Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 172 Red Dragon and White Dragon

The Great Ballroom at Hogwarts has been completely renovated.

The four-color college flags formed a curtain, extending from the center to the four corners, no longer clearly defined, but patchwork. The ancient dragon holding the 'sun' was engraved on the dome with magic. This is a suggestion made by the little wizards. They think this school year is very special and should be arranged like this.

And Dumbledore of course readily accepted that.

Before the banquet began, Dumbledore delivered a speech.

He smiled and got up from the professor's long table, and tapped the golden cup next to him with the silver spoon.

With a smile in his deep eyes, he looked down at the four long tables of the college through the half-moon glasses, and he coughed.

"At the end of the term, I made a serious mistake and once again I have to apologize to my fellow students."

"However, this mistake of mine also proves one thing, that is, Hogwarts is always Hogwarts. She is not only famous because of Albus Dumbledore. The reason why she can stand for thousands of years is because countless Hogwarts people fought and sacrificed for it."

At the moment Dumbledore paused, Allen took the lead in applauding gently.

Brother George next to him couldn't help but said, "If the principal was in the school, those thugs wouldn't dare to come, so we can't blame the principal for this matter. After all, we all know that he is so busy that he can't cover everything."

The surrounding Gryffindors nodded in agreement.

Allen smiled and said nothing, it seems that they still didn't understand what Dumbledore meant.

Indeed, as Dumbledore said, his brilliance was so dazzling that, except for the four founders, all wizards would only think of Dumbledore when they mentioned Hogwarts.

It made everything in this academy of magic a bit eclipsed, and now it seems that Dumbledore is happy to get out of this "difficulty". He is not the kind of person who is greedy for power.

All for the greater good.

Dumbledore pressed his hand and continued, "The attack at the end of the school year was dark and terrifying, but it also made us aware of the danger, so I decided to listen to the opinions of the professors and add a duel class tomorrow, with several professors taking turns."

"Of course, in this crisis, a group of worthy heroes has also emerged."

"First of all, I want to add 10 points to each of you, in recognition of your bravery in this danger and your performance of not abandoning your companions."

"Next, I want to add 50 points to Coster, Eisen, Morris... and others, in recognition of their fearlessness in this war and fighting to protect their companions."

The young wizards below nodded in agreement. Although Slytherin and Gryffindor accounted for the vast majority of the list of awards, they were the first to follow Filch to monitor the secret passage and took the biggest risk.

"I also want to add 50 points to Dolby, Robert, Outkins, etc., in recognition of their unruffled and wise interpretation of magic in the war."

Many of these wizards were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. They commanded magic attacks in front of the auditorium square, and at the same time brewed a large number of antidotes to help poisoned students.

"Finally, I would like to add 300 points to the most outstanding student of Hogwarts, Mr. Alan Stuart. In this battle, he showed the characteristics of a perfect Hogwarts man, with glory."

Everyone at the Slytherin table nodded.

"Wisdom."

Everyone at the Ravenclaw table nodded.

"Responsible."

Everyone at the Hufflepuff table nodded.

"Of course, the most important thing is courage and strength in the face of danger."

Gryffindor couldn't help but cheer.

Dumbledore looked up at the ceiling, "If my calculations are correct, this year's Academy Cup should be..."

"Principal, I have objections."

All the little wizards who were waiting for Dumbledore to announce the Academy Cup all looked at the source of the voice.

"Mr. Allan Stuart, what objection do you have?"

A strange look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he looked at Allen with a smile.

Allen stood up and looked around, "Principal, since this school year is for Hogwarts people, I think this House Cup should belong to everyone. Internally, we will compete with each other, because this can make the house vibrant. But when facing external enemies, we are a whole and should not be divided among each other, so I think this honor belongs to everyone."

The students present were stunned, and looked at the young man in the middle. He was tall and handsome, with short brown and black hair, sharp edges and corners, sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Moments later, the tranquility turned to revelry, "Alan Stuart, Alan Stuart, Alan Stuart!"

Everyone was shouting Alan's name, the name brought honor to Hogwarts, and Hogwarts honored it.

"He doesn't seem too bad."

Edward looked at Allen with a complicated expression. He might have laughed at Allen's blood in the past, but whether it was the Dueling Club or this crisis, he had to admit that sometimes the gap between the two was extreme.

Such jealousy or ridicule will eventually turn into inexplicable envy, or even worship.

Everyone wants to be a hero, so everyone also longs for the arrival of a hero.

Dumbledore also applauded softly, and then he raised his finger to the flag in the sky, the four-color Hogwarts school flag exploded into fireworks, shining continuously on the dome, and raining golden light.

On the train back home, Alan stuffed the boxes of gifts on the table into the pockets of Sniff. These were gifts from little wizards, and there were still a bunch of unopened ones in his dormitory.

The twins looked at the newspaper excitedly, reading the headlines aloud.

"Heroes of Our Time, Daily Prophet."

""The Legendary Dragon Warrior", sing a different tune."

"The Boy Who Ten Thousand Witches Waited to Grow Up, Witch Weekly."

"All right."

Hearing this, Allen quickly stopped the twins from reading, otherwise he didn't know what strange titles would appear.

"By the way, I asked you to prepare all the alchemy accessories, right?"

"of course."

The twins dug out three rectangular boxes from their suitcases, and George opened one of the boxes, which contained a bunch of firearm components, but these firearms all used fine gold and mithril as magic inscriptions, and added the two characteristics of 'sturdy' and 'magic'.

