"What!? Do you want to raise a dragon?" Hera stared at Draco, unable to believe his ears.

Draco showed a pilgrimage-like expression, "Yes, a fire dragon, a dragon that will sniffle fire!"

As he said that, he still imitated the fire dragon's appearance,

"Uh..." Hera tilted his head and looked at Draco in surprise. He thought that only people like Hager would like Fire Dragon!

Unexpectedly, Draco, a guy who also wants to raise a dragon?

"Professor, I've told my dad," Draco stood up with an excited flush on his face. "He will definitely be willing to take care of the Fire Dragon. My family has a dragon farm in Romania."

Hera reached out his hand and rubbed his head with a headache. Long certainly could not give Lucius.

He had already agreed to sell it to Leni.

Although Hera is a profiteer, there is still the most basic integrity. The transaction has been agreed upon and cannot be cancelled easily.

Unless Lucius is willing to pay double the price.

Just four thousand gold Garon, buy a fire dragon for Draco?

Hera believed that Lucius's head should not have broken yet.

After all, the value of dragons is not that high. It is mainly because of the Dragon Prohibition Act passed in 1709 that the value of fire dragons has slightly increased.

"Draco, the fire dragon is a very dangerous magical creature," Hera sighed and said softly, "I believe Lucius will not agree to your request. Moreover, Norbert, the Norwegian thornback, was raised by Hagrid and I, and we have other uses, and it will not stay in Hogwarts for too long."

"Ah?" Draco's face turned pale. Before he even touched Norber, he was about to move away?

Hera chuckled when he noticed the change in Draco, "Perhaps you can go to Hagrid's cabin in your spare time to see it."

"Okay, Hera." Draco sat on the chair with a dejected look like a deflated balloon.

"Don't be too sad. When you become an adult, is it difficult to raise a dragon in the manor with the strength of the Malfoy family?" Hera smiled.

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In the end, Draco obeyed Hera's arrangement and successfully joined the team raising the dragon, but his happy time might not last too long.

After all, Norbert would have no idea where he would be taken by Leni on Saturday.

But...Norber seems to have caused quite a lot of trouble.

Draco's hand was bitten by Norber. Draco didn't take it seriously, but the next morning, Draco's bitten hand was swollen twice as much.

He didn't know if it was appropriate to find Mrs. Pomfrey.

Although Mrs. Pomfrey is also a senior graduate of Slytherin, would she realize that she was bitten by a dragon?

However, in the afternoon, he had no other choice.

The wound turned into an ugly green color.

Hera looked at the "piglet's hoof" that had turned green, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hera!" Draco bulged his mouth and retracted his hand into the cloak in dissatisfaction.

After contacting Hagrid's cabin these days, Draco found that Hera was not as terrible as his father said. Sometimes, his shamelessness was quite a bit praising Draco - this is the real Slytherin.

Except for Hera's insistence on drawing blood for Norber.

"I think you should go to Mrs. Pomfrey's, and it was when I found it was swollen in the morning." Hera put away his smile and raised Draco's hand seriously, and his condition was obviously very bad.

"We'll go to the hospital now, immediately!" Hera gently touched the skin on Draco's hand, and pustules bulged on it. Draco's bones could not be touched at all, only the pus below.

When he arrived at the hospital, Mrs. Pomfrey roared in a very angry manner:

"What the hell did you bite, Mr. Malfoy? This is definitely a pretty dangerous magic creature, how can you - get first-year students in contact?"

The first half is about Draco, while the second half is about roaring at Hera.

After all, no matter how you look at Hogwarts, there will be no magic creature of this level - it must be Hera!

"Uh, madam, can you control his hands first?" Hera endured the scolding of the old sister, and was as cowardly as a penguin, his head was almost retracted into his cloak.

Mrs. Pomfrey pushed Hera away, walked quickly to Draco, and said angrily: "You should come directly to me, I can heal your wound in one second--but now--"

"How do you do it, are you?" Draco asked very urgently.

"Of course I will, but it will hurt very much." Mrs. Pomfrey said with a stern face, throwing Draco a set of pajamas. "You will probably stay here for about two days so that I can remove all the toxins in your body..."

Draco's eyes were thrown at Hera, hoping that he could rescue himself from the hospital. He wanted to see Norbert, but his hands were not important...

Forget it, hands are quite important.

Hera helped Mrs. Pomfrey pull the chain around Draco's hospital bed, and Draco struggled to change into his pajamas with one hand.

"I'll change it." Draco's faint voice sounded, but his appearance was completely different from before.

If Hera hadn't been by the hospital bed all the way, he would have been unable to connect Draco in front of him with the young wizard who was full of energy in his office.

He lay on the hospital bed with a pale face, his bitten hands were weakly spread aside, his tone as weak as a pregnant woman who had just come down from the Muggle operating table.

"My hands..." Draco whispered, his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a sick beauty, "it hurts like it's about to break."

"So do you want your mother to take care of you?" Hera complained with a dark face. Draco is still a child after all, and it is understandable to cry and look for his mother when encountering such a thing.

"No!!!" Draco immediately sat up from the hospital bed, trying to stop Hera's thoughts.

"Hmm?" Hera was slightly different. This... I'm injured and told the parents, isn't it normal?

Although Hera has no parents, it does not affect his observation of how other children get along with their parents.

"Don't tell my mother." Draco had a bitter face, shook his head gently, and looked like he was desperate, "Mom, she will definitely come to Hogwarts immediately..."

Draco didn't know what he thought of, and had a cold war all over his body, and just murmured a word, "No...No..."

Hera curled his lips and pulled the curtain around the hospital bed.
Chapter completed!