Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 60

"What this and that, Clark, what the **** is this thing?"

The impatient Ron hated Clark's behavior, which made him feel like a fool.

"This blanket is made of unicorn hair!" Clark didn't sell too much, he put down the blanket carefully and spread it out.

"Unicorn hair?"

Harry and Ron looked at the gray-white blanket, their mouths wide open, unable to close them for a long time. Of course they knew how precious unicorn hair was, the stuff Ron used for his wand core.

"The fur of unicorns is quite rare and is a scarce material for making wand cores. But at the same time, few people know that unicorn hairs can also be used to make advanced healing potions, which are very serious for injuries caused by black magic. Good results. Brother Hai, I'm afraid you can buy half of Diagon Alley with this blanket."

Clark looked at the unicorn blanket in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

Don't think what he said is exaggerated, think about it, who is Hagrid? A half-giant! He is four or five meters tall, how big should a half-giant blanket be, and how much should a unicorn blanket with such a large area be worth?

No wonder people always say that Hagrid and Snape are the two hidden tyrants of Hogwarts.

Under Ron's fiery gaze, Hagrid patted his head embarrassedly, "It's not as powerful as you said, this blanket is only half mixed with unicorn hair."

Depend on! Half the unicorn hair isn't that much? Ron's eyes seemed to stretch out claws, firmly grasping the gray blanket with a strange smell.

Clark called him affectionately: "Brother Hai, how did you get those unicorn hairs? Did you discover the unicorn's graveyard?"

You know, an adult unicorn can fight four or five experienced combat wizards.

Their fur is naturally resistant to powerful magic, their sturdy bodies run like the wind, coupled with the same wisdom as ordinary people, the holy unicorn with the rune of "breaking evil" can be said to be a tank battle in the wizarding world. vehicle.

So if you want to get a little bit of fur from them, you have to work in groups of wizards.

Of course, for most wizards, if they just need some precious materials, they can go to the black market next to Diagon Alley to buy them.

"No, actually this thing is easy to get, I usually pick it up where unicorns live." The smile on Hagrid's face was very bright.

"In the grass, along the stream, on the branches, there will always be some places where the unicorn rubs off a little bit when it passes by. I usually see it when I patrol the forbidden forest, so I collect it and twist it into a rope. , woven into a blanket."

When Clark heard Hagrid's answer, he was very envious. No wonder, as Dumbledore's confidant, Hagrid was assigned to the post of gamekeeper.

Only a guy like him with a simple mind and no concept of money can reassure Dumbledore.

After all, this forest is so big, by the way, there are eight-eyed giant spiders in it, and the venom of those guys is also very valuable. These magical creatures, together with the entire Forbidden Forest, are Hogwarts' most precious treasure.

It is an endless, sustainable gold mine. Voldemort still wants to fight Dumbledore? He was afraid that he knew nothing about the power of money, and the gold Galleon he earned as a little white face was not enough for a fraction of Hagrid's blanket.

The world only sees Dumbledore's greatness, but completely forgets the man standing behind him. There is the first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald before, and then there is Rubeus Hagrid, the logistics manager of the Order of the Phoenix and the training master of magical animals.

If Voldemort knew that a frame-up he made when he was young, he would become Dumbledore's crouching dragon and phoenix, he would have regretted it to his death.

"Brother Hai, I'll call you brother from now on, and you call me brother." Ron even secretly rubbed his hands on the blanket and got some fluff.

The three little wizards looked at the big blanket and got to know Hagrid again.

And Clark looked away from the blanket and looked at Hagrid's cabin more carefully. The last time I came to visit with Harry and the others, I didn't pay attention to it. There are really many good things in this room.

For example, the pile of straw in the corner behind the door is all citronella with magical power. This is a natural spice for magical rituals, but now it has become a kennel for Fang.

The animal skin on the bed is a whole piece of fur of a long-haired monster. Their hair is as hard as steel wire and very tough. After a little treatment, it is the best soft armor. Only this kind of fur could withstand Hagrid's tossing and turning at night when he slept.

And the bone needles that were placed in the trash basket for sewing, no matter how you looked at it, they looked like the fangs of an eight-eyed giant spider. It's a pity that this first-class alchemy raw material, looking at the pale appearance of the bone needle, must have been cleaned of the venom inside.

Just as Clark was gaining knowledge, Harry suddenly said, "Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm so hot."

"No, Harry, I'm sorry." Hagrid refused without hesitation.

At the same time, he sneaked a glance at the fireplace. The four little wizards had long suspected what he was doing. When they saw him like this, they all turned to look at the fire.

"Hagrid—what's that?" Ron shouted.

In the center of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.

"Heh," Haiji said, twisting his beard nervously, "that's—oh..."

"The egg of a fire dragon is still alive." Clark directly stated the origin of this thing.

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" said Ron, crouching by the fire~www.mtlnovel.com~ to examine the big egg more closely, "It must have cost you a fortune!"

"Won it," said Hagrid. "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Honestly, the guy probably just wanted to get rid of it."

"But what are you going to do when it hatches?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, I've been reading," said Hagrid, pulling a tome from under his pillow, "The Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit, borrowed from the library, says to put eggs In the fire, because that's how their mothers breathe on them."

Clark glanced at the book in his hand and reminded kindly: "Hagrid, this book is a bit outdated, after all, the person who wrote this book has not taken care of many fire dragons himself.

For example, the hatching fire dragon egg doesn't have to be kept burning in the fire all the time. Different fire dragons have different resistance to high temperature, the length of burning time, and the temperature of the flame. Hagrid, do you want to make charcoal grilled dragon eggs? "

Hearing Clark's words, Hagrid was shocked, and quickly pulled the red-burning dragon egg from the charcoal fire with tongs, scolding as he picked it up, "Oh my God, I don't know this, those **** authors don't. Write this knowledge in a book."

The fiery dragon egg rolled on the ground, leaving a scorch mark, Clark stretched out his wand and helped it cool down.

"Just kidding, Brother Hai, you are the dragon egg of a Norwegian Ridgeback. This dragon's fire-breathing ability is second only to the Hungarian Horntail. The temperature is not enough to bake it."

【Ding! You successfully used the 'Education' skill to impart some peculiar knowledge to the other party, experience +10]

Well, it seems that Hagrid still likes studying in this regard.

Chapter end