Bride of the HP Dragon

When you see a dungeon, you see the whole cell, Tonks assessed his situation.

First of all, it's dark and damp, with water dripping down the cracks in the cold stone walls, the small crooked window iron bars under the ceiling are rusted, the noise annoyed by the large number of decayed wooden doors, and Those eccentric dungeon wardens.

The guard's name wasn't "Igor" or something clichéd.In fact, his name was Bob, and he was a little disappointingly ordinary.

Judging by the morning sun streaming in through the small window, Tonks guessed that he had only been unconscious for about six hours.In the short time she's been awake, she's already come to the conclusion that Bob might just be a would-be Death Eater, since he doesn't seem bright and experienced while working on set.

Considering her current situation, he doesn't answer any of her questions, even if it's sarcasm for strategic purposes.

"You're a pretty girl." Bob pushed a wooden bowl of broth through the hole at the bottom of the cell door.

She suspected that Bob had stripped her of her Oro uniform and changed her into the drab clothes she was wearing now.Now that the plan had progressed, her captors were clearly eager to see her through a full prison life at once.

"Thank you." Tonks picked up the bowl, and before Bob had a chance to leave, she pushed the bowl through the second hole above the cell door and poured the entire bowl of cold broth onto Bob's bald head. superior.Too bad the food wasn't piping hot.

"You bitch! You're waiting for me to fix you!" Bob's reaction was exactly what Tonks thought.

Tonks waited a few seconds, she even tapped the floor with her foot.There was a messy noise from the other side of the door, accompanied by vague curses and footsteps.Tonks counted eight footsteps, and then Bob probably reached the exit of the dungeon and left through another door.

Eight steps is not too far from freedom, she jotted down the message.

"Who got me? Where's Bligh?" she asked again, trying to know if anyone like Bob was around. "He'd better be alive!"

Tonks kicked the cell door in frustration, apparently she was really the only one left.Her foot twitched with pain, but the pain eased some of her tension.She was going to try to catch the passing Hogwarts student who helped the fake Draco knock her out.

She is not afraid.

At least not now.

At a basic level, Bludgers are magical objects filled with feathers, sand, and cotton that are then cast to target Quidditch players.

Bludgers are like other items that assist the Snitch, constantly helping it not get caught.This is a low-end mechanical magic, so it is well known that this kind of spell is likely to break after a period of time.That's why Mrs Hooch insists on at least one maintenance of the school's Quidditch facilities every year for the safety of her players.

Because of the lack of control, the Bludgers will flatten anything that moves on the court.In years past, it was not uncommon to find a few battered rodents or sometimes a listless bird buried in the sand.So it's not surprising to find Hagrid on the field after Bludger maintenance, collecting dead animal carcasses to feed his pets.

On that particular morning, a small group of students had gathered in one corner of the pitch to watch a spectacular performance by Dondice Dodds, a fourth-year Slytherin struggling to keep his head from being mashed into a pulp.

Draco emerged from the castle and rushed to the first Slytherin he recognized.Edward Knox, sixth grader, best buyer of Draco's old workbooks.

"tell me."

Knox was incredibly relaxed at the sight of Draco: "Some early Ravenclaws were the first to spot him. Weasley and Parkinson were on patrol this morning, and Parkinson has gone to Mrs. Hooch ...Weasley was trying to blast the Bludgers that got too close, but his aim was terrible. I tried stopping them with spell stops, and that didn't work. Basically, we didn't know how to make the They stop," he finished.

Draco and Knox watched as Dodds threw himself to the ground, narrowly avoiding an attack that would shatter his spine.

"Did someone really stop him?"

"Another one!" Knox yelled, and then he turned his attention to Draco: "Of course we asked him to stop, but he ignored us. Besides, he's already a third of the way down the line, So we figured maybe he might actually be able to achieve his goal..."

Another Bludger smacked Dodds' ear, and the crowd held their breath, several young girls even blindfolded.Knox's reasoning about Dodds' chances of success is not unreasonable. Bludger lines have been stupid for years, but they've been stupid for six or seven years anyway.

