HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 91: Name! ] (Patreon)

All throughout the day, I had Hermes monitor the Trio for any activity.

It wasn't until the end of their Herbology class, that the three practically bolted for the exit as they made their way to Hagrid's Hut. They were in such a hurry that they didn't bother to check and see if anyone else was coming when they turned the corner, causing them to crash into someone. The three tumbled to the ground, their belongings laid scattered on the floor.

"Ow," I said from my place on the ground.

"Charles are you okay?" a worried Terry asked as he bent down to check if I was alright.

"Yeah, it was nothing," I said, getting to my feet. The rest of the Ravenclaws who were glaring at the Trio still sprawled on the floor.

"You should watch where you're going!" Padma yelled at them.

"Hey, it's fine," I said trying to diffuse the situation, "I'm sure they must have a reason for why they were running so fast."

I walked over to them and held up a hand to Hermione, who took it looking particularly embarrassed. When I went to do the same to Harry and Ron, they instead chose to stand up by themselves.

Bending down I picked up their things and handed them over.

Looking over at Ron, I extended my hand, "Hey, look I'm sorry for what happened at the Quidditch Game. It wasn't the best circumstance to meet under and I apologize if I was too rough with you. So, what's to say we let bygones be bygones and start fresh."

The ginger haired wizard glanced at his friends to see what he should do. Hermione was silently urging him to take my hand, while Harry had an impatient look. Finally, he took my hand with a bit of hesitation, "Okay."

"Great," I said with a smile. "Oh, right, don't you guys have somewhere to be?"

---------

Trio:-

"That was very mature of you Ronald," Hermione said, picking up her speed to not be left behind.

"I thought you didn't like him," Harry asked, confused.

"I still kind of don't but his group looked ready to pummel me if I didn't take his hand," Ron confessed.

Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, "Oh honestly, would you just let it go. He apologized even though there was no need. So, what if he's friends with other houses, that's not exactly against the rules."

"I kind of have to agree with Hermione on this one," Harry popped up, "Charles seems like a nice guy."

Seeing that he was outnumbered Ron chose to give in, "Fine. But I still don't like how he's friends with the Slytherins."

The other two rolled their eyes at their friend's stubbornness.

Quickly racing down the hill, they arrived at Hagrid's Hut.

"We're here!" Harry shouted as he banged on the door.

The door was thrown open as Hagrid appeared and ushered them in, "Come in quickly!"

Getting inside the small wooden house, the three dropped their book bags in a corner and took their place around the table that contained a large black egg.

"What took you all so long?" the half-giant asked.

"We ran into someone," Harry explained.

"Who? You weren't followed, were you?" Hagrid asked worriedly looking out the window.

"No, it was a Ravenclaw, Charles something."

"Bell, Charles Bell," Hermione corrected.

"Ah, the boy who's rumored to- never mind," the large man began before catching himself. He still remembered the conversation he had with Professor Flitwick and the Headmaster discussing the probability of another student having creature blood and how it should be kept a secret.

The three obviously caught the slight hesitation but were unable to pry any further before a cracking from the egg got their attention.

"Oh, it's hatching," Hagrid said excitedly.

The eggshell split open and out toppled a dragon the size of a cat covered in slime.

It looked around the room with its big orange eyes, sniffing the air and making meowing noises.

"Ah, isn't he beautiful," Hagrid said with tears in his eyes.

The trio looked at each other unsure as to how to respond.

The half-giant tried to stroke its head but the small dragon ducked under the massive fingers and waddled off the side of the table.

Hagrid's heart nearly gave out as he rushed after it but breathed a sigh of relief when he said it was unharmed, "Hooo, nearly give me a heart attack."

"Hey, it's eating my book!" Ron exclaimed as he saw it go inside his bag.

Hagrid walked over and got it out, though it appeared to be gnawing on the edge of a book. "Whoa sorry about that Ron, here's your book back," he said, passing him the book, causing the dragon to give a pitiful meow.

Ron looked mad before gaining a confused look, "Wait, this isn't my book?"

"I'll say, the title says Algebra," Hermione said while taking the book, "The only person I know who's studying it is Charles."

"It must have fallen out when we bumped into each other," Harry concluded.

"I'll return it to him, next time I see him," Hermione said, placing the book in her bag.

"Hmm, how's Algebra for a name?" Hagrid asked, placing the dragon back on the table and bending down to pick up a bucket filled with chicken blood and brandy.

The three shook their heads.

"I guess it's not very dragon- What was that?!" the large man announced as he rushed to the window. "There is someone running up the hill."

The other three crowded the small window to see who it was.

In the meanwhile, the small dragon was left completely unattended.

Like a shadow, Hermes appeared and silently flew toward the defenseless chick.

The small dragon looked at him cautiously as it gave the large black bird an experimental sniff. Apparently it liked what it smelled as it then rubbed itself against Hermes.