Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Hogsmeade has received its first heavy snowfall of the year.

The heavy snow is flying like goose feathers, falling in the air, bringing a cold breath to the world.

Two small figures were walking on the streets of Hogsmeade. The tip of Hermione's nose was a little red, and she let out a white breath: "Winter comes so early in Scotland. In previous years, it was still humid in London at this time."

As she said that, she glanced at Alvin's thin robe: "Aven, aren't you cold?"

"I also practiced ice magic, so I won't get cold." Ivan was not affected by the weather at all.

"Aslant's magic?" Hermione asked curiously.

Ivan nodded: "I said before that I was a dragon-slayer magician. In fact, this name is not accurate. In our place, magicians are called magicians. And magicians with dragon magic are called magicians. Dragon Slayer."

"Why is it called Dragon Slayer instead of Dragon Mage?" Hermione was very surprised.

"Because the Dragon Slayer Mage has been here to kill giant dragons since he was born." Ivan said lightly: "Because conventional magic cannot harm dragons, humans have learned dragon magic to fight against giant dragons."

"The Dragon Slayer Mage has a special characteristic, which is that he can swallow magic and substances with the same properties as himself. Children raised by fire dragons can swallow flames, and children raised by iron dragons can swallow steel..."

"And I am a dragon slayer who was raised by a ghost dragon. The recipe is a bit wider. Dark magic, the power of death, and the fire of the soul are all within the range that I can devour."

Ivan looked at Hermione, his eyes were gloomy, and his hands were claw-like and he was grabbing at them: "If you have to count, all living things are my food! How about it? Are you afraid? Ouch!"

Hermione held his face close to her and giggled: "So that night, Mysterious... I mean Voldemort... didn't use dark magic on you, right? I guess you have met him once before."

"That's right." Ivan nodded: "I met him in the Forbidden Forest. He rewarded me with a life-killing curse when we met. I was full on the spot."

"So you can only use black magic? You can't use other magic, right?" Hermione asked curiously.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Alvin's mouth: "Actually, that's okay."

Hermione was puzzled: "Didn't you mean..."

"Don't forget, humans themselves can't eat magic." Ivan pointed at himself, with a wild smile on his face: "Dragon Slayer Mage mastered the ability to swallow magic of the same attribute by transforming his body into a dragon. The ability to interact with matter is an evolution in itself! So since the path of evolution is already laid out in front of me, why not go further?"

Ivan said and waved his hand: "If I must say it, the Dragon Slayer Mage can also swallow substances with other properties, but the sequelae are very serious. I have swallowed Iguniru's flame before and turned on the Dark Flame Dragon. pattern, the price is lying in bed for several months..."

"Sounds dangerous..." Hermione frowned.

"The danger is a bit dangerous, but the power of the two dragons is very strong! The second time I turned on the Dark Flame Dragon mode, I only stayed in bed for a month." Ai Wen grinned: "The third time and half a month, until now, the side effects are just stomachache."

"Since it's so strong, why haven't I seen you use it before?" Hermione asked.

"It consumes too much." Ivan waved his hand: "With my current small body, I will be overdrawn as soon as I roar, and this side effect always exists. Darknight said that my current physical condition is too poor, and it will probably take a few more years. Only then can you completely control the power of the fire dragon."

While Alvin was talking, Hermione stopped at a store called Devis and Bans.

"Wait for me, Alvin." Hermione entered the store.

Within 2 minutes, she walked out holding a brown-red bottle.

"What is it? Let me take a look?" Ivan stepped forward curiously.

Hermione blushed: "It's just shampoo..."

Alvin: "It's boring, you just come out here just for this shampoo?"

"My hair is too voluminous..." Hermione curled her fingers at the ends of the hair: "I want to make it smoother. It is said that this shampoo is very effective. I want to try to change my image..."

As she said that, Hermione sighed softly: "It would be better if I could make my front teeth smaller..."

"Huh?" Ivan reached out and opened her mouth: "Are you okay? I think it's quite cute."

Hermione's face turned red, she quickly broke away from Alvin's hand, and said angrily: "You are so rude!"

"I'm sorry..." Ivan leaned over slightly and made a gentlemanly salute: "Can you show me your big teeth?"

"Can't!!!"

The shampoo in Hermione's hand hit Alvin on the back of the head, and she turned around and left angrily.

"Maybe we can go find Madam Pomfrey." Ivan suggested: "She must have a way."

"Isn't it bad?" Hermione hesitated: "Mrs. Pomfrey is so strict. I heard that she didn't even give Dumbledore the respect..."

"Don't worry! I have a way!" Ivan promised, patting his chest.

Half an hour later, Hogwarts.

Hermione put the shampoo back in the dormitory, and the two came to the school hospital.

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey had just finished prescribing cold medicine to a third grader. When she saw Alvin, her face suddenly sank.

"Good afternoon, Madam Pomfrey!" Ivan waved with a smile.

"Very good! You dare to come back? You ran away without saying a word last time. Fortunately, I prepared medicine for you! Come here and let me check it!" Madam Pomfrey grabbed Alvin and lifted up his shirt: "Merlin! Is this all you wear on such a cold day? Huh? Where is your scar?"

"I said black magic has no effect on me and will not leave scars." Ivan said with a smile: "I have something to ask you for help."

"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at him angrily.

"Hermione wants her front teeth to be smaller." Alvin whispered: "Look..."

"No! Mr. Darknight! No!" Madam Pomfrey was helpless. She looked at Hermione again and said, "My child, your teeth are actually very cute. They are not ugly."

"But I want to be pretty, not cute..." Hermione was a little disappointed.

"It's a pity, dear." Madam Pomfrey sighed: "This is a matter of principle, and it is not within the scope of my work..."

"The front teeth competition is great!"

whoosh-

A ray of red light hit Hermione. Hermione looked at Ivan in disbelief as he slowly put away his wand. Then, her front teeth began to grow crazily.

"Ah!!" Hermione screamed like a groundhog.

Alvin spread his hands cheerfully: "Now it's within your scope of work."

Madam Pomfrey: "..."

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Dinner time, auditorium.

The walls were decorated with colorful decorations, a thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand low dark clouds circled and danced over the dining table, making a roar of thunder.

On the dining table, piles of Jack pumpkins flickered with flickering fire in their bellies.

"I haven't seen them all afternoon..." Harry looked towards the door of the auditorium with some worry.

"Hey, leave them alone." Ron picked up a chicken leg and said carelessly: "As long as Alvin follows, nothing will happen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang and the door of the auditorium was pushed open.

Old Filch screamed in horror and limped into the Great Hall: "Ah!! Merlin's lace underwear! Ah!!! Troll! There is a troll in the castle!!"

In the auditorium, all the students looked at him calmly.

Harry shrugged: "So it's a troll this time?"