Chapter 57: What to Do When the Dog Has No Appetite
Who in the wizarding world would refuse to raise a dragon? Hagrid certainly wouldn't. And as for his grumpy disposition... so what? Children are supposed to be a little mischievous, after all. Being sent back by the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary only proves those people are incompetent. Just look at how scrawny they are, like walking twigs—how could they possibly manage to raise a dragon properly?
"Alright, if you become a professor..." Kyle began.
"No problem!" Hagrid interrupted before Kyle could finish. With a wave of his hand, he said, "I agree to the bet."
He didn't even stop to consider whether Kyle could actually convince Newt, or whether Dumbledore would allow a dragon at Hogwarts. He just agreed right away.
It almost seemed like Hagrid was worried Kyle might change his mind, as he quickened his pace, leading the three of them—who had to jog to keep up—towards the Mooncalf's cave.
"You lot stay here, don't go any further," Hagrid said seriously, turning back to the group. "Mooncalves tire themselves out when they dance, so they need plenty of rest during the day. You've got to be as quiet as possible."
Kanna and Cedric nodded quietly, their eyes curiously fixed on the cave entrances that looked like tents.
But where was Kyle?
The Mooncalves didn't interest him; he'd seen them countless times with Newt. His attention had shifted to the Wiggentrees surrounding them.