The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 291 Happy New Year...probably

After passing through a large cloud, the simulated scales of the fire dragon model were filled with water vapor and turned into ice due to the cold. The sunlight was coldly reflected around them - ranging from brilliant and beautiful to unbearably bright - In addition, the ice also adds a rough grinding sound to each movement of the model. Its tail, which controls steering, creaked more dangerously, and an ominous groan came from the connection between its wings and body. Charlie shouted a warning to them to be ready to jump at any moment.

"But there is a city below!" Anthony shouted, "We can't just jump down!"

"Why not?" Charlie asked, "Since it is going to explode or fall apart, we will definitely jump down, actively or passively!"

"Because - because of gravity or the secrecy law?" Anthony said, "We will know the consequences of one of them!"

However, despite the dragon's screeching noises, the model was still crunching and flapping its wings until they finished eating two packages of bread and passing around a bag of ice-cold juice on the dragon's back.

Finally, when the sun shone golden in front of them, Charlie let the dragon fly lower. All three of them saw the island of Great Britain emerging from a gray-blue sea, surrounded by gentle waves. The ice on the dragon's body had long since melted, but the unsettling friction sounds had not diminished, and had even become louder.

After crossing the water, the familiar British scenery spread out beneath them. The fire dragon's wings flapped powerfully and creakingly, and the wind whistled by their ears.

"I can visit the Ordinary Welsh Green Dragon Research Base later." Charlie said, "At least they won't mind letting me put the model there. Oh my god, I can't believe we actually flew to the UK."

Hagrid said, "Really? Where? I didn't know we had a dragon sanctuary too."

"No, not a protected area." Charlie corrected, "Research base, uh, so-called research base. You know, Hagrid, green dragons and humans get along quite harmoniously, so we usually don't need to isolate them specially. Come. I went to the research base once. At that time, there was only a small gray house, three offices, and five people-three office directors and two deputy directors. They were responsible for dealing with people like memory cancelers, by the way. Provide directions and accommodation for those who collect a little dragon scales and dragon dung... They told me that occasionally people can find dragon claws, dragon teeth, dragon blood or fire dragon meat."

"Oh." Hagrid sounded disappointed.

Anthony asked: "So where do all the Welsh green dragons live? England?"

Charlie said in surprise: "As its name says, it's in Wales. There are also black dragons in the Hebridean Islands in the UK. We have many dragons, but we usually keep a polite and restrained distance from them."

They plunged suddenly into another cloud. Both Wales and the Hebridean Islands disappeared from sight, leaving only white clouds and wooden Romanian longhorned wings around them.

"Are there many dragons in Britain?" said Anthony. "Well, I might need to tell one of my pen pals about this..."

…

The sun was sinking lower and lower. They flew all the way to the west, almost as if they were chasing it. The clouds changed colors around them, from snowy white to gold, then pink and lavender.

After Charlie put on a woolen hat, he let the fire dragon fly lower.

Hagrid started muttering something about sitting too long and having a flat bottom, shifting restlessly in the saddle. The golden light of the setting sun rimmed his clothes with gold, and his hair and beard were as bright as if they were on fire. The same goes for Charlie's red hair. The golden horn on the long-horned dragon's head shone brightly, making it dazzling as if there was another sun there.

"We should be arriving soon." Charlie said loudly amidst the creaking of the model. It was unclear whether he was trying to comfort Hagrid. "Even if we haven't arrived, this Fire Dragon should fall apart!"

But the fire dragon didn't. It allowed all the parts of its body to moan while stubbornly flying along the path planned by magic.

The sky is getting darker. They flew over the village, the windows lighting up one after another. The street lights also turned on. Viewed from the air, streets and highways turn into rivers of light, through which cars with their headlights turned on flow.

"What is that?" Charlie asked warily, leaning his neck and looking down, "That doesn't look right."

"What?" Anthony asked, looking down. All he could see was the steady glow of an electric lamp.

Charlie said, "Something's coming toward us—"

Bang!

For a moment, Anthony thought the fire dragon had finally exploded. But they still flew smoothly. The orange firelight slowly dissipated beneath them. Phew—bang! Another cluster of green stars exploded not far away.

"It's fireworks!" Anthony shouted, "It's New Year's Eve!"

Bang! Silver fireworks bloomed before his eyes. After the brilliant light, countless small golden fireworks scattered still exploded and fell like waterfalls. A full and beautiful red spherical firework lit up further away. It gradually turned purple as it spread out, and then disappeared.

"Oh, that's right!" said Charlie.

They flew up some and hid in the clouds again. The clouds and mist beside them flickered with various colors from time to time due to fireworks, as if they were walking through a colorful thunderstorm. As he flew from one cloud to another, Anthony could see the fireworks rising in the town below him.

When they threw down the fireworks and passed through the calm swamps and wilderness, the silver moonlight looked so bright, quietly outlining the shadows of trees and hills in the darkness for them. Hagrid sat in front of Anthony and dozed off, nodding his head.

They flew for a while, and suddenly Charlie shouted: "Look! Hogwarts!"

Hagrid raised his head suddenly: "Where?"

"Right there!" said Charlie. "By the lake!"

Anthony looked in the direction he pointed and recognized the familiar spiers and towers of the castle. The castle had fallen into a deep sleep, with only scattered lights coming from a few windows.

"We need to bypass Hogsmeade." Charlie said, "There are too many wizards there, and you might think that there is really a fire dragon invasion. Let me think about it... let's go around behind the mountain. I can do it in Astronomy Stop at the tower, you guys get off the dragon's back there, and then I ride it back and continue testing the flying distance. How does that sound? This way, there won't be any dragon footprints left on the ground at Hogwarts."

