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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).


Chapter 195: Chapter 192 - How to Train Your Dragon (3)

An intense smell of burning lingered in the air, while the scorched black color covered every surface Rose looked at. The aftermath of a very powerful fire spell, causing damage even to the magic-resistant stones that Hogwarts had been built with a thousand years ago.

Crack!

With a loud and clear sound in a secluded part of Hogwarts, Rose watched as a small, scaly gray head broke through the hard shell of the egg. The red eyes seemed full of innocence, gazing at the surroundings with pure curiosity.

A moment later, the entire egg exploded into small pieces, scattering around, revealing the winged, metallic-gray-scaled creature. It didn't appear larger than a domestic cat, although even as a hatchling, it could tear through flesh with its extremely sharp teeth.

Rose smiled at the Ironbelly hatchling before her, the creature staring at her and baring its teeth. Ignoring the threatening look from the baby dragon, she picked it up in her arms and left one of the many vacant rooms in Hogwarts.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, leaving behind a completely charred space, Rose came face to face with a woman dressed in emerald robes, her features stern and unyielding.

Minerva McGonagall.

"Miss Potter." Minerva greeted her student and glanced at the baby dragon in Rose's arms with a hint of interest. Turning her gaze to the room Rose had just exited, the Transfiguration professor's face darkened instantly upon seeing the state of it.

"Professor McGonagall." Rose couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed under Minerva's accusatory stare. She really hadn't expected to see her favorite professor at that moment.

Sighing, Minerva rubbed her eyebrows and looked at Rose. "Walk with me, Miss Potter."

Rose nodded and walked alongside the older woman. She couldn't help but glance at Minerva. If there was anyone who had taken care of her during her time at Hogwarts, it was this woman.

Even after just over a year together, Minerva had become someone irreplaceable to her. Her advice, her answers to Rose's doubts, and even her responses to personal, feminine concerns had all come from this woman.

She was almost like a mother, only a little older.

"What are you thinking about in silence?" Minerva asked, noticing Rose's unusual quietness. The girl was typically exceptionally loud at all times.

"I'm thinking about making a potion to purify this little guy's bloodline," Rose responded calmly, her eyes gazing at the Ironbelly in her arms. The little one didn't seem happy at all about being held, constantly trying to bite her, which obviously failed because of her innate technique.

Minerva couldn't help but look at Rose with a touch of surprise, the image of a red-haired girl overlapping with that of the white-haired one before her.

"You really do look like your mother, Rose," Minerva commented in a sad and regretful tone. If she had arrived sooner, perhaps the Potters wouldn't have died.

Rose stopped walking for a moment at her words, but soon resumed with a complicated expression.

"What was my mother like?" Rose asked, her tone softer than usual.

"Lily was a lively girl. She never stopped getting into trouble between Gryffindor and Slytherin, always defending her friends with a fierceness that reminded me of a lion," Minerva replied, a smile appearing on her lips as she remembered Lily Evans.

"She had a rare talent for potions, something you only see once in hundreds of years. She was always coming up with new recipes with her brilliant and unusual mind. Once, she created a potion that made animals talk, and believe me, it wasn't a pleasant experience. Imagine how many neutered cats were furious when they became aware of their condition," Minerva said with a playful tone, looking at Rose.

Rose couldn't help but laugh at hearing about the potion her mother had created. From Minerva's words, she could imagine her mother being a version of Luna, though more protective and with a few screws loose. After all, who in their right mind would think of creating such a potion!

"If you'd like, I can give you some of the notes your mother entrusted to me," Minerva offered in a very gentle tone, something she wouldn't do for just anyone—only those she trusted. But Lily's daughter deserved to see that side of her.

Rose's eyes sparkled at Minerva's words, and she nodded, thanking her sincerely. "Thank you, it will really help me with creating my bloodline purification potion."

She hoped her mother's notes would guide her before the Race officially began in four days.

Minerva nodded and added, "Albus became famous for his twelve uses of dragon's blood. You can ask for a copy of his notes—they will certainly help with the potion you're trying to create."

Rose agreed with Minerva, and the two walked side by side, chatting about more mundane things.

In the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, Rose was holding a red diary in good condition.

The first sentence written inside made Rose's heart race, and a smile tugged at her lips.

Notes and Experiences in Potions by Lily Evans, the most incredible potion-maker.

Her mother really did resemble her in some ways!

"The first thing I was taught when making potions was to follow the recipe. This wouldn't be wrong if you didn't want to dive deep into the complex field of potion-making. However, if you wish to become a Potions Master, you MUST set aside all recipes and experiment with each magical property for yourself. Only then will you take the first step toward becoming a Potions Master."

"But above all, you must have money and connections to follow this path. If it weren't for Professor McGonagall's support, I wouldn't be where I am today, despite the talent I possess. The wizarding world is a cruel place for someone like me, who wasn't born to magical parents, without inheritance or money. Someone at the bottom of the extremely rigid caste hierarchy of England."

Rose couldn't help but think her mother was very realistic for someone so young. She apparently didn't only see the glamour of the wizarding world like most Muggle-borns. She saw the cold and indifferent reality for Muggle-borns.

Did my mother marry my father because of this?

This was a question Rose had asked herself after learning that her mother had no interest in James Potter before their final year at Hogwarts. In her eyes, her mother had married her father because of the inheritance of the Potter House. Even if there was love after the marriage, she hadn't married James out of love.

After all, given her father's childish personality and the bullying he inflicted on his classmates, James definitely wasn't that attractive to Lily.

These thoughts stirred mixed feelings in her heart, but could Rose criticize her mother's choice? The answer was a resounding no. As the future Matriarch of the Potter House, she had already realized how many benefits she had due to her noble birth.

It was as if all doors were open to her—a privilege her mother didn't have because of her Muggle-born status. Rose could imagine that the English wizarding world had likely stripped away all the glamour and stories that had been told to Lily Potter.

Rose shook her head to clear these thoughts and focused on reading her mother's notes. Through her words written in the diary, the image of her mother became clearer and clearer in her mind—her personality, her desire to become someone important in the world, and above all, her love for potions.

Compared to her father, whom she had read about in the Potter House records, the two were completely different. James Potter was the typical spoiled boy from a noble house, born with a silver spoon in his mouth and excessively pampered by his grandparents, who had him at an old age.

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Author's Note:

I wrote this chapter because of a comment I received, mentioning that something essential was missing from the story—the dynamic of the professors' point of view. It's something I didn't realize until I read that comment.

I'm still sick; I woke up feeling even worse than before, and my mouth is bitter from all the medicine I took yesterday. Still, I forced myself to write, and by the time this chapter is posted, I'll be asleep again.

Thank you for all the encouraging comments.

Support me to write more and read chapters ahead of all regular readers! 

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Next Chapter Second Volume: 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 208 - On the Night of the Storm (1), Chapter 209 - On the Night of the Storm (2).


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