"Karl! We—we—"
Neville was a bit hesitant, unsure how to begin, mainly because the situation was simply too outlandish.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had suddenly told him that Hagrid was illegally raising a Dragon, and then they'd dragged him to find Karl, intending to figure out a way to send the Dragon away.
But would Karl be troubled by this?
"We need your help, Karl."
Seeing Neville freeze up, Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain, "It's Hagrid; he's raising a Dragon, and Malfoy found out, so we need to send the Dragon away quickly—Ron, hurry and get the letter out."
"Oh, oh! Alright!"
Ron, who was a bit excited after seeing Karl, quickly pulled a letter from his pocket. "Charlie told us to come find you, and I'm Ron Weasley."
"So you're Ron. I've heard Charlie, George, and Fred talk about you."
Karl smiled as he took the letter, sighing inwardly that Charlie was indeed a good brother.
While exchanging letters and learning Dragon-rearing techniques with him, Karl had hinted more than once that he also wanted to raise a Dragon.
During Christmas, he even jokingly told Charlie that he had made all the preparations and was just missing a Dragon.
Now, after receiving pleas for help from Harry and Ron, Charlie had indeed thought of him first.
"I'm Hermione Granger!"
Hermione, who had been staring at Karl and Nina since they met, quickly seized the opportunity to introduce herself, as expecting Harry and Neville to remember this was harder than them getting good grades in Potion Class.
"Mr. Orolin, I often hear people talk about you, especially burning the Acromantula. Of course, I'm more interested in the stories you write. Actually, before I even started Hogwarts, I had already read 'The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.' The content is truly fascinating. I never thought I could learn magic—"
Harry and Ron, whose expressions were about to crack, simultaneously rolled their eyes and helplessly tugged at Hermione's sleeve, interrupting her endless chatter.
Karl: (O_O)
Good heavens! Was that a rapid-fire monologue? Clear articulation, fluent speech, from beginning to end, all in one breath.
Does she not need to think with such a fast speaking speed?
Nina subtly sized up Hermione. Is this a cute, talkative little squirrel?
"Listen—I mean—never mind, you read the letter."
Realizing she might have said a bit too much, Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she closed her mouth, starting to peek at Nina.
This little Witch is so pretty, and it's said her academic performance is also very good.
So, how does she maintain soft and flowing hair while having such thick long hair?
Thinking of her own bushy hair, Hermione desperately wanted the answer to this question.
"Ahem! Alright! Miss Granger!"
Karl unfolded the letter; it was Charlie's familiar handwriting, wild and unrestrained, commonly known as 'grass on the fly.'
[Dear Ron:
How is your life at school? Thank you for writing to me.
However, while I'd be happy to adopt that Norwegian Ridgeback, it's very difficult to get it here. If the Professors found out, you'd definitely receive a Howler from Mum.
So why not go find Karl Orolin from Hufflepuff? We are super good friends, and I believe with his help, this matter won't become a problem.
(Karl, I think you'll agree, after all, you understand. If you have any questions, please feel free to write to me.)
Charlie]
After reading the letter, Karl smiled knowingly. Good brother, I'll definitely find you a wife in the future; I won't let you be single your whole life like in the original story.
Hmm… this shouldn't count as biting the hand that feeds, right?
At this moment, Nina had also gotten acquainted with the four little lions on the side; they were all waiting for Karl's reaction after he finished reading the letter.
"Charlie is right."
Karl nodded to the anxiously awaiting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. "Let's go to Hagrid's hut now and quickly take that Dragon hatchling away, lest delays cause trouble."
Harry looked at him puzzled. "Don't we need to make any preparations?"
"If we need to prepare—" Karl's gaze fell on Ron's bandaged hand. "Perhaps it should be treating the injured."
The simple handkerchief wrapping was stained with blood, looking very painful.
Ron immediately gritted his teeth. "It's all that damned Dragon's fault! I was feeding it, but it bit me mercilessly, and Hagrid wouldn't let me scold it!"
Nina's expression immediately turned serious when she heard the reason for his injury. "Dragon teeth are poisonous. Even if it's still a hatchling, if not treated promptly, it will definitely suffer."
"Ah?" x 4
Looking at the somewhat flustered four little ones, Karl smiled and comforted them, "Don't worry, we have a master healer."
"Let's go. We need to go back for the box anyway. We can prepare the Potion when we pick up the Dragon."
Nina pulled Karl, walking ahead, while the others followed, not understanding why.
To put a Dragon in a box?
The group first arrived at the Ravenclaw Tower, and after Nina brought the box, they quickly reached Hagrid's hut.
At this time, Hagrid was waiting for them outside the house. Because he couldn't bear to part with the Dragon hatchling, the three-and-a-half-meter tall man was crying like a wronged little brat.
Of course, there was also Fang, the hunting dog, with his tail wrapped in a bandage; it seemed he had been bitten too.
"Long time no see, Hagrid."
Karl smiled and greeted him, then saw Hagrid shiver.
Well, it seemed what happened at the Christmas feast last time left a deep impression on him.
"That's right, Ka—Karl, and Nina, thank you for your trouble this time."
Hagrid tried not to look at Karl's face, otherwise, he might easily recall Aragog and the war hammer.
"No need to be polite. The Dragon is inside, right? Then we'll go in. You just wait outside for a bit."
Listening to the sound of jumping and tearing things apart from inside the hut, one might think it was a husky if they didn't know better.
"That's right, Norbert just ate and is playing. He's just a little baby, but he's already going to be separated from his mother."
Hagrid's tears flowed uncontrollably, overcome with grief, looking like a 'male mom,' which made everyone shiver.
Although, it was really hard to hold back.
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