Anthony asked with some worry: "Do you want to take a rest at Hogwarts? It's been a day of flying."

"It doesn't matter, it's nothing to me." Charlie said energetically, "No other opinions? Great. Come on, northwest, Astronomy Tower!"

He waved his wand and controlled the fire dragon to turn around, bypassing the black lake and flying towards the astronomy tower.

To everyone's surprise, there was a man standing on the astronomy tower. It was too late to turn around at this time.

"Attention, don't be afraid!" Charlie shouted, "Don't worry! It's not a fire dragon attack!"

The figures on the astronomy tower moved, neither leaving nor screaming. Anthony poked his head out worriedly, not expecting that there would be students on the astronomy tower at this time. He hoped their strange way of returning to school didn't scare each other.

Charlie waved his wand vigorously, and a golden, huge pattern rose from their heads: "It's not a fire dragon attack...wait, Ron?"

"Charlie?" the man asked, "Why are you here?"

That's really Ron. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and finally had the energy to look up at the pattern that Charlie had put out. He identified it for a while, and suddenly realized that it was a golden thumb.

Charlie untied the rope neatly, walked along the fire dragon's neck to the dragon's head near the astronomy tower, held the horns beside him, and gently moved them up and down to the rhythm of the model's flapping wings.

"I could ask you the same question, Ron," he said. "What time is it now? I bet it's past curfew." He looked down, let go, and jumped off the fire hose. , fell onto the astronomy tower.

Charlie stretched and grinned at Ron: "But happy New Year."

Ron said: "You didn't answer me! Why are you riding a dragon-" He glanced at the fire dragon model again, "Oh, Hagrid!"

"Good evening, Ron!" Hagrid sat on his seat and waved happily to him.

"Good evening." Ron said doubtfully, "Is it my imagination? This dragon is making strange noises. Maybe I should go back to sleep."

Anthony heard a familiar voice: "Maybe you are sleeping." He looked over and saw the Weasley twins appeared at the stairs of the Astronomy Tower, followed by a yawning Ginny.

Fred or George said, "Maybe you're talking in your sleep, snoring, drooling, or grinding your teeth."

"I would never do that!" said Ron.

"You can't tell."

"How do you know what you're going to do when you're asleep?"

"Seriously, we often hear noises coming from your room in the middle of the night—"

Ron said angrily: "That's the ghoul. He keeps knocking on the pipes -"

"Good evening, Fred and George." Charlie said happily, "Oh, Ginny."

He bent slightly and spread his arms. Ginny jogged over and gave him a hug. Charlie picked her up and pretended to put her on the head of the fire dragon, making her laugh.

"To be honest, I didn't expect to see you." Charlie said, placing Ginny back on the observatory ground. "I bet you weren't here to welcome me, were you?"

"Yes, we are here to welcome Hagrid." Fred or George said. Hagrid was lowering his head and carefully studying how to untie the rope.

The other Weasley twin said very dramatically: "Hagrid, you have no idea how much we miss you -"

Hagrid sounded a little surprised, but more moved: "Oh, you are so kind!"

"Okay, don't be awkward because I only hugged Ginny." Charlie said, forcefully pulling the two of them into his arms, hugging them hard, and then quickly letting go, "Go away now. , tall guys. Ron?"

"I'm tall too," Ron muttered.

Charlie hugged him. Ron only reached his shoulders.

"Tall for a second grader," Charlie said. "Happy New Year, Ron. You don't know how surprised I was when I saw you."

Ron seemed a little embarrassed, but quite happy.

"Come down, Hagrid, Henry." Charlie turned around and greeted.

Hagrid said: "I can't untie these ropes!"

Anthony said, "Wait, Hagrid, let me try." He untied the rope easily, but standing up on such a bumpy dragon's back was a tricky thing.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Charlie said, "Here. Okay, it should be fine now."

The frequency of the fire dragon's wings beating decreased, and the harsh squeaking became slower and softer, and finally disappeared completely. It hardly bobbed anymore, but rocked gently like a ship in a harbor.

"The biggest advantage of wood is that it is a very good magic material." Charlie said, "Is it better?"

"Much better," Anthony said, carefully walking over to Hagrid and untying the metal buckle and knot for him.

"Thank you so much, Henry." Hagrid said, and stood up from the saddle. "Ouch, my waist..." He also began to slowly walk up the horned dragon's neck to the dragon's head.

"George, did I hear Professor Anthony's voice?" Fred said.

George said, "This must be Ron's dream. Only he would be stupid enough to dream about the professor."

"Agreed," Fred said.

Ron said dissatisfied: "If this is my dream, I will press you both into the bricks! Do you want to tell me why you called me out of the dormitory so late?"

Ginny complained, "And me."

"You entered the girls' dormitory?" Charlie asked suspiciously.

"No." Ginny yawned again, "They had a persistent owl deliver a letter to me. He kept knocking on our window and woke Alexandra up."

"Believe me, it's worth it," Fred said. "We'll have a wonderful New Year's Eve to show you soon—"

"-Then tell me what those fireworks are for." A stern voice said, "I can't believe it! Night tour, and there are so many people! One, two, three, four, five! Well done, Five Gryffindors - huh? Charlie Weasley? What are you doing here?! And you, Hagrid - that's - that can't be - "

"That's right, Romanian Longhorned Dragon." Hagrid said proudly, standing on the dragon's head.

"Hagrid——"

"Good evening, Minerva," said Antony, still clutching the dragon's scales carefully. "It's so nice to see you. Happy New Year."

Professor McGonagall paused.

"Henry? Is that you?" Her calm voice contained terrifying anger, "Great. I believe you can tell me why it looks like a XXXXX-level magical animal."