this big together.
Aini hooked his fingers, and dishes of delicacies flew out of the portrait in a queue and were neatly arranged on the dining table.
Considering the curfew of Hogwarts, the night cannot be too late. The birthday party officially started at five o'clock, and the atmosphere was joyful and warm. The only thing that bothered Ron was that the cake was too big, and they couldn't eat it even if they let go.
Half of it.
This is similar to what Aini expected. He expected that the other half would enter Hagrid's belly.
But Hagrid went to Hogsmeade today and has not come back yet.
Everyone had eaten and drank enough, and Ron was thinking about how to keep the remaining cake fresh. It would be a pity to let it spoil. After all, it was the largest cake he had ever received.
Ron was about to ask Bill for advice, and Fred helped him come up with a solution.
"Pa."
The love from his brother filled his face, and the familiar sweet smell made Ron know what it was.
"Fred, this is my favorite cake!" Ron glanced distressedly at the cake that was missing another piece, and chased Fred angrily.
The two ran around the dining table, and George stopped Ron, "Use this, silly brother, you can't catch him like this."
Ron subconsciously reached out to the cake that was handed to him, but amid the whistle, the cake stuck to his face again.
"George, Fred, just wait for me." Seeing that his beloved cake was being taken out of his hands by the twins, and he couldn't eat anymore, Ron grabbed the cake and started to fight back. The three of them spread the cake around the table.
The battle soon involved everyone else, and for a while cream was flying everywhere, filled with laughter and laughter.
Ani and Bill entered the study room to chat in the middle of the banquet. They would have felt somewhat restrained in the Little Wizarding Room.
"Sorry, Ani, these brothers of mine are so presumptuous." Bill listened to the commotion outside the door and apologized with some embarrassment. These troublemakers are not at home now.
"It doesn't matter. Children are more cute if they are lively. My place hasn't been so lively for a long time." The six lambs in the living room are all my own high-quality lambs. As long as the house is not demolished, they can do whatever they want in the house.
"Haha, my family was even more lively in the past few years. At that time, Charlie and I had not graduated yet. My mother often chased Fred and George around, shouting that this time she must beat their butts, but she never could.
You can really do it." As he spoke, a warm smile appeared on Bill's face.
"Above are the twin brothers who are very eye-catching, and below there is a little sister who is the most doted on. In fact, Ron has always wanted to show his presence, and even did a lot of stupid things for this purpose."
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"I know Ron thinks that everyone ignores him. Although it is true that our love is more given to Ginny, it is not that we don't like him. After all, he is our little brother."
"So you specially organized a birthday party for him. It's such an enviable friendship." There were no brothers or sisters in the two previous lives, and Aini was really jealous.
The two chatted for a while, and when they heard the noise outside calmed down, they walked out of the study together.
No one saw the messy scene as expected. Under the leadership of Percy, a few small cleanings were coming to an end.
I have to say that magic is extremely convenient. It was enough to give the Muggle cleaning company a headache. It didn’t take a few little wizards a long time to clean up the cream scene.
Although the banquet started in advance, the sun had already set when they left. With Quirrell's presence, Aini and Bill sent the little wizards back to the castle together, and then returned alone.
As soon as I reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, I saw a huge black shadow swinging over.
"Hi, Hagrid." Before he could get closer, the strong smell of alcohol rushed into Aini's nose.
"Hiccup, Aini, come with me quickly, I'll show you something good." Hagrid carried his clothes, and you could see a round bulge under the clothes.
Hoho? Is this the Chilo brand dragon egg that has arrived?
"Hmm, how much wine have you drunk?" After closing the door, Ani couldn't help but put a bubble spell on himself. The smell of Hagrid was really overpowering.
"I forgot, I just remember that after drinking all the stock in the Hog's Head Bar, the boss took 10 more barrels from Ms. Rosmerta." Hagrid burped again, grabbed Yaya's mat and spread it on the table, carefully
He took out the dragon egg.
"Woof~ woof woof~~" Yaya barked wildly when he saw Hagrid giving his mat to an egg. He had always been brave and fearless at home, and he couldn't bear this anger.
Unfortunately, Hagrid was not in the mood to play with it at this time. He rubbed the dog's head perfunctorily, and excitedly approached the dragon egg.
Ani also came forward to take a look. Although the date of Quirrell's delivery of dragon eggs was a month earlier than in the original work, the type of dragon eggs has not changed.
The black eggshell is not smooth and has some small spots. It is not much bigger than an ostrich egg. It is difficult to imagine that the little thing inside will gradually grow into a huge thing after breaking out of the shell.
"It's a Norwegian Ridgeback egg." Aini lost interest after just one glance. He preferred the British four-legged dragons to the two-legged wyverns. The way those two-legged wyverns used their wings to help them crawl was too much.
Ugly.
"Thank you. I like these big guys, but I only know what they look like when they grow up. I can't recognize the ones that are so small." Hagrid thanked him quickly. Without Aini, he wanted to know what was inside the dragon egg.
What is it? He can only look up books.
But Hagrid doesn't like reading at all. Although some books are interesting, they are too small and look very laborious. Moreover, the books in Hogwarts are protected by magic, and he cannot make the books larger. p>
"Norwegian Ridgeback, we can call it Norbert, I believe he will like this name." Hagrid held the dragon egg in his arms, his face full of intoxication.
Hagrid still named the dragon a boy, but Ani still thought there was a woman inside the egg.
Not only because of the records in the original book, the dragon egg also felt more like a female dragon to him.
However, because his plot has long gone awry, and his somewhat ridiculous ability of breaking through shells has not been verified, Ani does not dare to 100% assert that Hagrid is happy, and it will be easy to do it after hatching.
Tell the difference between male and female.
Hagrid didn't know what he thought of, and handed the dragon egg to Aini. He stood on tiptoes and rummaged through the compartments of the ceiling. Soon, a piece of fur was pulled down by Hagrid with dust on it.
Then Hagrid piled all the bedding on the bed to the floor, then threw the leather on it, tried it for softness and hardness, and smiled with satisfaction.
The fur was not complete, only the trunk and limbs, and it looked like a lion skin. But with Aini's understanding of magical creatures, even if the head and tail were amputated, he would not fail to recognize that this skin came from a manticore. "It happened when Dumbledore had just become the principal. I had not yet come out of the shadow of dropping out of school, and my temper was a bit grumpy. At that time, the manticore in the Forbidden Forest kept provoking me, so..."
Hagrid picked up the leather and dusted it again. His casual attitude obviously did not take this extremely dangerous creature seriously. For Hagrid now, nothing is as important as hatching dragon eggs.
But what to do?
The hens in the yard are about the same size as dragon eggs. It would be inappropriate to go into battle by myself. It seems that the only option left is...
Looking at Hagrid's glance, the teeth that persisted in barking trembled, and he hid under the table with his tail between his legs, feeling that his life was about to be filled with sadness.