Sirius's son

Norwegian Rideback

"But there aren't wild dragons in Britain?" said Harry.

"Of course, there are," Ron said rolling his eyes. "Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind has to keep putting spells on Muggles who've spotted them, to make them forget."

"So what on earth's Hagrid up to?" said Hermione.

They decided to go to the gamekeeper's house. However when they entered, as stifling hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate. Hagrid made them tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, which they refused.

"So — yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?"

"Yes," said Harry. There was no point beating around the bush. "We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Sorcerer's Stone apart from Fluffy

Hagrid signed then told him about the philosopher's stone, Not only was Fluffy, the three-headed dog, was mainline of defense but also enchantments from Professors Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall, Quirrell, Snape, and Dumbledore.

"Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling." Rigel said

"Can't, Rigel, sorry," said Hagrid. Eliza noticed him glance at the fire. Rigel looked at it, too.

"Hagrid — what's that?"

In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg

"Ah," said Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard, "That's — er..."

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg."It must've cost you a fortune."

"Won it," said Hagrid. "Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."

"But what are you going to do with it when it's hatched?" said Hermione.

"Well, I've bin doin' some readin'," said Hagrid, pulling a large book from under his pillow."Got this outta the library —Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit — it's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on I em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o' brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An' see here — how ter recognize diff'rent eggs — what I got there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They're rare, them.

He looked rather smug with himself

"Hagrid." Rigel eventually spoke. "Your house is made out of wood."

But Hagrid wasn't listening. He was humming merrily as he stoked the fire.

"Wonder what it's like to have a peaceful life," Ron sighed, as evening after evening they struggled through all the extra homework they were getting.

"You tell me," Rigel said gesturing to himself.

Then, one breakfast time, Harry told them that the egg was hatching.

Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut. But Hermione wouldn't hear of it.

"Oh come on Hermione how many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?"

"We've got lessons, we'll get into trouble, and that's nothing to what Hagrid's going to be when someone finds out what he's doing—"

"Shh!" Rigel whispered.

Draco was only a few feet away and he had stopped dead to listen. How much had he heard? Rigel didn't like the look on his cousin's face at all.

When the bell sounded from the castle at the end of their lesson, the three of them dropped their trowels at once and hurriedthrough the grounds to the edge of the forest. Hagrid greeted them, looking flushed and excited.