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Chapter 193: Chapter 190 - How to Train Your Dragon (1)

Asterion stood in a separate room, gazing at the dragon egg placed in the center. 

"Morgan," he murmured calmly, and a curtain of darkness appeared beside him. From it emerged Morgan, holding Baskerville in her arms. 

Looking at her, Asterion nodded. He had wondered if the girl could stay in the Black Space, where all his cursed spirits spent most of their time, but surprisingly, she had managed it. According to her, it was a comfortable place, like a bed where everything remained silent. 

Morgan looked at her master and, for the first time, grabbed his clothes. "Brother..." 

Her voice was cold and entirely expressionless. There wasn't a hint of warmth or even tenderness in her tone. It was completely robotic, devoid of any emotion. 

Asterion knew that Morgan had emotions, but they were too weak to provoke any reaction in her. If there was one stronger emotion he sensed from her, it was love. 

Her love for him wasn't romantic or even parental; she simply loved him. 

"Did you enjoy your rest?" Asterion asked, running his hand through her hair. There was a smile on his lips as he felt the soft touch of her hair. 

Morgan responded like a cat enjoying the affection of its owner, narrowing her eyes in pleasure and nodding. "Good sleep," she said, her voice now tinged with a hint of comfort. 

Baskerville, in her arms, barked and lifted his head, expecting the same treatment. 

Asterion rolled his eyes and petted the Demonic Dog without hesitation. Baskerville was quite dissatisfied with not fulfilling the duty he was created for. He was designed to protect and lay down his life for his master, so how could he be content watching his master face danger without his protection? 

"Morgan, I'll send you instructions on what to do with the dragon egg. Remember, focus and don't lose concentration." After giving his favorite dog some attention, Asterion looked at Morgan and spoke in a calm tone. 

Yes, he had moved past his previous thoughts of being able to combine both species to create something more powerful. Honestly, if it were possible, the chances of him accomplishing something even more insane were highly likely. 

Morgan silently gazed at Asterion and nodded. "Yes, brother." 

Turning toward the dragon egg, Morgan processed Asterion's instructions in her mind in an instant and began calculating the variations, the creation process, and even how to destroy it if necessary. 

"Analysis complete," she murmured, raising both arms toward the dragon egg. 

With her words, flames manifested around the egg. They were crimson, almost alive, forming the most horrific shapes you could imagine. 

The crimson flame, which had been no larger than a fist, expanded to a ten-meter radius in mere seconds, covering the entire room, including Asterion himself. 

Morgan's control was so precise that, even amidst the flames, Asterion remained completely unharmed—not even his clothes were singed. 

Morgan's eyes glowed as she began to intensify the heat. Surprisingly, the dragon egg started absorbing the flames at a slow pace, which gradually increased over time. 

What should have been a natural process, where the dragon mother would take months to produce enough fire for her offspring to hatch, was accomplished in just thirty minutes. 

Morgan didn't stop. She initiated the second phase, murmuring in a cold, emotionless tone, "Begin the infusion stage of Cursed DNA into the specimen's body." 

The dragon egg began to float in the air as its shell was effortlessly removed with a mere thought from Morgan. 

Asterion looked at the small dragon submerged in the egg's amniotic fluid. Occasionally, the little creature's body would move slightly, showing that it was alive. 

Morgan's eyes fell on the hatchling as her hands moved, extracting all the amniotic fluid, though the dragon itself didn't seem to realize it had, in theory, already been born. It remained curled up, sleeping peacefully. 

A wound opened on Morgan's wrist, and a drop of black blood floated in front of her before plunging into the dragon's body. 

"Initiating the process of transmutation, transformation, and mutation..." 

The poor hatchling was divided into numerous layers—scales, skin, muscles, blood, veins, brain, heart, and organs—all separated, layer by layer. 

Incredibly, all of the organs continued functioning normally, indicating that the hatchling was still very much alive and healthy. 

What followed defied the logic of the entire world. Morgan, playing the role of a god, manipulated everything and anything she wanted with a cold and calm expression. 

Asterion stood beside her, observing everything. Before his eyes, two pentagrams rotated, analyzing and recording the important data. His eyes gleamed brighter with each of Morgan's actions, as he noticed flaws in his original design of her. But that was expected; after all, he was human, and Morgan was far from it. 

In Morgan's eyes, the dragon hatchling's DNA chain began to disintegrate with the infusion of her blood, gradually collapsing. It wouldn't take long before the hatchling would either become an abomination, in the best-case scenario, or a mass of melted liquid in the worst. 

It was as if the DNA had been exposed to radiation, breaking it apart without the ability to reassemble. 

If she were Asterion, she wouldn't have been able to reverse this. But she wasn't her master. 

With a swift movement of her hand, the DNA began to reorganize itself in the most optimal way possible. If a Muggle doctor were to see the hatchling's DNA, they would be astonished, for it was completely unlike anything else on Earth. 

It resembled black chains twisting around each other, forming something extremely solid with an appearance of great hardness. 

