Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 104 Bulgarian Fire Dragon
weekend morning.

Hardy walked into the focus group meeting room with a large bucket of popcorn in his arms.

The other members of the drowsiness symptom solving team had already been waiting inside.

"Everyone, good morning, everyone."

Waving his wand in his hand, Hardy turned the parchment in front of everyone into small paper cups, and divided the popcorn in his hand.

"You're a minute late, Professor Ollivander." Snape folded his arms and looked at the owl clock on the wall.

"Yes, Professor Snape, I have to apologize to everyone." Hardy crumpled up the empty popcorn bucket.

Then when he pulled hard, the popcorn bucket instantly transformed back into a piece of parchment.

"Today, according to the regulations, I will continue to report to you, Mr. Longbottom's discoveries in the last three dream cycles."

Hardy looked up, "Today's meeting may last two hours, so I prepared Coca-Cola flavored popcorn for everyone."

"This snack has been surprisingly popular in the Muggle world lately..."

Professor Sprout grabbed one and put it in his mouth, and immediately showed an expression of enjoyment, "It tastes sweet, it reminds me of when I was young."

"Please start as soon as possible." Snape urged sullenly.

Waving the magic wand in the air, the memory projector at the end of the conference room immediately started to spin.

The blazing white light once again projected a picture on the wall in front of the conference room.

"What you see below is Longbottom's third dream cycle."

In the picture, it is still the familiar London Underground.

The Muggles sat on the cold bench chairs, looking at the newspapers in their hands, which mentioned an advanced product concept called "Walkman".

Someone was humming a song and was swaying left and right to the music.

Neville, who had his eyes closed, opened them suddenly, like a drowning person who was suddenly rescued ashore.

"Are you feeling better?" Beside her, Elle Highmore revealed her face from an open photo album.

"Um... yes, yes." Neville took a deep breath and patted his face with his hands, "No matter how many times I do it again, it's still so realistic."

He looked down at the electronic watch in his hand, the current time was 9:01 am.

"I still have 14 minutes." Neville looked around, and quickly set his sights on the No. [-] carriage next door.

"Hey, Nicholas, where are you going?" Seeing Neville leave his seat, Ellie couldn't help asking.

"You just stay in your seat, I'll be back in a moment." Neville shouted without looking back.

He quickly crossed the junction of the two carriages.

But at this moment, he found a guy dressed as a repairman who just locked the isolation door of the sixth car.

"Hey, get out of here!" The repairman stretched out his thick arms and easily stopped the thin Neville.

In the dream, he played Nicholas Highmore, a skinny 14-year-old boy.

"Sir, I have something urgent to go to carriage six." Neville begged.

The repairman stuffed the key of the door lock into his pocket, and shook his finger, "This is impossible, the front compartment is being fitted with new armrests and seats."

The opponent waved his thick arms and dragged Neville back to the No. [-] carriage, and then walked away without looking back.

"What are you doing?" At this time, Ellie also held the album and jumped off the seat, "Mom said, let us not cause trouble on the way to Aunt Mary's house!"

"You do not understand!"

Neville shook his head, staring bitterly at the chains on the isolation door.

He anxiously glanced at the time on his watch, "There are only 9 minutes left."

His eyes moved quickly in the carriage, and soon Neville noticed the fire box not far away.

"Yes!" He quickly rushed to the fire box, opened the door, and pulled out a heavy fire ax from inside.

Amid Ellie's unbelievable screams, Neville struggled to hold the fire ax, came back to the isolation door, and slammed down the chain on the doorknob.

With a sound of "Dang", the fire ax struck the thumb-thick chain, making a piercing metal trill.

Neville felt his arms trembling violently, and the tiger's jaw was even more painful.

In the No. [-] carriage, the passengers who heard the huge movement all poked their heads over.

"Nicholas! Are you crazy?" Ellie hugged her picture album, watching Neville's actions in disbelief.

"Destroy the subway car, we will be arrested and taken to the police station!" She wanted to step forward to stop her, but Neville waved her away.

He took a deep breath, looked at the cracks on the chain, raised the heavy fire ax again, and slammed it down in front of him.

There was another loud bang of "dang", and even sparks shot out.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with that child?" In the No. [-] carriage, an old woman covered her mouth in disbelief.

A baby was woken up by a loud noise and immediately burst into tears.

"What's going on? What happened?"

On the other side, in the direction of the No. [-] car, a portly subway policeman came over.

"Hey! What are you doing? Child." The marshal saw Neville at a glance, and quickly shouted: "Put down the things in your hands, and squat down obediently and don't move!"

Looking back, he saw the policemen rushing through the crowded No. [-] carriage, and Neville quickly swung the fire ax again.

The third time, with a "dang", the thumb-thick chain fell violently to the ground.

Neville threw down the fire ax, firmly grasped the handle, pushed open the isolation door, and quickly rushed into the No. [-] compartment.

Unlike the overcrowded No. [-] compartment, No. [-] compartment was empty.

There are scattered steel armrests and brand new bench chairs ready to be replaced.

But this does not affect the driving safety of the entire subway, so the method of stopping and overhauling has not been adopted.

"Nicholas!" Ellie yelled fearfully outside the No. [-] carriage, but Neville ignored her.

At this moment, his heart was beating rapidly.

From childhood to adulthood, under the education of his grandma, he really behaved in a well-behaved manner, and he had never acted so boldly.

"Where...where..."

His eyes quickly searched for suspicious objects in the messy No. [-] carriage.

Finally, as Neville bent down and lay on the ground, he finally found a huge egg-shaped object under a dilapidated old-fashioned bench.

It was the size of two basketballs, and its surface looked like a mixture of rock and magma. It was shaking and laying in a corner, exuding a fiery breath.

"What is this?" Neville's head was a little dazed. He never thought that he would see the eggs of magical creatures on the subway in the Muggle world.

"Damn kid!" At this moment, a strong hand firmly grabbed Neville's calf and dragged it out from under the chair.

The policeman who arrived picked up Neville and shook him vigorously: "What do you want to do? Brat, your parents didn't teach you to be honest when taking the subway?"

"Let me go!" Neville, who was lifted into the air, struggled desperately.

At this moment, a fiery air rushed out from under the old-fashioned bench chair.

A young fire dragon covered in slime staggered out.

"What kind of monster is this?" the marshal who was holding Neville yelled in disbelief.

In the next second, the flames spurted from the opponent's mouth immediately enveloped Neville and the policeman...

Screen so far.

"Everyone, the above is Longbottom's major discovery in the third dream cycle."

Hardy waved his wand, and outlined in mid-air the egg-shaped object that had just appeared, as well as the hatched young dragon.

"I have already asked Professor Kettleburn beforehand, and he told me that this thing is a Bulgarian fire dragon that will never appear in the UK."

In the office, there was a burst of whispering immediately.

Professor McGonagall looked serious, "Oh, so the source of the London subway disaster is this Bulgarian fire dragon?"

Nodding his head, Hardy replied: "Yes, Bulgarian fire dragons are ferocious, and the newly hatched young dragons can already breathe out deadly flames."

"and--"

Hardy paused, "The young dragons without the care of the mother dragon are prone to stress reactions due to external stimuli, and excessively breathe out flames, leading to death."

(End of this chapter)