149 Chapter 14, Norbert Hagrid

A long time ago, the scorching sun shining on the mountainside of Mount Kilimanjaro was completely different from the severe cold on the top of the mountain.

On the cliff, two people were hung up and down on the branches. The posture is quite awkward, one of them has blond hair, his clothes are stuck in the middle of the branches, his feet are dangling in the air, and one of his shoes is missing.

The other one was even more embarrassed. This was a rather strong short man. He fell upside down on the vine, his arms were pulled into a big character, like an upside-down cross as shown in the picture.

Due to gravity, his wizard robes were pressed against his face, revealing his puffy white underpants, and a few mischievously exposed hairs.

The wind blows.

The guy who was hung upside down dangled on the vines.

Seeing the absurd scene in front of him, the blond man's mouth twitched. Then he laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the empty valley and spread far away.

And the man whose face was suffocated to the point of bruising started to yell and curse, and he also smiled wryly after cursing. Things have come to this point, they have no intention of fighting anymore.

After some time, they finally stopped laughing and started talking normally.

Grindelwald asked: "If you can survive this time, is there anything you want to do in the future?"

"Why the hell am I telling you that we can survive? We will be dried here, our eyes will be cut off by vultures, and we will die without a place to die."

Grindelwald thought for a while and nodded: "Fantasy can help relieve pain. Since it is difficult for us to live, I think we might as well just play around."

"Fucking fantasy, humans don't need that kind of thing."

Noble said lightly.

"That's it."

Grindelwald no longer refuted, and chose to remain silent.

Norbert struggled for a while, but he couldn't get out of the vine. He asked out of breath:

"Hey, can you apparate?"

Grindelwald raised his head from his contemplation and said,

"How are you going to Apparate without a wand?"

"Casting spells without a stick, don't you know?"

"You lost my wand, and now you want to ask me if I can cast spells without a wand, don't you think it's shameful?" He asked lightly.

Norbert licked his lips and shook his head.

After a while, Grindelwald shrugged, shook his head, and closed his eyes. The mental force field made the surrounding stones grow slowly, forming a stone platform. The vines that bound Noble were also automatically untied, and Noble was hanging upside down. It fell onto the stone platform with a plop.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Norbert asked in surprise while rubbing his arm.

"Magic transformation, changing the environment with the spirit, a type of transformation." After speaking, he also untied the restraint and landed on the stone platform.

"And you said you wouldn't?"

"I can't apparate. It's not that strong. Let me find the wand first."

As he spoke, he tore off a vine, wrapped it around his waist, and slid towards the cliff at the bottom of the cliff.

"Strange guy."

Norber looked at his back and muttered.

So he also wrapped the vine around his waist and slid down.

I was lucky along the way, the further down I went, the more luxuriant the branches and vines here, and there were more and more points that could be borrowed, but I couldn't find the magic wand that fell off the cliff at that time.

When they descended to an altitude of about 2,000 meters, they came to another stone platform. At this time, Norbert found the box that Jacob had thrown away.

The box had already been shaken open, and in the opened box, the dragon eggs had been smashed to pieces, most of them were broken, and the pink liquid mixed with them flowed all over the ground. Under the sunlight, it was quite For glare.

But in this glaring, those liquids are constantly flowing. They flowed from all directions to the middle of the platform. There was a dragon egg that was not broken. It lay flat on the ground like this, constantly absorbing the surrounding things, like a quiet abyss.

Startled, Norbert looked at Grindelwald, and Grindelwald also looked at him, and the fragile friendship that had just been formed suddenly disappeared. The two rushed towards the dragon egg at the same time.

Grindelwald stepped quickly to the side of the weird egg, and grabbed it in his hand. Immediately he was strangled by Norbert.

"give it to me."

Norbert said coldly.

"What do you want this thing for?"

Grindelwald tore off his palm and kicked him away.

Noble got up and insisted.

"I need to."

"Why?"

