43 Dragon Pt.2 (1/2)

”So -- yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?” Hagrid asked.

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

Hagrid frowned at him.

”0' course I cant, he said. ”Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn' tell yeh if I could. That Stone's here fer a good reason. It Was almost stolen outta Gringotts - I s'ppose yeh've worked that out an' all? Beats me how yeh even know abou' Fluffy.”

”Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know, you know everything that goes on around here,” said Hermione in a warm, flattering voice. Hagrid's beard twitched and they could tell he was smiling.

”We only wondered who had done the guarding, really.” Hermione went on. ”We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you.”

Hagrid's chest swelled at these last words. Harry and Ron beamed at Hermione.

”Well, I don' s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that... let's see... he borrowed Fluffy from me... then some o' the teachers did enchantments... Professor Sprout -- Professor Flitwick -- Professor McGonagall --” he ticked them off on his fingers, ”Professor Quirrell -- an' Dumbledore himself did somethin', o' course. Hang on, I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape.”

”Snape?”

”Yeah -- yer not still on abou' that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about ter steal it.”

Harry knew Ron and Hermione were thinking the same as he was. If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything -- except, it seemed, Quirrell's spell and how to get past Fluffy.

”You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy. aren't you, Hagrid?” said Harry anxiously. ”And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?”

”Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore,” said Hagrid proudly.

”Well, that's something,” Harry muttered to the others. ”Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling.”

”Can't, Harry, sorry,” said Hagrid. Harry noticed him glance at the fire. Harry looked at it, too.

”Hagrid -- what's that?”

But he already knew what it was. 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 a 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 very pleased with himself, but Hermione didn't.

”Hagrid, you live in a wooden house,” she said.

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

”You're really an idiot, aren't you?” All of them froze up when they heard the voice.

Hagrid's face was pale as snow, and everyone was very nervous. Hagrid slowly stood up and opened up the door to find Draco smirking with Theodore behind his back.

”May we come in?” Draco asked

Hagrid was still frozen when he saw Draco, so he couldn't say anything,

”What are you doing here?” Harry spoke up coming towards them.

”Oh! Didn't Hagrid say to meet up after some time, so I came along.” Draco said innocently. ”Didn't you Hagrid?”

”I--”

”Dragon's are really dangerous, I wonder what will happen after Dumbledore or maybe even the board of chairmen find out that there is a live dragon egg in Hogwarts.” Theodore said cutting off the nervous Hagrid, ”Draco, isn't your father one of the chairmen?”

”He certainly is.” Draco said chiming in.

”C'me in.” Hagrid said quickly listening to their conversation.

Draco and Theodore smirked and walked in, ”Don't mind us.”

Hagrid looked around and quickly shut the door.