Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 101 100. Conception of Dragon Incarnation and End of First Grade
"So, can we touch it now?" Ron turned his head and asked Harry hesitantly, "You know, Harry, I always believe you... uh, but Wrathhorn looks a little... uncomfortable now."

Not only were all the scales on the neck near the back gone, revealing the soft pink flesh, but several of the thorns on the top of the head were broken, leaving it covered in scars - Harry was changing the bandage on the horn of anger.

It did look a bit tragic, but neither Harry nor Wrathhorn himself took it to heart. After all, in the world of beasts, fighting and getting injured were the most normal things. As long as they were not dead, it was good enough.

"It's okay, you can touch its body," Harry consoled, "You can already tell the difference between friend and foe, right? Wrathhorn?"

The place where several people are currently is right next to Harry's cabin on the cliff, and after hearing Harry's words, Wrathful Horns bent his long neck and looked at Ron and the other two.

When he saw the three children subconsciously took a step back under his gaze, a trace of disdain flashed in Nujiao's eyes. Then he exhaled a long breath of smoke from his nostrils and put his huge head back on the ground.

"...Are we being looked down upon?" Ron felt as if he was struck by lightning. He turned his head in disbelief and said, "A dragon looked down upon us?"

"I, I think so too," Neville said stumblingly, looking a little frustrated, "I'm really not a real Gryffindor..."

"Don't be silly, Neville." Hermione's face turned red when she remembered that she had taken a step back out of fear just now. However, she still emphasized to Neville seriously: "You are much better than Malfoy - uh, I mean the Malfoy before, not the Malfoy now."

Neville understood and even laughed out loud.

"Don't mind it, Angry Horn is at an age where he is very competitive - hiss, of course I'm not blaming you for anything." Perhaps understanding what Harry said, Angry Horn suddenly raised its head and bit him. Harry quickly said after dodging.

It wasn't a real bite, but just a fake one. But even so, the huge mouth of Angry Horn and its mouthful of sharp teeth made Ron and the other two turn green.

"Anyway, don't be afraid. Just like Malfoy, the Angry Horns are no longer the same as before," said Harry, laughing.

After taming the angry horn, he has been in a very good mood recently.

In the end, Hermione and the other two couldn't resist the temptation to touch a dragon safely. Even Ron, who had been bitten on the hand by Wrathhorn before, couldn't help but move forward and carefully feel the dragon's scales with his hands.

"Here." After changing the medicine for Wrathful Horns, Harry jumped off its back, took out a few things from his pocket and handed them to Ron and the other two. "It's a small gift."

"Is this... a dragon scale?" Looking at the thing in her hand and comparing it with the thing on Wrathhorn next to her, Hermione said, "It's what you left behind during the - uh, battle two days ago?"

"Well, I collected some when I was cleaning up the battlefield later, and I picked out some with good looks. You can take them as amulets." Harry thought for a moment and then said, "But remember not to let Hagrid see them in the near future."

"Of course, we are not stupid," Ron said happily, "Ahaha, the dragon scale amulet, this is great - Fred and George will envy me to death."

"Thank you for your gift, Harry," Hermione said with joy, and then suddenly sighed, "But according to what you said, I can't imagine how you tamed the Wrathhorn two days ago. It must have been very dangerous."

"Don't worry, I won't joke with my life," Harry comforted.

"...Okay." Recalling Harry's behavior since she met him, Hermione sighed and said, "If it's you...it should be no problem."

"So, Wrathhorn can only live here from now on?" Neville suddenly asked, "I read in a book that dragons can grow very big. I wonder if there is enough space in the box."

"It should be fine," Harry said seriously. "Just like Newt's box, the space inside can be continuously expanded. And if I'm lucky enough to get a legal dragon-raising license in the future, Wrathhorn can appear outside at will... At least I don't have to worry about being chased by the Ministry of Magic all day long."

There was nothing wrong with Harry's plan, except that legal dragon-raising licenses had not been issued to private individuals for at least several decades, and the Romanian dragon sanctuary specialized in this.

Harry even had another plan in mind, which was to give Wrathhorn a makeover once it had a stable and mature mind.

Still remembering that when he was in the world of Azeroth, Harry accidentally learned a secret of the guardian dragon through his green dragon friend - transforming into a dragon.

Before accepting the blessing of the Titans and becoming the guardian dragons of Azeroth tens of thousands of years ago, there was only one kind of dragon native to Azeroth, and that was the proto-dragon. Whether it was the red dragon queen Alexstrasza, the green dragon queen Ysera, the blue dragon king Malygos, the bronze dragon king Nozdormu, and the black dragon king Neltharion, they were all proto-dragons at the beginning, with strong wings and short forelimbs.