"This is the glory of the Hagrid family for generations. I must have my own beast." He pounced on it again after speaking.

"honor?"

Grindelwald laughed loudly, and a stone sword grew out of the ground. He held the stone sword and put it on Norbert's neck.

"If I cut you into pieces, do you still dare to talk about bullshit glory in front of me?"

As he said that, the stone sword shone with a metallic luster and became extremely sharp.

Norbert looked at Fengrui on his neck, then at the gray dragon egg in Grindelwald's hand, swallowed his saliva, and said hoarsely:

"My father was most interested in fire dragons all his life. He tamed countless fire dragons in his life, and finally died at the mouth of dragons during the Franco-Prussian War. My grandfather was also very interested in fire dragons. He was giving ancient When I was training dragons in the Lingge, I ended up dying in the mouth of a Swedish short-nosed dragon. My great-grandfather"

"fatalism."

Grindelwald interrupted Norbert, "Dragon has no soul, they are just beasts, and there is nothing to be proud of in taming beasts."

Noble said seriously: "You can think so, but in my whole life, I must see the most ferocious raptor and the most uncontrolled beast in the world."

"Then what?"

"Then take control of it!"

Forty years later.

In Devon, England, in an abandoned Muggle hotel that was bombed by German planes, a short, stout man was sleeping on the floor with several cans in his arms, with a tired expression and struggling.

At this time, there was a faint barking sound from a distance, and the barking sound came from far to near.

Accompanied by the barking of the dog, Noble woke up from his dream, turned over and sat up suddenly, his face covered with sweat.

Outside the window was a rapidly flashing searchlight post. A group of soldiers were holding Lickfield rifles and leading hounds, searching for something unknown. Leading them were the two Aurors, who apparated out of thin air with a crackle, and appeared on the roof with another crackle.

At this time, there was a bang on the door downstairs. Someone kicked open the door, and there was the sound of dense footsteps. Norbert grabbed the box beside him, held his wand tightly and leaned against the wall.

After a while, the door of the room was slammed open, and a group of soldiers raised their guns, shooting at the quilt in the room without saying a word.

After the shooting ended, several soldiers slowly stepped forward amidst the flying cotton wool.

At this time, Noble, who was in the shadow of the door, jumped out, held down the heads of the two soldiers, and slammed them together. The two soldiers went to the end, but at the same time, the two Aurors hovering on the roof immediately noticed the clue.

They Apparated and disappeared in place.

Norbert also Apparated and disappeared in place.

With three consecutive apparitions and bursts of crazy spell light, the surroundings finally fell silent.

At this time, Noble, who was carrying a suitcase, came to an old stone street, and the surrounding was very quiet. The only sound in the empty streets was the midnight chime.

Norbert looked around and heaved a sigh of relief. He let go of the palm covering his arm. His left arm was dripping with blood. There was a wound deep enough to show the bone. It was the wound left by the Auror just now.

He knew that before long, those Aurors would definitely catch up.

At the corner of the street in the distance, there is a red telephone box.

Noble limped to the phone booth, picked up the phone, stuffed the coins, and started spinning the disc.

Not long after, the phone was connected, and a calm male voice came from the other end: "What's wrong?"

He seemed to know the identity of the caller.

"What's the matter?" Norber in the telephone booth whispered viciously: "When will you be ready, and when will I go over?"

"Five people died because of you! Even a soldier was bitten in two by your fire dragon, how do you want me to cover it up for you?" The person on the phone suppressed his anger.

"Shut up! You expect me to come and deliver the damn dragon eggs to you, huh? Or are you fucking expecting my dragon to eat carrots!?"

The person on the phone was silent for a while, and he asked, "What are your plans?"

"What the hell am I going to do, I'm now wanted all over the UK because of your shit! Do you want me to be locked up in fucking Azkaban as a prisoner?"

While talking, he spat on the ground: "Cersei is dead, killed by those Aurors, and now I am alone and helpless, listen, if you don't find me a safe place quickly, I can go to Germany anytime."

