Chapter 130 Can Drinking Too Much Improve Your Strength?

Smith returned to the airport with endless disappointment. His old friend looked at Smith's depressed look and comforted him:

“Dude, that’s your wife, and even though she’s just a little worse than the horrible creature that is your ex-wife, you don’t have to be so depressed, just lie in bed and endure it for 8 hours!

You will be free again! "

Smith shook his head and said in a dreamy tone:

"Do you know? I just had a speed competition with a giant dragon, and it actually flew out with a sonic boom!

What’s even more incredible is that this giant dragon is ridden by a boy!

Is he wearing something similar to an academy uniform, Dragon Knight Academy? Oh, God"

The old friend looked at him with a sad expression, and suddenly stepped forward to hug Smith and pat his back:

"Brother, I know your wife puts a lot of pressure on you, but I didn't expect you to leave like this. Let's go have a drink together!"

Smith: Huh?

On the lawn of Hogwarts, several professors were riding broomsticks and searching for traces of Norbert in the sky. Dumbledore had a smile that could not be concealed.

It seems that this is a very interesting thing.

Hagrid's shoulders kept shaking, wiping away tears, and still confessed in a crying voice:

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have drunk so much and encouraged him to ride Norbert. Principal Dumbledore, please fire me if you want to. This has nothing to do with Zhang."

Not at all, it's all my fault. "

Dumbledore waved his hand and said softly:

"Hagrid, no one will be fired for this matter, and it's not all your fault. Zhang has always been very creative."

At this moment, a signal from the professors suddenly came from the sky, and then there was a shout of surprise:

"came back!"

The professors hovering in the sky immediately surrounded a black spot in the distance.

Professor McGonagall rode Nimbus 2001, which Wood held in his hand while sleeping, and rushed to the front.

As he approached Nobel, the professor became extremely nervous. This was a Norwegian Ridgeback! A fierce creature!

Even if Professor McGonagall thinks she can handle it, it's not that easy.

Although he was a little nervous in his heart, his body rushed over without any hesitation. Fortunately, Noble just glanced at her and then flew slowly towards Hagrid's cabin.

Controlling the broomstick and leaning over, he found Zhang Xiao sleeping soundly on the dragon's back with his hands spread out.

Mag breathed a sigh of relief: "Merlin! Fortunately, Zhang is fine." The tense nerves finally relaxed, and then anger surged. This child is so courageous!

Can a dragon be ridden casually?

After calling to other professors who flew over, a group of people flew slowly towards Hogwarts in a standard escort formation, sandwiching Norbert.

Only Snape observed Zhang Xiao carefully for a long time, then pretended not to care and turned his head and snorted coldly.

After flying for a while, Mag discovered an interesting detail. This Norwegian Ridgeback named 'Noble' barely flapped its wings.

If it is necessary to move, it is very small, just a few flutters. Is this because you are afraid that too much movement will affect the sleep of the boy on your back?

This dragon is actually so close to Zhang?

Professor McGonagall kept this detail in mind, but no matter what, Zhang must be taught a lesson!

Too dangerous!

Dumbledore looked at the sky for a while, then nodded gently to Hagrid:

"Come on, let's go see this. The coolest student ever at Hogwarts."

Zhang Xiao and Hagrid stood together with their heads pulled back, looking at each other in frustration. They lowered their heads and listened to Professor McGonagall's angry lecture:

".Do you know how many school rules and laws you have violated?

Raise a dragon privately! ! He is still kept in Hogwarts! "

In the round principal's room, Dumbledore sat in his armchair, watching with interest. Snape leaned against the pillar with his arms in his arms, his face indifferent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall has brought the topic to the 'Law of Secrecy', 'Wizengamot' and 'Trial'

(If you continue like this, Azkaban will not be far away from you two!)

Dumbledore finally stood up, walked around the long table with various gadgets, and said gently:

"Minerva, let's leave it like this for now. The Ministry of Magic has passed the news to me. The only person who saw Zhang riding a dragon was a Muggle who flew a plane.

He insisted that he saw an Asian boy riding a dragon and insisted on comparing his speed with him. Unfortunately, no one believed him. The Ministry of Magic considered this a very minor leak and a warning was enough. "

"Zhang, you rode Norbert in a race with a plane? Who won? Was Norbert fast?"

Hagrid's eyes lit up, he lowered his head curiously and asked.

Before Zhang Xiao had time to answer, he heard Mag's roar:

"Hagrid!!"

Hagrid shivered and immediately remembered his situation and quickly lowered his head.

"Hagrid, Severus, and Minerva, please go back first. I'll talk to Zhang about the lessons and punishment for this matter."

Professor Snape snorted and said:

"He is a Slytherin student" and turned around and left.

Professor McGonagall said with lingering anger:

"Albus, you must let Zhang know the seriousness of your actions!"

Hagrid was hesitant. He looked at Dumbledore expectantly and begged:

"Professor Dumbledore, Noble"

Dumbledore looked at him with his azure eyes:

"It depends on the result of my conversation with Zhang, but there will be no worse result than Norbert returning to the reserve. It is safe."

Hagrid nodded with relief.

When all three left, Zhang Xiao found that the whole principal's office suddenly became lively. The portraits that had been sitting upright in the frames and motionless relaxed their forms, complaining while skillfully crossing the frames and coming to several frames with fruit beer.

"In order to maintain the demeanor of the principal, it is really uncomfortable to keep a straight face!"

"I really don't know why they don't draw a portrait of me sleeping, so that I can lie on the bed openly when I don't want to move!"

"You are still sitting! Look at me, look at me!

They said they would draw a picture of 'the principal at work'. I am already dead and I have to face these cumbersome documents and desks every day!

Merlin, when can I get rid of these things?"

There are also several portraits who are very interested in Zhang Xiao riding a dragon. They asked loudly how it feels to ride a dragon.

He also said that riding a dragon is the dream of many young wizards, but only a few can do it.

Phineas Nigellus shouted the loudest inside:

"What's wrong with riding a dragon? If a young wizard from Slytherin could ride a dragon for a ride when I was the headmaster, I would directly award him the house cup!

Only a powerful dragon is worthy of the noble Slytherin!"

After saying this, the most unpopular headmaster in history was beaten up by other headmasters.

Zhang Xiao glanced at Dumbledore carefully. His behavior was almost equivalent to a minor driving the latest model of main battle tank for a ride.

He found a sports car on the way and had to compete with others in straight lines.

The key is drunk driving!

Dumbledore smiled, he called his high armchair over, sat down and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Zhang, I think you are already familiar with the principal's office, don't be so restrained, don't make this expression, relax."

Huh, you said it earlier, just looking at the scene just now, I unconsciously substituted the painful experience of being caught for climbing over the wall to go to the Internet cafe in my previous life.

Zhang Xiao's tense body relaxed a little, he slightly separated his hands, and the whole person sat down directly at the back.

The armchair not far away rushed over quickly and caught him.

The beautiful glass kettle on the long table also flew up by itself, and poured a glass of lemonade. The cup flew steadily into his hand.

When he drank it in his mouth, a faint white frost spread from the wall of the cup.

Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly and said in admiration:

"Wonderful magic. When I was your age, I was still smug about learning a few spells."

Zhang Xiao let go of the cup and let it float in the air. He was a little confused:

"Yesterday I couldn't do it so naturally. Can drinking too much improve my magic ability?"