It was the blessing of the Titans that caused changes in their bodies, giving them stronger forelimbs and allowing them to master different powers, turning them into a new kind of dragon.

But in addition to these five types of guardian dragons, there are also some proto-dragons who rejected the blessing of the Titans, because to the naturally born creatures of Azeroth, the Titans are indeed foreign invaders. They transformed Azeroth according to their own positions and wishes.

Therefore, in the eyes of this part of the proto-dragons, the blessing of the Titans is undoubtedly a kind of pollution, and it is very likely that there is some conspiracy hidden. A real dragon should reject the influence of the Titans' order spells and embrace the power born from Azeroth itself, that is, the power of the elements.

The guardian dragons, blessed by the Titans, each possessed powerful strength of their own. In order to fight against the guardian dragons, this group of proto-dragons chose to inject elemental power into themselves and became incarnate dragons from then on, powerful enough to compete with the guardian dragons.

People ten thousand years later cannot judge what happened ten thousand years ago, but the final result was that a fierce battle broke out between the two sides. Several dragon kings who became guardian dragons sealed up their brothers and sisters who had turned into incarnated dragons until ten thousand years later.

To the new generation of guardian dragons, these are all very ancient legends that only exist in books. Even the Dragon Islands mentioned in that record cannot be returned to because they have lost guidance, just like the mist that once shrouded Pandaria.

Harry had no time to care about the affairs of Azeroth. It was only after meeting Wrathhorn that he recalled the history of the dragons that his green dragon companion had mentioned out of curiosity during a casual chat - as well as the key points of those stories.

The Proto-Dragon was transformed into an incarnation dragon only after being infused with elemental power, and even possessed the power to fight against the guardian dragons blessed by the Titans.

What about the Wrath Horn?
Dragon = rare = handsome = powerful = an irresistible mount.

But even so, there was always a regret in a corner of Harry's heart - because the Norwegian Spinosaurus could not glow.

And since it doesn't glow, it's not a complete mount.

But what if I infuse elemental power into Wrathhorn myself?
The Wrathhorn who has mastered the power of elements will possess even greater power. It not only means that he can help in battle, but the most important thing is that the Wrathhorn will now emit the light of the corresponding element that he has mastered!

Light!!!

Just by imagining that wonderful scene, Harry couldn't help but hum softly.

This is the obsession of a cow.

And if Wrathhorn mastered the power of the elements and became a giant dragon, could it still be considered a dragon as understood by wizards?

Of course not.

A completely new species. Even if Harry said that the Wrathhorn mutated from a lizard due to the revival of elements, no one would be able to say anything. Even if it grew wings and looked a bit like a dragon, it was still a lizard in essence.

The law prohibiting the keeping of dragons officially passed at the Wizard Conference in 1709 will automatically lose its effect on Horned Wrath, because it is not a dragon. Even if the Ministry of Magic urgently introduces relevant laws, as the discoverer and breeder of a new species, Harry will have the priority to domesticate it. At that time, Horned Wrath can even fly directly in the sky of the Forbidden Forest. Harry's plan is perfect and it couldn't be more reasonable.

Well, but these things will have to wait until Wrathhorn comes of age, and until Harry has established a deeper level of trust with it.

As for now…the end of year party has begun.

The hall was already hung with gold and red decorations representing Gryffindor. The green draping ribbons that Harry saw on the day of enrollment had turned bright red, the silver had turned into gold, and the huge Slytherin snake had disappeared, replaced instead by a majestic Gryffindor lion.

On the other side of the long table, most of the Slytherin students looked as if something had happened to them. Their faces looked extremely bad and ashen.

After dominating the House Cup for six years, Slytherin was finally dethroned. This year, Gryffindor won the House Cup with an undisputed score of 931 points. It also won the Quidditch Cup with a near-crushing victory and sent an excellent player to the professional Quidditch club.

No Gryffindor student would feel that this year is incomplete. They can even say without exaggeration that everything that happened this year was just like a dream - they are not even happy to see next year coming, they just want to have this victory forever.

But we all know that is impossible.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the guest of honor seat at the front, had a rare and obvious smile on her face. She was wearing a gold and red sweater today, and looked a lot younger and more lively. At the moment, she was accepting congratulations from Professor Flitwick beside her.

The fact that Slytherin House failed to continue to win the House Cup was not just a happy event for Gryffindor House. Even the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Houses were celebrating happily - they really didn't want to see the proud faces of those stinky snakes again.

This was a great victory that no one could question, so much so that when Harry walked into the hall, the shouts of the students seemed to be about to blow the roof off, and some even rushed up to grab his hands and shook them non-stop - this was the case for all three colleges.

It was not until he sat at the head of the Gryffindor table surrounded by everyone that Harry suddenly felt that time had passed so quickly.