Although these gun parts were specially made by Allen for Mr. Stuart to facilitate the addition of inscriptions on them, it took the twins a lot of time to attach complete inscriptions to so many small parts.

"Thanks."

Allen checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, he packed the gun parts, and the rest could be made in the secret cabin of the Weasley family.

The underground alchemy room in my home can't reach the level of making real magical objects.

It's not that Allen is reluctant to spend money, but that there are many things in the wizarding world that you really can't buy even if you have money.

"By the way, Judy she..."

Fred looked at the empty space next to Allen. During the Battle of Hogwarts, no little wizard died, only Judy Forte disappeared inexplicably, and the explanation given by Dumbledore was that Judy was safe now and had become Isis's apprentice and was receiving an ancient education.

As Alan's confidants, the twins know more and realize that the relationship between Judy, Alan and Isis is unusual, but they are limited by their age, and they can't tell what is unusual.

Allen turned to look out the window.

The little witch in a dress with sea-blue eyes did exactly what she said, at least he couldn't forget her.

Maybe if I am stronger, I will go to Isis to ask about Judy's situation.

Allen sighed in his heart, closed his eyes and felt the bonus brought by the two new titles in his soul.

[Young Heroes] Heroes are the cohesion of history and beliefs. Optimistic people always believe that heroes will never die and will not perish.

You are immune to most instant death effects, and in the dying state, you are immune to negative effects such as coma, confusion, and bleeding, and gain bonuses to magic power, physical strength, and explosive power.

[Dragon Warrior], on this land, there is a legend of the red dragon, and you have inherited a part of this legend.

You can communicate directly with most dragons and gain their trust. At the same time, you can gain part of the abilities of the dragon you envoy.

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The magnificent Buckingham Palace.

Lucius Malfoy was wearing a black court dress, and his slender wand with a mithril tip was in his hand like a saber.

A servant with a white wig walked over with a serious smile, and bowed slightly, "Earl Malfoy, the Queen has woken up, and is dining in the Imperial Garden with His Excellency the Bishop, and I invite you to come."

Lucius nodded, and then led by the servant, walked through a tulip garden that was in full bloom. In the distance, a long table was placed near the lake. The rare golden warm sun in London fell, leaving textures like fish scales on the clear lake.

Although Her Majesty the Queen is over sixty years old, she is still full of energy, talking and laughing happily with Archbishop Wen Leisi who is also over fifty years old.

Seeing Lucius walking in, she greeted her with a smile, "We were just discussing where to go fishing this summer. I heard that you have a secret place in the North Sea away from human habitation. You can enjoy the idyllic scenery while enjoying the magnificence of the sea, and you don't have to worry about those annoying reporters."

Lucius bowed slightly, "If His Majesty is here, it will be the honor of our family."

The Queen nodded in satisfaction, and the servant opened the chair for Lucius. After Lucius sat down, the three enjoyed afternoon tea together for a while.

Lucius put down the bright red enamel cup, and subconsciously rubbed the ring on his left hand with his right hand, as if he was considering his tone.

"I don't know if Your Majesty knows about an interesting thing that happened in the wizarding world recently?"

"Oh? Interesting thing?" The queen wore a small light crown, and looked at Lucius with a smile in her iron blue eyes. "Can you tell me? Of course, it does not violate the confidentiality agreement between us and the Ministry of Magic."

Speaking of the last sentence, both she and the archbishop laughed softly.

"Of course not." Lucius said, "When Mary II and William III took in wizards, they had signed a contract, and the royal family had the right to know everything about the wizarding world."

As if to open the topic, Lucius took out a few wizarding newspapers, and the pictures of Allen riding the red dragon jumped out on the paper. These were the pictures taken by the Ministry of Magic when they went back in time with the help of the time converter to investigate the cause and effect of the attack.

The Queen took the newspaper, the smile on her face disappeared, "Red Dragon?"

Lucius said, "Yes, Your Majesty, this is an ancient dragon we have never seen before, and it is obvious that he is a red dragon."

Then he said, "Although I don't know much about history, I also know Merlin's prophecy about the red dragon and the white dragon."

This is the most widely circulated prophecy in this land, which is roughly equivalent to the "Plum blossoms bloom and Yang flowers fall" that was spread all over the world when the Tang Dynasty replaced the Sui Dynasty.

The red dragon represents the Celts and the white dragon represents the Saxons.

And the red dragon will eventually defeat the white dragon and defend against the alien invaders.

Today's British royal family is descended from the Saxons.

Archbishop Wen Leisi frowned slightly, "I think you are over-interpreting this prophecy, more than 1000 years have passed, Lucius."

He said in a strong tone, "We should cherish this hard-won peace."

"Yes." Lucius nodded earnestly. He pointed to the Gryffindor sword held high by Allen, "But as the royal family's advisory wizard, I have to remind you of some things."

"for example?"

The Queen looked at Lucius with no emotion on her face.

"For example, some people want to be the Merlin of the new era."

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.

The servants were far away, but they could still feel the dignified atmosphere among the three big men at the table, as if they had suddenly turned from a casual afternoon gathering into a discussion about war and power.

Suddenly the queen smiled and said, "The new era no longer belongs to us. Now even the parliament belongs to the people. Even if someone wants to be Merlin, they can't find me. Let's talk about this summer's vacation."

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