Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Rules are meant to be broken.

Alvin has always believed in this sentence.

In his opinion, nothing can better demonstrate the importance of strength than this sentence.

And rules, rules, principles, bottom lines... Once these things are broken, there will be a second, third, and countless times - just like Hermione's attitude towards secretly using the prefect's bathroom.

As the week went by, she became accustomed to this kind of thing.

During this period, she also met the female prefects from various houses and some female teachers while taking a bath. Even the prefects from Slytherin did not embarrass her, a little lion born as a Muggle. Instead, they asked her about the things next door. Alvin in the men's bathroom.

Even the teachers at the school don't know Ivan's identity. This sense of mystery arouses people's strong curiosity about Ivan.

Some people say that he comes from a mysterious pure-blood family that lives in seclusion, others say that he inherited the magical heritage of a legendary wizard, and some even say that he is actually the illegitimate son of Dumbledore...

It's just that Hermione doesn't know very well who Ivan is. She can only occasionally infer some things from Ivan's words.

For example, for example, he comes from a place called Aslant, for example, he was raised by dragons, and for example, he has seen many dragons, and has several familiar brothers and sisters who were also raised by dragons...

Through these few words, Hermione made a guess about Alvin's identity, an incredible guess - Alvin may not be from this world.

This speculation made Hermione feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Although Alvin is said to be lazy, greedy, grumpy, and always a jerk, for Hermione, Alvin is the only person she can talk to so far.

Early in the morning, Alvin went downstairs and found Hermione sitting on a soft chair in the common room, reading a huge book about the theory of time and space magic that was ten centimeters thick and half a meter long.

"Ha, what a coincidence!" Alvin yawned: "Morning, Hermione, I was just thinking about someone to take me to the auditorium! Harry and Ron are still sleeping, if you don't mind..."

"Let's go." Hermione stood up with the book in her arms, a light smile on her face: "I just got up not long ago."

It's a lie, she was up early.

Originally, she had to work hard to get up early every morning, but since she met Ivan who was lost one morning, she felt inexplicably motivated to get up every morning. After opening her eyes, she could no longer fall asleep.

"I remember today's breakfast should be bacon, right?" Alvin muttered as he walked: "Actually, I don't like bacon very much. Strictly speaking, there are not many British dishes that I like. I used to eat bacon in the morning. Those who eat fruit will bring wild boar, buffalo, etc. to roast them at noon, and eat fish at night.”

Ivan was chattering away, while Hermione walked in front without saying a word.

She didn't really like hearing Alvin tell his past stories. Although she was also curious about Alvin's past experiences, she just didn't like it, and she even felt an indescribable dislike for it.

When the two of them were about to finish breakfast, Harry and Ron finally hurried to the Great Hall and began to stuff the remaining roasted potatoes and bacon in a hurry.

clap la la...

Countless owls poured into the auditorium along the skylight, throwing packages towards their respective targets. Six long-eared owls carried a long-shaped package and flew towards Harry. He dropped the package and knocked it away with a clang. The bacon plate in front of Wen.

click!

After a brief silence, a hand clamped around Harry's head.

Harry: "A box of pineapple preserves..."

Alvin let go of Harry and straightened his collar: "Open it quickly and see who mailed you what."

Harry rubbed his sore face and opened the letter on the package first.

'Don't open the package on the table

It contains your new broomstick Nimbus 2000,

I don't want everyone to know you got a new broom,

Lest they all want it.

Oliver Wood will be waiting for you on the Quidditch pitch at seven tonight,

Give you your first training lesson.

Professor M. McGonagall'

"Nimbus 2000!" Ron looked envious: "I haven't even touched it!"

"I heard it's the latest model this year!" Even Hermione, who wasn't very interested in brooms, couldn't help but marvel.

"Burn the dangerous goods." Ivan suggested.

The three of them looked at Ivan silently, and Ivan shrugged: "But Professor McGonagall did spend a lot of money. I remember this thing cost more than 300 Galleons."

More than 300 galleons sounds cheap, but in fact it is not cheap at all. The annual rent of a shop in the most popular area of ​​Diagon Alley is only [-] galleons.

More than 300 galleons is about fifteen to two thousand pounds. Judging from the economic development of the wizarding world, this is not a small amount. Even judging from the economic development of Muggle society, this amount of money can buy a scooter. opened.

Of course, it is foreseeable that this thing will depreciate in value in the future.

Flying broomsticks are similar to electronic products, and more depends on their controllability. Therefore, once updated, the price will drop. Even if there are epoch-making improvements, the price of old brooms will definitely plummet.

Ron has said before that each of the current Sideswipe series is cheaper than the last. They haven't released a new model for a long time, and the speed is only so-so. It is inevitable that the price will drop.

After learning what was in the package, Harry and Ron hurried out of the Great Hall with the package without even taking a bite of breakfast.

"Ha, boy..." Hermione couldn't help but shake her head.

"Not all boys are interested in Quidditch." Ivan said.

"You were dizzy because of transportation." Hermione rolled her eyes: "If you weren't dizzy, you must be like them."

Ivan thought about it and realized that he indeed once liked playing basketball, so he didn't object to Hermione's words.

"Have you ever fainted on transportation before?" Hermione asked curiously.

"No." Ivan shook his head: "From the time I practiced dragon-slaying magic, the dragon-slaying magician's physique will transform into a dragon. His internal organs, bones, fists and feet, five senses, and strength will all be far stronger than ordinary humans. It has the same abilities as a giant dragon of the same attribute."

As he spoke, Ivan's index finger lightly tapped the cochlea: "As for the semicircular canals that control balance in the Dragon Slayer Mage's ears, we will be dizzy on vehicles due to dragon transformation, and I seem to include the semicircular canals. Inside, the entire vestibular organ has undergone mutations, so even the sense of direction has been lost. Darknight said it was because of my great talent. I was not a road fool before..."

"In short, there are gains and losses." Ivan laughed and said, he didn't really care about this kind of thing.

Compared to the power he gained, the small problem of motion sickness was insignificant, not to mention that the problem of motion sickness did not necessarily have no solution.

Hermione thought for a while and asked a very crucial question: "But if this continues, will you turn into a dragon?"

Alvin nodded: "Normally speaking, yes, but I won't..."

He touched his chest subconsciously. At this moment, his adoptive father Darknight was making antibodies in his body to prevent him from transforming into a dragon.

After checking the time, Ivan stood up and left: "Okay, I'll go to the principal's office first. If I have something to do, I'll talk to Dumbledore. Remember to talk to the professor for me after class."

"Do you know how to get there?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Go upstairs and walk slowly, you will always find it." Ivan waved his hand: "I can still count the floors."

Hermione felt slightly relieved and sat down again.

After about ten minutes...

boom--

Earth-shaking explosions resounded throughout the castle.

There were waves of fierce and manic barking in the corridors of the castle, as well as Ivan's roar, which was even more violent than the barking.

"The Dark Dragon's - Hymn of Death!!"