Bride of the HP Dragon

When Draco opened his eyes, he saw three things.

The first was that he was wearing blue and white striped pajamas, which probably meant he was at St. Mungo's.

Two, he was miraculously pain-free, which is no small feat after two weeks of injuries, accidents, and several near-death experiences.

The last and third, Albus Dumbledore, wearing a magenta wizard robe embroidered with gold, is sitting on the bed sucking a long stick of red licorice.It seemed to be around three o'clock in the afternoon, because the far window in the room was flooded with deep amber sunlight, and the room smelled of lemons and disinfectant.

"Headmaster," Draco greeted him, sounding better than it really was, considering his throat seemed to have been filled with the pus of a Babo tuber.

Dumbledore took the candy from his mouth and looked straight at him with dark blue eyes almost hidden by wrinkles.

"Welcome back, I hope you don't mind me taking your gift of recovery." The principal tilted his head to the right.

Looking from under his long bangs, Draco saw that the small nightstand was almost overwhelmed with brightly colored candy boxes and other nicely packaged treats.

He blinked at the unfamiliar stuff, the only candy he ever received was usually from his mother, and it was the kind of expensive dark chocolate that could only be eaten in small pieces, not stuffed into his mouth that candy.

Pencey usually brings nothing but gossip, Millicent is the cashmere-scarf-wearing gift-giver, and Goyle probably sees the gift-giving as an open questioning of his masculinity.

"I'm at St. Mungo's?"

"Yes." Dumbledore replied.

Draco swallowed to allow himself to ask, then sat up against the headboard and stared down at his own body in the blue and white hospital gown.

"That would explain why I'm wearing this outfit."

Dumbledore laughed again: "It hasn't changed since the last time I was in the hospital, which was a long time ago."

"Is she alright?" Draco asked, without fear in his voice.

There was no doubt that if Hermione were dead, the Headmaster of Hogwarts would not have eaten up the candy in front of him.

"Miss Granger is fine, but you already know that."

Draco said nothing, letting himself relax as he looked around the room, noticing an old man on the opposite bed snoring loudly.It is believed that St. Mungo did not bother to give him a private hospital room, although in the good old days his father had donated a large sum to the hospital.

But that sort of thing really doesn't matter, Draco thought.It's not a big deal if your whole world turns upside down overnight.He thinks privileges can spell trouble, especially since they've all changed.

The top priority is to clean the portal first.

"And what about Blaise?"

Dumbledore's smile faded: "Mr. Zabini is in the custody of the Ministry of Magic, along with ten others who were caught two nights ago."

"Two nights!" Draco said angrily, "I slept for so long?"

"You technically woke up last night when the doctor was repositioning your shoulder, but given the amount of sleeping pills they put you on, maybe you don't remember?"

The old man was right, Draco couldn't remember, but his shoulder felt good, and no matter what they'd done, the lost memory was worth it.

Although he was generally happy now, something in Dumbledore's attitude meant that not everything was 100% his way.

"Is everyone back safe?" Draco asked cautiously.

"Miss Parkinson and her parents are being interviewed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Potter and Mr. Weasley are being taught a lesson by a furious Molly Weasley. Nymphadora Tonks is staying in the hospital overnight for observation, Discharged yesterday morning. For Alastor Moody's team there were scrapes, bruises and a young Oro was being cared for with a headache but all are thankfully fine."

But one person is missing from the narrative, even though that person was not involved in the rescue operation.

"Where's Professor Snape?"

"Azkaban," said Dumbledore, without anger, only with cold resignation.

Silver eyes meet blue eyes: "What! Why?"

"Because he let your father go, Draco, and given the circumstances, the Ministry is neither in the mood for magnanimity nor...flexibility."

"He's here to save me! And Hermione! Not to mention Tonks. None of us would have gotten out of there alive if it wasn't for my father!"

Draco's outburst startled the snoring man on the opposite bed, and the snoring became short.Both Dumbledore and Draco watched distraughtly as the man pulled up the blanket, muttered something, and rolled over to sleep.