The person on the phone was very unhappy: "Don't swear, I'm ready, when are you coming?"

"Fuck your swearing, bastard, you fucking sent it. There are thirteen dragon eggs in total. Breeding them properly can get you a fucking dragon army!"

"when are you coming over?"

The person on the phone repeated while suppressing his anger.

Noble restrained his anger: "Me and Ruburt will go there tomorrow, and it will take about three days to get to Scotland."

"It's so late?" The person on the phone was very dissatisfied.

"Night?"

The man snarled, "Wait till I get the fuck out of these Ministry of Magic spies."

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a bang. As soon as he hung up the phone, there was a barking of wolf dogs in the distance, and countless three vicious dogs rushed out from the dark corner.

There was a violent fluctuation of magic power in the air, and wizards kept apparating in the air, and then disappeared in the air.

Noble rushed out of the phone booth and ran away without stopping.

Behind him, rays of magic spell shot at him,

This time, he Apparated fifteen times in a row before throwing off the pursuing Aurors.

Finally, he appeared in a residential building in an old-fashioned community. He crept up to the second floor. Open the door and turn on the light.

As far as the eye can see, it is a crooked room, and the floor is full of discarded cardboard boxes and packed suitcases.

A tall figure rolled over on the bed.

"Don't turn on the light, Dad."

The man on the bed muttered.

"good."

The impatience and impatience on Noble's face disappeared, he turned off the light, looked outside vigilantly through the window, and waved his wand in the air a few times. Cast a protective spell.

"Have you worked hard?"

The tall figure sat up, rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Tired, I got into a fight with someone and stole some things."

Noble said while looking out the window.

"Have you got food, I'm hungry"

The tall figure sat up, revealing an immature face.

The man smiled and opened the box: "What do you think these are?"

He took some sandwiches and tins out of the box.

The boy jumped up from the bed and rushed to his father, but just as he poked his head over and smelled it, he pinched his nose: "Dad, you stink."

"This is dragon urine and the smell, don't you like it?"

Norbert laughed and ruffled Ruburt's hair.

"Disgusting."

"Hey, it's okay, one day you will like it."

"Is it Cersei's urine?"

The smile on the man's face froze, and he shook his head. Kissed the tall boy on the forehead. Handed him the food. Then he walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and tidied up the wound on his arm.

In the room, while eating the canned food, the boy asked, "You haven't been back for three days, so you're not going out again, are you?"

"I'm going to take you to a new place soon, where we will never run around."

"Is it Hogwarts?"

the boy asked happily.

"no."

Noble shook off the blood on his hands, and said amidst the splashing water, "We're not going there."

"All right."

Rubeus Hagrid muttered, a little aggrieved.

He suddenly thought of something, "Dad, I was looking in the mirror last night, and I found that the person in the mirror was smiling at me, but I wasn't smiling."

"Is it?"

While taking a shower, Norbert replied indifferently: "It's the age when your magic power fluctuates. You are a wizard, and wizards will be like this."

"Were you like this when you were a child?"

"No, there were many brothers in my family when I was young. They stayed with me, and I didn't need imaginary friends."

Norbert simply took a shower and started brushing his teeth again.

"That's not my imaginary friend."

Crash.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and Norbert spat out a lot of bubbles. He rinsed his mouth, put on his clothes again and came to the room, sat next to Hagrid, held his head and said softly:

"Luburt, you have to remember that fantasy is a very beautiful thing, but if you fantasize too much, you will fall into the quagmire of nothingness, understand?"

"Dad, what is nothingness?"

"The void is the most terrifying monster in the world."

While speaking, Norber bared his teeth and claws in a pretentious manner:

It will devour your soul, devour your hope, devour your will, until you become a monster like him, or, die! ! ! "

With that, he threw himself on Ruburt and started tickling him.

The terrified boy screamed, and after screaming, cheerful voices came from the dilapidated rental house.

"Hahahahaha."