Small in stature and short-legged, Dodds didn't look like he could last long without help.

Knox glanced at the stands: "Weasley is coming."

Ron was running towards them, looking like an angry, accusing, steaming lobster.He didn't stop until he was face to face with Draco.

"You should be smarter, you sadistic reptile."

For a moment, Draco thought that Granger must have told Weasley what had happened in the prefect's bathroom.But then the Gryffindor prefect shoved a piece of paper against Draco's chest.

"I know you Slytherins have some disgusting little rules and rubbish rituals, but this is so wrong."

Knox looked over Draco's shoulder, and the two Slytherins saw the note:

Prove your worth on the pitch.this morning.

From one end to the other.Don't stop and don't look back.I will watch you.

Malfoy.

A storm was brewing in Draco's eyes, and he looked up at Ron: "Where did you get that?" he asked softly.

The quality in his voice turned Ron from frenzy to suspicion, and then started to panic: "It's in the stands, next to the boy's schoolbag." Ron rubbed his nose, "Are you going to tell me this?" You didn't write it, did you?"

Knox answered the question: "Whoa, I think someone wants to blame you, Malfoy."

"Indeed." Draco agreed, pocketing the evidence.They were joined by another student, Ernie MacMillan, who had the same Hufflepuff status as Pansy Parkinson, which meant he was a gossip.

"Where the hell is Mrs. Hooch? Parkinson's been gone for ten minutes. Should I go to Professor Snape?" Ernie asked.

"Poor tadpole, death at the hands of Snape is worse than death at the hands of Bludgers," Knox muttered.

"Been looking for Snape for too long," Ron told them. "He's, uh, busy."

Draco raised an eyebrow: "How do you know he's busy?"

"He's with Harry."

"What?" Knox and Draco said in unison.

Ron blushed even more. "Harry told me he had an appointment with Snape this morning, to talk about some ongoing projects... results, that's all."

"Great," Draco sighed. "I was about to ask Saint Potter where he was. It's his job."

"Um, guys," Ernie interrupted abruptly, "I don't mean to interrupt, but I don't think the boy survived five minutes."

The Bludgers in question now surround Dodds like a flock of giant, ugly vultures.Occasionally one would leave the line and charge menacingly at the huddled Slytherins.

Draco turned his arms, and quickly turned to the sky with a puzzled but clear expression: "I'll take care of it."

With a wand in hand, Draco strutted to the center of the court under the gaze of everyone, his heart was as deep as his eyes.The Bludger can be seen bouncing at another moving target in the field.

"If you die, can I have all your seventh year Charms homework?" Knox yelled, getting glared at by Ron.

Ten paces from the edge of the field, Draco stopped and raised his hands to shade his eyes from the harsh morning sun.He squinted at the boy on the field and counted to five.

"Tadpole! You greasy, disgusting, slimy sperm waster! You either come back right now or I'll rip your cock off and send it to your mother!"

Dodds, who was running to avoid a Bludger that seemed to be in hot pursuit, made a fairly nimble jump in the air, landed hard on the ground and rolled to one side.The Bludger smacked hard into the sand where Dodds had been standing, sending up a small puff of smoke.He faltered and panted, and the boy was still in pajamas for Merlin's sake.

"You're crazy, Malfoy!" Dodds yelled back. "You made me do this!"

"Use your brains you stupid piece of shit! Why should I sign my name?"

The boy eventually started to panic and Draco had to hand him the note, he wasn't dead stupid, though lacking in IQ.

"You mean you didn't write me a note?"

"No, I neither wrote nor sent it! Do you have to call all the elves in the castle to testify before you can understand!" Draco yelled.

"AH!!!" Dodds screamed suddenly as he stumbled onto a bump in the dirt and even from where Draco was standing he could see the boy badly sprained his ankle .

"Granger, I hope you're watching." Draco said easily, and then suddenly ran towards Dodds, who was lying on the ground and crying.