Obviously, I still have a lot of things to do and a lot of books to read, but the fact is that my first year at Hogwarts has ended, summer vacation is about to begin, and students have to leave Hogwarts and return to their homes.

But after thinking about the to-do list he had made for the holidays, Harry felt that he would not be bored even after leaving Hogwarts.

Ron had already finished assembling the gift Harry gave him for Christmas, which was a wooden model of the battleship Hood. A few people were laughing and carrying this huge model, which was more than a person's height, through the Gryffindor common room. When they arrived next to the Black Lake, they were followed by a group of people who wanted to watch the fun.

After a rigorous magnification spell, the wooden model of the Hood floated on the surface of the Black Lake - it even floated quite steadily, except for the fact that Harry and his companions had to frantically repair the leaking gaps and get rid of the water after they got on board.

Under the envious gazes of many students on the shore, Ron, who claimed to be the captain, stood on the bow and shouted for a long time, while Harry used the element of wind to drive the entire ship forward on the lake. In the end, because of the fast speed, he didn't have time to turn, and ended up crashing into the tentacles of the giant squid that suddenly emerged from the lake.

The wooden boat capsized on the spot, and several people on the boat fell into the lake, causing a lot of laughter on the shore.

What made Ron more worried than his own fall into the water was his own boat - fortunately, the quality of this model was really good, and the giant squid probably knew that it had caused trouble, so it obediently sent several people and the boat back to the shore.

Since several of them were already soaked, Harry and the other three simply went to Hagrid's place to build a fire to warm themselves up after folding the boat and had a barbecue.

Although there were some unexpected events during the process, overall it was still a very good day.

On the third day after the year-end dinner, the students' final exam results came out.

Harry got the first place in the grade with undisputed full marks in all subjects. Even Hermione was not dissatisfied with this result...even Hermione!!
Hermione got the second best grades in the grade, and Ron's grades were much higher than he expected, and he even got excellent grades in some subjects. In his words, at least his mother wouldn't nag him all day long during the holidays.

Even Neville, who had never had confidence in himself, managed to pass by luck. His score in Herbology was very high, which greatly made up for his terrible score in Potions... At least Neville didn't have to worry about being expelled because of his poor grades.

You know, in the past few days, Neville was so nervous that he couldn't fall asleep for a long time at night, and woke up with big dark circles under his eyes the next day - even Ron forced him to play Crackling Explosion Cards, which couldn't make Neville relax.

Fortunately, it doesn’t happen now.

"Will we be discovered if we use shamanic spells outside of school?" Hermione suddenly turned her head and asked, looking at the notice handed to her.

This is a notice sent by the class leader to each grade, requiring students not to use magic outside of school during the summer vacation.

"Probably not," Harry said after thinking for a moment, "In essence, shamanic spells and wizard spells are two different systems. The Ministry of Magic probably doesn't have the ability to monitor this type of spells at the moment."

"Doesn't that mean Hermione and the others can cast spells at will during the holidays?" Ron said with envy. "Fred and George will be so jealous. They were just complaining that they hoped the school would forget to give this to us."

Until the end of this semester, Ron still hasn't been able to establish a connection with the earth element. To be honest, he was about to vomit the Earth Spirit Potion.

"Don't talk nonsense, Ron, we don't want to cause any trouble for Harry," Hermione said unhappily, "Don't forget that Rita Skeeter is still talking nonsense in the newspapers all day long. I never thought that someone could be so hateful as that - Harry, don't take her words to heart."

Judging from the facts seen so far, it seems that this reporter named Rita Skeeter will not let go of Harry, the focus of attention, at least until the enthusiasm of the readers of the Daily Prophet dies down.

Every day Harry saw his name appear in the Daily Prophet.

"Of course not," Harry said, shaking his head slightly, "Rita Skeeter is not a threat, just ignore her."

"Well, now that you say so..." Hermione muttered.

Just like when they came to Hogwarts before, the students once again left on the Hogwarts Express. The train passed through one Muggle town after another, and finally stopped at Platform Nine and Three Quarters again.

"Remember our agreement!" Hermione said excitedly, "You promised to come to my house to play through the owl!"

"Of course," Harry said with a smile, "Don't worry, we won't forget."

"Um, can you come to my house too?" Ron raised his hand and said, "Ginny has always wanted to meet you. She's your admirer... you know."

Harry nodded, of course he understood.

Neville also sent out invitations. In the end, Harry was the only one who didn't invite anyone else to his house, which made him seem very indifferent.

A few friends walked out of the platform while chatting and laughing, and only separated slightly when they walked out of the ticket gate - this way, a large group of people would not walk out of the wall in an instant and Muggles would notice that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)