Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 388 Hephaestus
The passing wind leaves traces, and the passing geese leave a sound.

This is especially true of the wizard's name.

The names of some powerful wizards may even be suddenly 'remembered' - when the names are no longer recorded in history.

The same was true for Harry. When Ryan absorbed and studied part of the power in his body and even installed surveillance cameras on him, he replicated some of Ryan's characteristics.

Ryan's magic power is a unique magic power that is honed by "thinking" and contains countless information.

With this magic, no one can take away Ryan's memory.

This is a magic forged from Lane’s belief that the self is built upon all of a person’s experiences.

Conversely, Ryan can easily add information to a person's mind.

The same is true of Grindelwald's precognitive dreams.

And Harry had just glimpsed that name directly through his own wizard.

Of course this was with Ryan's permission. When Hagrid was in a trance, he gave him a push.

So, when that great name sounded again, the Forbidden Forest came alive.

Under the astonished gaze of Harry and the others, Hagrid's body moved without wind, and his messy hair fluttered wildly in all directions.

Alaspad in the corner climbed down from the spider web on the wall and prostrated himself.

From an angle that Harry and the others could not see, in the Forbidden Forest, there were Acromantulas, Unicorns, Nifflers, Bowtruckles, Phalarope, fairies, goblins, Thestrals, and even the most arrogant Centaurs who would rather degrade themselves to beasts than share their human identity with hags, vampires and other creatures, all of them bowed their heads one by one under the inexplicable force.

It was a force that was like that of a kind father, majestic, and peaceful.

And now, this power surged in Hagrid.

Hagrid opened his eyes, but he still felt that he had a layer of 'eyelids'.

After a brief moment of confusion, he 'opened' his eyes.

Everything in the forbidden forest, the appearance of the magical creatures saluting in various postures at this moment, and the innate sense of dominance gradually awakened in his heart.

Boom!
Hagrid closed his eyes in panic and the link was broken.

The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest shook their heads, while those without heads stretched their limbs and returned to their original appearance.

However, in their chaotic hearts, there was a hint of clarity.

"I just--" Hagrid looked at his hands, which contained a power that controlled everything.

He had an illusion that if he wanted, he could even give the clouds in the sky a brief life and then bring them under his control.

Even the enemy's magic!

"I must be crazy." Hagrid couldn't help shaking his head.

"Hagrid, have you heard of titles such as the King of the Forbidden Forest, the Controller of Giant Creatures, the Mentor of the Mirkwood, and the Lord of Dragons?" Harry was the first to come back to his senses, and that string of titles was inexplicably engraved in his heart.

"No, but it's familiar." Hagrid stretched out his hand tentatively towards the fire in the fireplace.

"Hello! My master." The fire jumped, outlining the outlines of eyes and mouth in the center.

"It's alive!" Ron, the second person to come to his senses, woke up and saw this scene, and stepped back in fright.

"Harry, what did you just see?" Draco connected everything sharply.

"I saw it," Harry recounted the vision.

"That was at least a thousand years ago!"

"The dragon you just described is obviously an ancient species."

"It's called Pluto Dragon. Its name comes from the fact that no wizard can survive its clutches." "Its information is known only to those lucky people who happen to encounter it dozing off."

"Red scales, golden mane around the neck, and black-gold eyes. Yes, it's the Pluto Dragon."

"If only I could see what it looks like, as you do, Harry," said Hagrid sourly, with a hint of jealousy in his longing.

"That may be the title of your ancestors."

"No wonder I became friends with you so naturally." Draco made a face.

He made a joke about his previous backward idea of ​​judging people only by their bloodline.

"Definitely is."

"Harry's dreams are never wrong!"

"Harry, you must choose Divination when you choose your courses next year." Ron nodded proudly.

It was as if he himself was the one who possessed that miraculous ability.

"Divination?"

"That Trelawney guy is an old liar - these are Professor McGonagall's exact words." Hagrid said after careful consideration.

"It's understandable that Professor McGonagall doesn't believe this. After all, she looks like..." Ron didn't say the last three words aloud, but his lip shape clearly said "old-fashioned".

"Indeed, Harry's talent is so amazing that if we were not his friend and his predictions had not been verified in our eyes, we would probably think that Harry was just an old liar," Draco added.

"Then I'll take Divination class next year?" Harry's face was full of longing.

In his mind, after taking the divination class, he has mastered the ability of prophecy. No matter where Voldemort runs, he cannot escape his foresight. Finally, in the Hogwarts Great Hall, Dumbledore and Professor Riddle directly released two Avada Kedavra, revealing Voldemort's sins.
"Harry! Harry!" Ginny waved her hand in front of Harry's eyes.

"Harry, what did you dream about?"

"You dreamed about Voldemort?"

"What kind of extinct dragons did you dream about?" After Harry came to his senses, Ron, Draco and Hagrid came up to him one by one.

"Nothing, I was just daydreaming." Harry smiled shyly.

"Oh." Except for Ginny, Hagrid and the other two sighed in disappointment at the same time.

"By the way, Harry, there's also Arithmancy, don't forget to choose it," Draco quickly added.

"Well, I was pretty good at math when I was in primary school." Harry patted the table, and he recalled the lonely days when he was only accompanied by math. - Because of Dudley, no one dared to make friends with him.

He suddenly realized that the reason why he worked so hard to study the potion formula in "How to Forge a Strong Heart" might be because of the hostility towards Dudley that still remained in his heart.

He wouldn't allow himself to lose to Dudley, a former nuisance, a guy as annoying as Darth Vader.

"Um, hello, my name is Draco Malfoy."

"Hello what is your name?"

"Dad is here!" After Harry came to his senses again, except for Ginny, the other three had already gathered in front of the flame of the fireplace.

"I don't have a name." The flame shook its body helplessly, and the firewood in the flame crackled.

"Hephaestus is the name of the god of fire, so I'll call you Hephaestus." Hagrid added some wood to the flame lovingly.

"Let me try Hagrid."

"Hephaestus, come here and open your mouth." Ron squatted in front of the fireplace and stuffed another handful of firewood into it.

(End of this chapter)