[HP] Dearest Enemy

Tom had never been to such a remote place. The swamp in winter was filled with mist that could not be dispersed, and the smell in the air made him inexplicably afraid.Tom held Harry's neck tightly, as if an unknown fire-breathing monster would run out of the thick fog in the next second.

"Don't be afraid," said Harry, patting Tom's arm around his neck. "Relax."

Tom blushed and lay quietly on Harry's shoulder.After a long while, Harry suddenly heard Tom mumbling in his ear: "I'm not afraid."

Harry froze for a moment, but couldn't help laughing.This awkward kid reminded him of Snape for no reason. Could it be that all Slytherins are such duplicity guys?Harry recalled Snape's whispers before he died, and suddenly felt that the mud of the swamp seemed to seep through the thick soles of his boots, radiating damp cold from the cracks in his bones, as if freezing himself from the inside out .

"Harry." Tom's voice came from far away, Harry shivered, and his thoughts returned to his eyes.The surroundings were a bit too quiet, and the disturbing smell that permeated the air along with the mist was getting stronger and stronger.Harry stopped and listened intently, he was sure there was something nearby.

"Come down, Tom," Harry said softly, squatting down and putting Tom on the ground, holding Tom with one hand, taking out his wand with the other, and taking a step forward.

"Are we there?" Tom asked nervously.He saw Harry take out the dark brown wooden stick that he kept under his pillow when he slept, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"Hush," Harry ordered, and flattening his wand in his palm, "show me the way."

The tip of the staff points to the front right.Harry gripped his wand again and cast an Armor Charm on himself and Tom.

Tom gripped Harry's large hand tightly, and the questions in his head exploded like popcorn.Harry looked completely different than usual, holding the stick as if he were holding a sword, as if he was from another world.Tom had always wondered why Harry carried that long stick with him everywhere, but never let himself touch it, and never answered Tom's questions about it.Harry looked nervous, more nervous than when he asked where his mother was.

The stench of animals and plants rotting in the water became more and more obvious. Harry waved his wand vigorously to dissipate the thick fog surrounding the two of them, and found a moss-covered rock lying on a rock not far away. The Norwegian Ridgeback, with its prickly wings folded, has huge horny bumps on its head, and a black jade-colored ridge protrudes on its back, blinking its orange-red eyes condescendingly, looking curiously at a There are two wizards, one big and one small.

Tom could hardly move. He had only seen this thing in the illustrated book. "Harry, is this a dragon?"

"Yes." Harry lowered his voice, "It's a Norwegian Ridgeback."

The dragon was clearly underage, about the height of a man, but it was tough enough for Harry with Tom.Harry pulled Tom behind him, and Tom stuck his head out to watch the Norwegian Ridgeback still curiously.

Harry wasn't sure what spell to use against the dragon, he wasn't sure how effective a Stunning Spell alone would be on a juvenile baby dragon.Harry tensed his nerves, pointed his wand nervously at the enlarged version of Norberta, and stepped back carefully.He didn't have much experience confronting fire dragons. The first time he rode an unborn Firebolt to snatch a golden egg from a Hungarian tree peak, and the second time he rode an old and dim-eyed dragon from Gringotts. escape.

Xiaolong dilated his nostrils, smelled the smell of strangers, and became irritable.It spread its wings like a black umbrella, opened its mouth wide and spewed out a flame towards the two people who were cautious.

Harry held Tom in time to avoid the flames, and the two of them fell on the soft muddy ground, and Harry's windbreaker was stained with mud.Only then did Tom start to feel frightened, his dark eyes opened wide, and his little face instantly turned pale.

"Run, Tom!" Harry yelled, grabbing Tom by the collar and standing up, giving him a push.Tom was staggered by Harry's push, and tremblingly watched as Harry turned quickly and muttered something to the dragon. A beam of red light shot towards the dragon from the stick in his hand.

The little dragon was shaken a few steps by Harry's Stunning Charm, but he didn't pass out.Enraged by Harry's spell, the aggressive creature spread its wings fully, baring its teeth as fine and sharp as awls, and rushed towards Harry.Harry stepped back quickly, but tripped over Tom, who was still standing there, and both of them fell to the ground.

"How do you—" Harry felt the dragon's hot, foul breath on the back of his neck, and immediately threw Tom five meters away with his wand.The dragon flew close to Harry's scalp, circling in the air and then pounced back.Harry got up quickly and shot a spell at it.The spell hit the dragon on the head, and the dragon whined and veered off course, but still spewed out long flames that nearly burned Harry's hair.

"Harry! Harry!" Tom, who had already gotten up from the ground, stumbled towards Harry.For the first time, Harry had a headache finding out that this haunting brat was really annoying.But the dragon flew back, and Harry had to pick up the kid who had already run to him, and ran quickly to the rock where the fire dragon stayed just now.

"Obstacles! All petrified! Crushed to pieces!" Harry hurled spells at the dragon indiscriminately as he ran.Fortunately, the dragon was not very old, and Harry's spell still had some effect.Harry and Tom finally ducked into a crevice behind a rock after the whelp uttered another piercing cry.

"Stay here and don't move, understand?" Harry whispered to Tom, then poked his head out to observe the dragon's position.

It seemed that a certain spell hit the young dragon's eyes just now. The dragon wailed mournfully and spewed out flames furiously, burning black scorched marks on the ground.Harry stooped across to the dragon, raising his wand to cast a powerful spell on it.

"Stop it, you idiot!" An angry voice pierced through the fog and exploded in Harry's ear, and then a tall figure appeared in front of Harry, "God, look at what you've done What! You wounded its eye!"