However, Morgan knew that this DNA only appeared strong, but was actually incredibly delicate. If she attempted another reorganization, everything would collapse at once, and not even she would be able to keep the hatchling alive. 

For the first time since her creation, Morgan discovered her own flaws—she was incomplete, so incomplete that many essential parts of her were missing. 

But for some reason, she found she wasn't bothered by these flaws. It was as if it was natural for her to be flawed, almost as if the laws of the universe willed it to be so. 

Her master's God Creation Plan flashed through Morgan's mind... 

"My master and brother will not be able to make me evolve into what he desires..." 

This was Morgan's thought after reviewing the very plan she had been created for. However, she didn't voice her thoughts to her master and instead began reorganizing the God Creation Plan, prioritizing Asterion's safety and interests above all else. 

Asterion was unaware of Morgan's thoughts, his eyes entirely focused on the dragon hatchling. Its appearance was different from a normal Hebridean Black. 

Amidst the dark scales, red scales were particularly visible. A crown of immature red horns adorned its scaly head. Its red eyes resembled hot magma. 

Honestly, it didn't look much like a modern dragon hatchling. If not for the lack of arms, Asterion might have mistaken it for an Ancient Dragon hatchling. 

It appeared larger than Newt's books described—about twice the size, making it roughly twice as big as a domestic cat. 

Asterion examined the hatchling closely, trying to find any flaws or signs of extreme irritation that he expected from the infusion of Morgan's blood. 

But after observing for a while, the hatchling's temperament seemed to mirror Morgan's own calm demeanor. 

"Good work." Turning to Morgan, Asterion didn't hesitate to praise her, and she silently nodded in response. 

Yet Asterion noticed the slight curve of her lips, indicating she was somewhat pleased with the compliment. 

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Author's Thoughts: 

I was a bit undecided while creating this chapter and even rewrote it a few times, but I think I did a good job. Let me know what you think. 

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 191 - How to Train Your Dragon (2), Chapter 192 - How to Train Your Dragon (3), Chapter 193 - How to Train Your Dragon (4), Chapter 194 - How to Train Your Dragon (5), Chapter 195 - Dragon Race (1), Chapter 196 - Dragon Race (2), Chapter 197 - Dragon Race (3), Chapter 198 - Dragon Race (4), Chapter 199 - Dragon Race (5), Chapter 200 - Dragon Race (6), Chapter 201 - Dragon Race (7), Chapter 202 - Dragon Race (8), Chapter 203 - Golden Path (1), Chapter 204 - Golden Path (2), Chapter 205 - Golden Path (3), Chapter 206 - Battle in Desert City (1), Chapter 207 - Battle in Desert City (2).


Chapter 194: Chapter 191 - How to Train Your Dragon (2)

In the Hogwarts library, Asterion, Rose, Luna, and Cedric were together. 

Looking at the baby dragon walking beneath Asterion, Rose couldn't help but widen her eyes. Without hesitation, she picked up the hatchling with her hands and lifted it, staring at the dragon with a strange expression.

"Asty..." Rose turned to look at Asterion. "You didn't give the dragon Juice, did you? I mean, he looks like a bodybuilder with all those strong muscles. That's not normal for a hatchling!" Rose remarked in a bewildered tone. What kind of hatchling is born with muscles? None!

In her mind, Asterion must have injected the poor hatchling with Juice and ordered it to train relentlessly. 

Rose also noticed the color of the scales and horns, which didn't belong to a newborn of the Hebridean Black breed. Normally, their scales are black and their eyes purple. 

But the hatchling before her had dark red-black scales and an imposing crown of horns, still growing! This was definitely not supposed to happen in a Hebridean Black. 

In the books she had recently read, the Hebridean Black hatchling didn't resemble this one at all.

Luna and Cedric also glanced curiously at Asterion. There was no denying it—the baby dragon was truly eye-catching. 

Faced with the accusing and confused looks of his teammates, Asterion responded calmly, "It was born like this. I had nothing to do with its mutation." His heartbeat didn't even speed up as he blatantly lied to his teammates.

Rose, Luna, and Cedric, hearing his words, rolled their eyes and focused on petting the little dragon. Even though it seemed like Asterion wasn't lying, they didn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth. There was no way such a huge mutation could occur naturally!

Unbothered by whether they believed him or not, Asterion sat down while watching the three of them touch the baby dragon indiscriminately. 

"Does he have a name yet?" Luna asked, stroking its scales, which felt warm to the touch, almost as if they were made of fire. 

"Ancalagon," Asterion replied without hesitation, honoring his dragon with the name of the most terrible and famous dragon he knew. 

"Ancalagon…" Luna murmured to herself as she looked at the harmless little dragon. Suddenly, Luna's eyes began to shine, and an emotionless voice escaped her lips—loud enough for everyone around to hear clearly. 

"You will be the one who brings his death… and from your body, he will emerge as something else, a monster in the eyes of the world." 

It was a short, simple phrase, yet filled with mystery.

Asterion looked at Luna, frowning. Luna's phrase had too many variables. But the main message was that Ancalagon would kill someone, and from his body, someone would be reborn to become a monster. 

