Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

The vacation time flies by so fast, especially when spending time with Hermione every day, Alvin always has the illusion that there is never enough time.

At the end of July, with the help of Mr. Granger, he exchanged a few pieces of gold for a legal Muggle identity and bought a house around London.

Originally, he thought of looking for Harry to see how he was doing, but later he learned that Surrey, where Harry was located, was more than ten miles away from London, and it took about half an hour by train.

Ding-dong-

Early in the morning, the doorbell rang,

Lal opened the door happily, and then bowed humbly: "Good day, Miss Hermione, Lal sends his sincere greetings to you."

"Good morning, Lar." Hermione looked very beautiful with a bun, T-shirt and shorts, long white socks on her legs, and a pair of skate shoes on her feet: "I guess Alvin hasn't gotten up yet. ?”

"As always, miss." With a helpless smile on his face, Lar welcomed Hermione into the living room.

With a click, Hermione heard the sound of the door opening from the direction of the bedroom, and then saw Alvin walking out of the bedroom, scratching his messy white hair: "Good morning, why are you here so early today?"

"Hmm~" Hermione took out an envelope from her pocket and shook it. On the envelope was the seal of the Hogwarts school badge: "I plan to open it with you."

"There is a letter from Hogwarts, Master Ivan." Lar also took the envelope belonging to Ivan and handed it to Ivan: "It was delivered at 07:30 in the morning."

"Well, second grade students have to read Standard Spells Level [-], which is still Miranda. No surprise..." Taking the sandwich brought by Duo Duo, Alvin muttered as he ate.

"Breaked with a female ghost, traveled with a ghoul, vacationed with a dominatrix, walked with a troll, traveled on a boat with a vampire, wandered with a werewolf, and spent a year with the XZ Snowman..." Ivan raised his eyebrows a little: "They are all written by Gilderoy Lockhart...Does a normal Defense Against the Dark Arts course require so many textbooks?"

"Maybe the teacher this semester is a fan of his books?" Hermione smiled: "But I don't like his books very much."

Alvin: "How to say?"

"It feels... unreal..." Hermione thought for a while: "If I hadn't met you, I would probably really admire him. I always feel that his books are inconsistent, as if they are telling other people's stories... "

"So you worship me?" Ivan grinned and said with a smile.

"No!" Hermione's pretty face turned red and she rolled her eyes at him: "It just feels very wrong..."

"How do you say that?" Aiwen was confused.

"Lockhart is a best-selling author. In fact, I read his book last year. After reading it...well, I did think he was great at that time." Hermione said, her face getting more and more rosy: "But For some reasons, when I read it again when my mind was clear, I found that there were actually big problems in his book."

"His stories are well told, and his measures to deal with danger are also in place, but he never describes the details and psychology of the battle. It's always the same: 'I'm not panicking at all...' or ' I effortlessly...', and some of the ambiguities are: 'I solved it easily...', which cannot stand up to scrutiny, so I suspect that his story is probably fabricated."

"I guess - a large part of the descriptions in his story are made up." Hermione said firmly: "Besides, there is a guy beside me who is too strong to be unreasonable, so regardless of whether his story is true or not, at least I I don’t feel like there’s anything awesome about it…”

"Okay..." Alvin nodded: "But you have to buy so many books for one class, so the new teacher had better be a capable person..."

Hermione was helpless, and she was also a little dissatisfied with the new teacher.

Books in Western countries are very expensive, and so are magic books. In fact, for students at Hogwarts, the largest annual expense is school textbooks, which cost almost thirty galleons, and this is still the student price.

Thirty galleons doesn't sound like much, but it's almost equivalent to less than half a month's salary of an ordinary wizard.

And with the complete set of books written by Lockhart, the purchase price of books this year may be even higher by half.

"When do you plan to go to Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked: "My dad said that he has been a little busy these two days and will not be free until next Wednesday."

"Let's go together, I happen to have something to do today, and Snape will be here later." Ivan said: "He asked me for half a tube of blood half a month ago. Yesterday he wrote a letter saying that he had some ideas, and he wanted it at [-]:[-] a.m. today. Come over here."

With that said, Alvin looked at the time: "Well, it's almost there."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic fire exploded in the fireplace, and Snape strode out of the fireplace. With a flick of his wand, he cleared away the ashes on his body, and then threw a bloody basket to Lal.

"What... is this?" Ivan asked, pointing to the bloody meat in the basket.

"Dragon meat." Snape said calmly, "You need to eat it."

"Just eat like this?" Ai Wen was stunned.

"The meat is big enough. You can cut it into several pieces and try different ways of cooking it." Snape said, "But I suggest you eat it raw. This was just killed in the morning. Eating it raw should not cause diarrhea. Of course, with your In terms of your physique, even a piece of rotten meat should not have any bad effects on you..."

Ivan hesitated for a moment, then cut off a small piece with his wand and put it into his mouth, making Hermione frown.

"It tastes like beef, but it's firmer and a little sour..." Ivan smacked his mouth.

"Do you feel anything special?" Snape asked.

Before Alvin could respond, suddenly, Darknight's voice sounded in his mind.

"Evan, eat them all!"

Ivan was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the dragon meat and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

"It seems to have some effect?" Snape asked.

"I don't know, I..." Ivan stuffed meat into his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were bloody. Suddenly he was in a trance, raised his head and looked around, and then pointed out the window: "Hermione, is your home right? In which direction?"

Hermione glanced out the window and nodded, a little surprised: "Yes, it is indeed over there..."

Ivan was stunned for a while, then pointed in the direction of the sun: "Is that the southeast?"

"That's right!" Hermione nodded repeatedly.

"My sense of direction is back..." Alvin said in shock: "I always thought it was coming from the north..."

Hermione was speechless: "It's the complete opposite..."

"This is five pounds of dragon meat. After eating it, I still need some blood." Snape said and looked at Hermione: "In addition, you have to follow him for the next two days and observe his sense of direction at all times. If this The sense of direction is gone, write down the time and tell me.”

"Okay." Hermione nodded.

Ivan ate the remaining dragon meat, picked up the wand and turned the coffee table into a skateboard: "I'll try transportation -"

Snape looked at him calmly, without the slightest surprise: "I discovered a power in your blood. I'll call it the 'Dragon Slayer Factor'. This power is very violent, but it will cause damage to your body." A certain degree of transformation, but no matter how you change it, it can't change one problem - you are still essentially a human being."

"When transplanting dragon's organ blood into the human body, there will definitely be a rejection reaction, and the same is true for magic. The reason why your ear structure is imbalanced is itself a rejection reaction - the human body's response to the dragon's power. Exclusion.”

"This itself is an unsolvable problem, unless you give up this power..." Snape said lightly: "Or... you completely become a dragon."

"I heard you say that the Dragon Slayer Mage can swallow magic and substances with the same properties as himself and convert them into his own energy. This is very interesting. If your stomach bag can retain magic, then I guess you can swallow a lot of things. But the most adaptable should only be magic that has the same attributes as itself."

"So, what if you swallowed a dragon?" Snape said calmly. "You are lucky. Although the world is different and the dragon species is different, the dragon meat in this world does contain the substances you need."

Alvin opened his mouth wide. The above speculations are all based on conjectures?

The Potions Master is so scary!