Four Bludgers immediately broke out of line and flew towards him, and Draco dodged, swerved, stopped abruptly, and continued running.It's like an obstacle course in hell.Six years of Seeker training has helped a lot, although dodging Bludgers on the ground requires more dexterity than maneuvering in the air.

He approached Dodds in time to grab the boy by the collar and drag him away before he was knocked out.

"Stay there!" shouted Ron, who was leading a group of older students on the sidelines who were doing their best to interfere with the Bludgers.

"Can you go?" Draco asked, grinding his teeth, wrapping his arms around Dodds' waist and pulling him up.

The fat boy is damn heavy, Draco protested with his injured shoulder: "Try walking, you idiot. If I cast a Levitation Charm, you'll be a floating target. I can't carry you and attack at the same time." Bludger!"

"I'll try..." Panting, the tadpole put more weight on his injured ankle.

They advanced to within five meters of Ron and the others, Ron's freckled face beaming with relief.

"Hurry up, you're almost done!"

Yes, almost there, not yet.

Had it not been for Dodds stumbling again, they would have been perfect.

Sad about the fact that they couldn't Apparate on school grounds, Draco dragged the boy up again, but a Bludger hit Draco behind his knee.Both Slytherins fell and Draco's wand flew away.The Bludger hit the ground within two inches of Draco's head, leaving a dent in the ground the size of a pumpkin.

"Hold your head!" Draco ordered, and Dodds was too scared to hear, crawling on all fours in the direction of Ron and the others.

The second Bludger is climbing and then reaches the apex.It started flying towards the ground at high speed, apparently heading straight for the fourth-year Slytherin.Curses flew over their heads, and Draco noticed in a daze that Mrs. Hooch and Professor Flitwick had arrived.A few Bludgers had stopped harmlessly in midair, but not the one that flew towards Dodds.

Draco brushed his hair away from his eyes, spat sand and grass clippings out of his mouth, his wand was far away, and for that brief split second, he was going to rush madly.

Draco thought that people who said it was dangerous to go to a Muggle school should really come to Hogwarts for a week.

Before he could stop to think about the wisdom of his decision (or lack thereof), he sprang to his feet at Dodds, throwing himself at the boy to shield him.

The tadpole had spilled breakfast on him before.

Draco was slow to realize that the cereal that had been spilled on him was obviously the breakfast that day.

The Head Boys and Girls of Hogwarts were sitting in Professor McGonagall's office, digesting the news of the attack on the campus the night before, when two Oros were missing.

Currently, Dumbledore is at the Ministry of Magic in talks with Arthur Weasley and his advisors, and the trustees have only been informed of the situation.

One of the missing Oro is Nymphado La Tonks.

As a direct result, the official seventh-year graduation ceremony scheduled for next Wednesday will be cancelled, for the second time in Hogwarts' more than nine centuries of history.Graduates will receive their exam pass certificates via Owl and notifications have been sent to parents to prepare them for those children who wish to return home early.

Professor McGonagall noticed Hermione's sharp panting and sudden pallor at the bad news, and the Head Girl grabbed the arm of her chair with her bony fingers.

"We will reopen the campus, Miss Granger, as a temporary precaution," the head of Gryffindor assured: "After all, this is not the first time Hogwarts has faced closure, and we will live to tell the story .”

"Hermione?" Blaise leaned toward her, frowning at her ragged breathing, and he waved at her, but she didn't seem to respond.She was blinking rapidly, but she couldn't see anything: "Well, Professor, I think she is not well."

Professor McGonagall walked around the desk: "Miss Granger, are you all right?"

She was not well, she was dizzy, her chest tightness was short of breath, and she heard strange bells ringing in her ears.Something happened to Draco...

They would have asked more questions if the door to Professor McGonagall's office hadn't been opened by Ron, the front of his school shirt soaked in blood, his eyes wide and frantic.

"Professor..." He was out of breath. "Please... hurry up! I think Draco Malfoy was killed just now!"