"Hagrid, besides the three-headed dog named Fluffy, what other levels are there to guard the Philosopher's Stone?"
As Harry spoke, he unconsciously moved closer to Root.
—It's so hot here that it could melt you!
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that because I don't know either." Hagrid shook his head. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
He looked at Harry and frowned. "Why do you bother to know so many things? In fact, you already know enough!"
"We want to protect the Philosopher's Stone!"
"Hush hush—the stone will be protected by the academy, so you won't be needed."
Hagrid made a gesture to silence the others. "Have you forgotten? They even dared to attack Gringotts!"
Hermione blinked. She felt that Hagrid was not lying. He genuinely seemed to have no idea what the level after the three-headed dog was.
After thinking about it, she decided to ask Hagrid a different question.
"In the entire academy, I believe that you, Hagrid, are the only person that Headmaster Dumbledore can trust the most. Otherwise, he would not have borrowed your Fluffy to serve as the first checkpoint in guarding the Philosopher's Stone."
There was no expression on Hagrid's face, but his beard was trembling repeatedly.
Apparently, Hermione's flattery had played right into Hagrid's hands—he was laughing.
"You don't have to tell us what the next level is, but can you explain which professors know about the Philosopher's Stone?"
"That's a lot."
Hagrid reacted and quickly covered his mouth.
But on second thought, there didn't seem to be anything to hide.
He stammered again, "As far as I know, several teachers were asked by Professor Dumbledore to perform magic."
"Like?" Harry demanded.
"For example, Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick... Oh, and Professor Quirrell!"
Hagrid counted on his fingers. "Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore also used magic."
"So believe me, with so many professors guarding the Philosopher's Stone, no one will succeed."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other and frowned.
At this time, Root, who was not very concerned about the Philosopher's Stone, had noticed the blazing fire in the fireplace.
The fire in the fireplace accounted for about eighty percent of the heat in the room.
He found that there seemed to be a black egg inside.
Suddenly, Root became interested and walked to the fire.
"This is a dragon egg, right? But what kind of dragon is it?"
Hagrid's expression froze when he saw Root's actions.
He had already used a lot of firewood to block the dragon egg, so how could Root find out?
Hagrid opened his mouth to deny it.
Harry said, "We found that the books you read in the library were all about raising dragons. Hagrid, do you really want to raise a dragon?"
"..."
All the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and Hagrid sighed softly.
"All right—all right! It is indeed a dragon egg, and a Norwegian Ridgeback egg at that!"
"Norwegian Ridgeback?"
Since Root had to learn potions from Professor Snape, he did not simply learn the process of brewing potions.
At the same time, under the supervision of Professor Snape, he studied a lot of books about magical animals.
—Usually, the materials from these creatures can be used to make potions.
A true potion master must be able to do this directly—no matter what magical creature he encounters, he must be able to tell at a glance the valuable materials on the other creature.
So after Hagrid finished speaking, the first thing that came to Root's mind was the relevant attributes of the Norwegian Ridgeback.
This type of dragon is a ferocious carnivorous fire dragon. It is extremely aggressive and is a four-legged two-winged dragon with poisonous fangs. It looks very similar to the Hungarian Horntail, but has no spikes on its tail and a black ridge on its back.
Unlike other dragons, the Norwegian Ridgeback is not extremely hostile to humans. Instead, it prefers to hunt large mammals.
—They can even kill aquatic creatures.
This is relatively rare among fire dragons.
"If I had an adult dragon, I could draw a little dragon blood every day, pluck out a dragon tooth or dragon scale from time to time, or cut out some liver and use magic to grow it back."
This material is simply in endless supply!
Almost at the moment this idea came to his mind, Root wanted to try it out—if he could use Soul Stealing on the little guy who was still in the dragon egg.
What would happen? Would he have a chance to make the dragon obey him after it was hatched, or even become his pet?
"Based on my understanding of the Imperius Curse, no matter how advanced a wizard's Imperius Curse is, it is difficult to directly use the spell to control an adult dragon."
Because the dragon is far stronger than the three-headed dog in every aspect.
Not to mention that the three-headed dog is already a creature with extremely high magic resistance.
Therefore, it is almost impossible to use the Imperius Curse on an adult dragon and try to control it.
"Why not give it a try?"
Root had previously changed the magic wand's attack effects from pink starlight particles to a colorless transparent effect.
Therefore, in front of Harry and other first-year wizards, and Hagrid, who is not a wizard at all and who knows magic but is forbidden to use magic and knows nothing about many spells.
Root didn't think they would discover the process of his spellcasting.
Besides, dragon eggs can't make calls...
Thinking of this, Root pretended to squat beside the fireplace. Without waving the wand in his hand at all, he narrowed his eyes slightly and became alert.
"Imperio!"
Having mastered the Imperius Curse to its full level, he could cast spells without a wand.
Therefore, when combined with the magic output, there was no special effect at all.
In front of Hagrid and Harry, the Imperius Curse silently penetrated into the black dragon egg.
As the spell took effect, Root's consciousness was pulled by an invisible force and suddenly established a wonderful connection with the soul in the dragon egg.
"Not a fully formed soul."
Deep in the chaotic consciousness, Root felt a state of ignorance. It was a soul that had not yet taken shape. At this moment, it was like an ignorant baby animal still sleeping, without any clear cognition and thinking, only instinctive throbbing.
At the same time, Root also sensed the soul's desire for rebirth and resistance to his magic.
"Although it has not yet taken shape, this soul power actually has an inherent savagery and is trying to resist my Imperius Curse?"
Root was a little surprised.
So these dragons have already started to give themselves magic resistance before they were born? Isn't this racial attribute a bit too exaggerated?
However, the more this happened, the more excited Root became.
Because the dragon egg now could only resist him, but not completely offset the power of his spell.
Therefore, he could directly increase the output of the Imperius Curse! If one time didn't work, what about three times, five times, or even ten times?
"Ten consecutive soul-stealing shots!"
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