Chapter 95: Fanboy Colin

Nobo was very happy after being teased by Hagrid for a while, although the way a dragon is happy is quite special. According to Hagrid, Nobo is still young and cannot control his dragon breath very well.

The price of doing this is the corner of Fanlin's wizard robe and Hagrid's thick hair. Fortunately, Hermione used the spring spell to help Hagrid save some of it, otherwise Hagrid would have to be bald.

Of course, these are not a problem for Hagrid. As long as Nobo can be raised by him, Hagrid will be happier than anyone else.

However, Fanlin still carefully suggested that Hagrid get some fireproof equipment for himself.

Because dinner time is coming, Fanlin and others say goodbye to Hagrid, because they promised Hermione to return to the castle before dinner, and Fanlin really needs to change into new clothes.

"What do you think... I mean, how dare you tease a dragon?" Hermione said angrily. Even though Hermione stood far away, she could still feel the heat of the dragon breath exhaled by Nobo.

"I just..." Fanlin didn't know what to say, "Hagrid also teased Norbert..."

"Oh my god, didn't you see Hagrid's burning hair?" Hermione said speechlessly: "I know you like magical creatures, but... come on, it's a dragon. Fortunately, Norbert is still docile. The dragon's breath sprayed on the stone. If it sprayed directly on your face, I'm not sure if you would be punished by Madam Pomfrey."

"In fact..." Harry was still a little scared. They were still some young wizards. Dragons were too dangerous for them, even if they were young dragons. "I don't think it's appropriate for Hagrid to keep Norbo there. You know, dragons are huge magical creatures. I don't think Dumbledore's barrier can restrict Norbo for life."

"I don't think you need to worry about this." Ron said confidently, "You know, every animal trainer has some professional equipment. You know the traceless extension spell, right?"

"Can this be used to raise dragons?" Hermione looked at Ron uncertainly. After so much time, Hermione decided to forgive Ron temporarily. After all, the four of them have been together all the time, and it's not practical to communicate at all.

"Of course not..." Ron was very happy with Hermione's frustrated look. Finally, there was something that Hermione didn't know. "That is a space-type magic pattern array that is more advanced than the traceless extension spell. I remember it was written in some demon language or something..." Ron fell into deep thought. His brother Charlie had told him about it, but Ron's memory was really not good.

"Okay, Ron, just tell me the effect." Fan Lin had to interrupt Ron's memory search. For questions like what kind of magic pattern to use, Fan Lin guessed that even if Ron formally studied these things in the senior grades, he might not be able to remember them completely.

"Okay..." Ron was no longer entangled in the question of whether he could remember it. "It was something like a suitcase. It can be said that this is all the belongings of a trainer. The space in this suitcase is stabilized by magic arrays. It is a difficult magic item. The world inside the suitcase is like a real world. Every trainer will put the magical creatures he raises in the suitcase, such as eagle horns, thunderbirds, rhinoceroses, bird snakes, etc. The suitcases of dragon trainers are all used to hold various small dragons, such as Norwegian ridgebacks, Welsh green dragons, etc. As for the giant dragon level, I have never heard of anyone raising such catastrophic creatures."

"The conclusion is that the suitcase has a lot of space, enough for Norbo to roll inside, right." Hermione looked at Ron speechlessly.

"Well... Actually, that's it."

"Well, shouldn't we hurry up and eat now? I'm starving." Hermione rolled her eyes and quickened her pace.

"How did I offend her again?" Ron cried, this wave of ganks caught Ron off guard.

"I don't know..." The three boys looked at each other, and they still found Ron's words very interesting.

They hurried to the long table of Gryffindor, where dinner had been placed on the table. On the first day of school, the dinner at Hogwarts was still very rich. At least Fan Lin saw his favorite fruit cake and immediately had all the attributes. It was rare to eat these delicious desserts at grandma's house.

But things didn't go so smoothly. The four people who had just sat down were frightened by a thin and small boy with messy hair. The boy blushed and held his Muggle camera in his hand, staring at Harry blankly. It seemed that he was a first-year student at the sorting ceremony last night.

When the four looked over, his face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Colin Gray," he said, almost out of breath, and took a tentative step forward. "I'm also from Gryffindor. Do you think - can you - let me take a picture?" He raised the camera and said hopefully.

"Take a picture?" Harry repeated blankly.

"Hey, brother, I think your little fanboy is officially online!" Vanlin said jokingly.

"Fanboy?" Harry seemed a little flustered, "How could I have any fanboy."

Colin's face became even redder.

"Please let me take a picture of you, please? This will prove that I have seen you," Colin. Gray said eagerly, taking a few steps forward. "I know all your deeds, others told me. How you escaped from the hands of 'that person', and how he disappeared, and about the shiny scar on your forehead (here, his eyes turned to Harry's hairline), a boy in our dormitory told me that if I use the right amount of liquid to wash the film, the scenery and people in the photos will move."

Colin took a deep breath excitedly, "It's amazing, isn't it? Colin. Gray said eagerly, taking a few steps forward. "I know all your deeds, others told me. How you escaped from the hands of 'that person', and how he disappeared, and about the shiny scar on your forehead (here, his eyes turned to Harry's hairline), a boy in our dormitory told me that if I use the right amount of liquid to wash the film, the scenery and people in the photos will move. "Colin took a deep breath excitedly, "This is amazing, isn't it?" "Signed photos? Are you handing out signed photos, Potter?" A discordant voice soon came from behind Harry. (To be continued)