79- Holding the Wings of Destiny

79- Holding the Wings of Destiny

"Roar!" Norbert, who was enveloped by an inexplicable sense of crisis, chose to use roars to dispel his inner fear and possible danger. But this could not scare Rhys away. In his eyes, adult dragons were just potion materials. How could he take a dragon cub that was only a few weeks old seriously?ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

He quickly moved to Norbert's blind spot, seized the opportunity, and grabbed the roots of his wings, lifting him up.

Hagrid was shocked.

He jumped up, intending to stop Rhys to prevent him from being bitten by the dragon.

To his surprise, the usually aggressive and unruly Norbert was now as docile as a chicken, allowing Rhys to handle his wings without resistance.

"Although dragon hatchlings stay in their mother's nest until they reach adolescence, adult dragons sometimes need to move or relocate their young. During such times, they grab the young dragons by the wings and carry them in their mouths. This habit creates a 'switch' at the base of the wings. Touching this spot can calm even the naughtiest dragon hatchling." Rhys explained as he held Norbert, giving Hagrid a mini "dragon taming guide."

Hagrid was intrigued by Rhys's explanation.

Watching Hagrid's eager expression, Rhys sighed inwardly: How could he dare to hatch a dragon without knowing these basic facts?

"Alright, it's time for a check-up." Given Hagrid's lack of expertise, Rhys took over his role, thoroughly checking Norbert's health.

Fortunately, the little dragon was quite healthy with no major issues, except for one thing...

"So why did you give her such a masculine name?" Rhys asked, puzzled.

The dragon in his hands was clearly female, yet she had a boy's name. Considering Hagrid's situation, he had a pretty solid guess.

"What? Norbert is a girl?!" Hagrid's eyes widened in shock.

"What?" Daphne and Ron exclaimed in unison, equally taken aback by Hagrid's reaction.

"Hagrid, you've had her for over three weeks..." Ron struggled to articulate his feelings, and Rhys and Daphne felt similarly at a loss for words.

Hagrid chuckled awkwardly, running his scarred, half-burnt beard through his large hand. "I wanted to check, but Norbert wouldn't let me. I didn't want to force her, so I kept putting it off."

Rhys sighed, exasperated by Hagrid's unreliability.

Before Hagrid added the mushrooms to the pot, Rhys carefully inspected the types he had gathered.

Just by looking at Hagrid, Rhys could tell he had giant blood, and giants have a remarkable resistance to toxins.

Mushrooms that are harmless to giants might not be safe for ordinary wizards, so Rhys made sure to check them thoroughly.

Fortunately, Hagrid was reliable in this area; all the mushrooms he had gathered were safe and edible.

With the stew simmering, Hagrid invited Rhys, Daphne, and Ron to sit at the table. He poured each of them a cup of tea and served a plate of rock cakes.

Ron kept his eyes downcast, pretending not to see the plate of rock cakes.

Rhys and Daphne, unaware of the hidden dangers, each took one. After taking a bite, they quickly understood why Ron had avoided them.

The cakes were as hard as rocks! Daphne nearly chipped her perfect teeth on the cake.

Hagrid, oblivious to their discomfort, sat down at the table and started munching on a rock cake himself.

Rhys: ...

Giant blood, truly terrifying!

"Hmm..." Hagrid chewed on the rock cake, seemingly deep in thought. Eventually, he spoke up, not to reflect on the hardness of his cakes but about Norbert.

"Since Norbert is a girl, it's not suitable to keep calling her Norbert. How about renaming her Norberta?"

Rhys and the others naturally had no objections.

When it was time to eat, Hagrid made sure not to neglect his little dragon. He picked up a bottle filled with chicken blood brandy from the floor, preparing to feed Norberta.

Seeing the suspicious-looking mixture, Rhys frowned, "Hagrid, you feed her this?"

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