He had a pretty good idea of who that person was. 

That was why Asterion hated prophecies—always so vague and overly dramatic. After a while, he stopped caring about the prophecy Luna had given. 

Asterion didn't want to be another fool who, in trying to prevent the prophecy from coming true, ended up fulfilling it through his own actions. It was so stupid that he didn't even want to think about the prophecy, preferring to forget it existed in the first place. 

Honestly, the idea of killing Ancalagon crossed his mind and didn't go away. He'd rather kill him than deal with such a massive headache in the future.

Breaking the silence, Rose asked with a hint of uncertainty, "Are we going to talk about the prophecy or not?" 

Luna looked at Rose and replied in a sincere tone, "It's better to forget what you heard; nothing good ever comes when a prophecy is involved." 

It wasn't the first time she had prophesied something, nor would it be the last. She had small prophecies weekly, but this kind of prophecy, involving the entire world, was a first for her. 

As a seer, she knew that just trying to unravel the prophecy could be its trigger, so Luna shared Asterion's view: pretend it never happened and forget it. 

Cedric, standing beside them, also nodded in agreement with Luna's words. "It's best not to meddle with the future; focusing on the present is always the most realistic option." 

Rose thought for a moment and also nodded in agreement. She was someone who thought logically due to her Six Eyes. She saw the world based on information and data, not on some ridiculous future that may or may not exist. 

However, they all agreed on one thing: Ancalagon was no ordinary baby dragon. No creature capable of sparking a prophecy could be considered normal or simple.

"Unfortunately, you can't help me hatch my own team's egg," Cedric broke the silence between them, causing Luna to nod helplessly at the situation of hatching her own egg. 

This was a rule established for the Second Task: everyone must hatch their own eggs without assistance, even from their own team. It was a measure to avoid having more than forty dragons flying on the day of the race. 

Rose wasn't worried; she could use a fire spell and raise the temperature as much as she wanted, gaining huge amounts of magical energy. But neither Cedric nor Luna had that privilege. 

Sitting down, Cedric commented with a bitter tone in his voice, "Honestly, if I weren't afraid of losing points for Hogwarts, I'd want to drop out of this task. I'm sure I can't handle a Hungarian Horntail."

There was no way—this task was far too hostile for him. He didn't have the necessary skills to hatch the egg in the first place, and even if the hatchling was born, how in Merlin's name was he going to tame one of the most aggressive dragons on the planet? 

It wasn't a dog that you fed, and it would bond with you. It was a damn dragon, extremely territorial and full of hostility towards anyone who stood in its way. 

"No matter. With the victory in the King's Game, Hogwarts has ten points, about three more than the second-place team, the French. Even if you fail, it won't hurt us too much," Rose tried to comfort the Hufflepuff representative, or at least, that's what she thought she was doing. 

Cedric's face turned embarrassed at Rose's words. What she said was essentially telling him that he was useless and that his presence wouldn't be missed in the tournament. 

"Puff~" Luna couldn't resist and began to laugh. It was a bright, cheerful laugh that completely changed the atmosphere. "Rose, I suggest you let other people comfort Cedric. You're definitely not good at consoling anyone with your words~." 

"Hmph, he should feel honored to receive comforting words from the great and amazing Rose Potter!" Rose said in a playful tone as she straightened up proudly. 

"Silence is sometimes the greatest blessing a man can ask for," Asterion subtly criticized Rose, causing the white-haired girl to glare at him rather unpleasantly. 

Luna rested her head in her hand and looked at her teammates with a gentle and surprisingly happy expression. She was grateful to have these three as companions. 

The life of a seer wasn't easy. Knowing that her own mother was going to die even before it happened, and failing to save her, had made Luna's already fragile mind extremely unstable. 

Add to that the fear people have of a seer, and you get an insecure and crazy child in the eyes of many. 

Luna never thought that even after revealing her gift to her companions, she would be accepted without much difficulty or even prejudice towards her ability. 

Maybe it was because Rose and Asterion were crazy in their own way and never cared about her madness, and Cedric was just a guy with a heart of gold in a world where power spoke louder than anything else. 

Luna thanked whoever had brought them together as friends. Loneliness was something extremely terrible for some, and it was especially cruel for her. 

She was sure that many people would have been frightened by her gift and would have distanced themselves from her at some point. Not everyone could handle her quirks or overcome their fear of the unknown.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 192 - How to Train Your Dragon (3), Chapter 193 - How to Train Your Dragon (4), Chapter 194 - How to Train Your Dragon (5), Chapter 195 - Dragon Race (1), Chapter 196 - Dragon Race (2), Chapter 197 - Dragon Race (3), Chapter 198 - Dragon Race (4), Chapter 199 - Dragon Race (5), Chapter 200 - Dragon Race (6), Chapter 201 - Dragon Race (7), Chapter 202 - Dragon Race (8), Chapter 203 - Golden Path (1), Chapter 204 - Golden Path (2), Chapter 205 - Golden Path (3), Chapter 206 - Battle in Desert City (1), Chapter 207 - Battle in Desert City (2).


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