Dumbledore's voice softened when he replied: "I don't completely disagree with this approach. Severus did what he had to do under the circumstances and won the bet, unfortunately not him. He thought Appropriate, but Lucius Malfoy is not Professor Snape's last resort. Even if I insist, the Ministry's decision will not be swayed."

"I think that's what we Malfoys have been using you for these days, tools or weapons," Draco said bitterly.

Dumbledore seemed shocked by the new hostility: "Draco, do you really think you're my tool?"

Draco's eyes narrowed: "A spy is a tool, isn't it?" Draco was feeling cranky, he hated being cranky, and he knew the spying mission wasn't Dumbledore's idea.

But as always, Dumbledore was quick to grab the new entry point, even if Draco didn't realize it.

"But it's a powerful motivation, right?" the principal asked, making it impossible to hide.

"What is..." Draco whispered, he wanted to be alone now, he wanted Dumbledore to go away, so he could try to get out of the room on trembling legs and sneak a last look at...

"Love?" Dumbledore revealed the answer.

Draco found it reassuring that there was enough blood left to blush: "So you know FidaMia?"

"Oh yes, when Miss Granger was clearly in danger, Professor Snape was well prepared, and so was Mr. Potter."

For psychological disorders, love is the drive that is responsible for all the idiotic behavior in the world.Goyle runs off to join the Death Eaters, Pansy becomes a mean woman who nearly kills the man he once saved, and Blaise becomes a total psycho...

"Where will the Portkey that Blaise uses take people?" Draco asked.

"Black Lake," Dumbledore replied.

"Brace sent us back to Hogwarts?" Draco's eyes widened.

"Mr. Zabini doesn't know where the Portkeys will take you, and I suspect it's Voldemort's ironic little secret that makes the Portkey's enforcement mechanism so close to Hogwarts. Portkeys, you know, can only execute certain distance, and not many magical beings in the Great Lakes can hide such a device at that depth. The merfolk are helping to dismantle that thing as we speak, although I should point out that you did most of the work for us."

Draco remembered the dead wizard in the cage: "There's a man in the cage, and he's holding my father's wand, the one the Ministry of Magic has marked the spell on."

Dumbledore nodded: "This wand is why we found you in time, you fired a Dark Mark." He said dryly: "They evacuated the whole of Hogsmeade in 10 minutes, Arthur Weasley told me it was a record."

"That Dark Mark saved us."

"No, Draco. You saved yourself, and of course Miss Granger. The man in the cage is Moody's missing Oro, Donald Bly. According to Tonks, Bly was just being Just confiscated your father's stolen wand from Mr Zabini before the Portkey was sent to his death."

"The night Tonks was kidnapped," Draco speculated.

"Young Nymphadora was very good at being in the wrong place at the right time." Dumbledore said decisively.

Draco guessed there was only one thing left to ask, which seemed odd, and a little suspicious if not asked: "Where's Goyle?" he added, trying to sound like he was asking the question naturally.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Dumbledore asked carefully.

Draco was instantly pissed off, damn smart old man.

Dumbledore stood up from the bed and patted Draco on the shoulder: "Rest now, the doctor told me that the treatment they gave you will gradually lose effect in about two hours. During this period, you rest in bed, and after that You have no shortage of visitors."

visitor?

"Sir?" Draco hated himself for sounding so green.

Dumbledore stopped at the door.

The gold embroidery on his expensive robes seemed to flicker in the dim light in front of the door: "Hmm, Draco?"

"I don't want to see her, can you make sure... no one visits?"

The old wizard looked sad, but not surprised at all: "As you wish."

Note from Mr. Rizzle at the end of the article:

I can tell you in this depressing note that I have a burning urge to finish this story.There are 13 more chapters to follow, which I plan to announce as sequels, but I find it difficult to stand alone as stories.This is the climax of Bride of the Dragon, so it had to be published as part of the original story.All I need to do is to publish an additional 13 chapters, making the whole article reach 61 chapters, thank you very much for catching up to now.

The author has something to say:

Compared with Gryffindor's outward love, whether it is Draco, Lucius or the male god Professor Snape, the deep and introverted love is more touching, although the end may be Azkaban~

This chapter might as well be the open ending originally considered by Mr. Rizzle. The next 13 chapters are relatively independent, just for a happy ending.