The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

With Charlie's help, they finally put on all their gear. This includes a looking glass that spins when other fire dragons approach; a pair of ridiculously tight windproof glasses - "Maybe they can be used as swimming goggles in case of falling into the water." Charlie put them on his head Time said - a bunch of very complicated rope straps used to fasten oneself to the saddle; a shiny silver knife used to cut the rope straps and jump out in an emergency; and a set of psychological comfort tools that are more than The actual fire dragon fast-acting sleeping agent spray can looks very much like a fire extinguisher.

Anthony asked hopelessly: "In this case, wouldn't we happen to have a parachute?"

"It's okay, Hagrid, don't move your straps again." Charlie checked one last time, "Parachute? No. The backpack is for food and luggage. We're ready, Barbara!"

Barbara nodded and jumped off the wooden dragon. The fire dragon had already assumed a posture ready to take off, its hind legs were bent, its head was raised high, its muzzle was pointed to the sky, and a pair of blue and black wings were propped on the ground, slightly supporting its upper body.

Barbara had installed all three saddles on the dragon, and spent some time adjusting the extra-large saddle belonging to Hagrid, trying to place it in a position that would not affect the model's flight. It looks like Hagrid will be sitting at the junction of the dragon's neck and wings, while Anthony and Charlie will be one on the dragon's neck and the other on its back.

"Thank you, Barbara." Charlie grinned, "Look, Hagrid, Henry."

He moved his strong arms, took two steps, jumped up, grabbed the huge wooden scales, and then the handle on the top of the saddle. Immediately afterwards, he nimbly rolled onto the fire dragon's neck. With a click, he had already buckled the main rope belt around his waist to the saddle, and then swung upward suddenly, clamping the sides of the saddle with his legs. His feet stepped into the stirrups that hung precariously beside him. The next moment, his free hand fixed his two feet on the fire dragon's neck.

"Come on!" Charlie said happily amidst Hagrid's loud cheers, "That's it, we can set off after we are all seated." He dropped his upper body and looked up at them, half-length His red hair hung down from behind the straps of his windproof glasses, swaying back and forth in mid-air.

Hagrid responded loudly and strode up to the fire dragon's neck. Even for him, that was a somewhat strenuous height. He tried twice, stepped up, and then buckled the already somewhat knotted straps on his body to where they should be one by one under Charlie's instructions.

"Need help, Henry?" Charlie asked, watching Anthony give up on the dragon's neck and work on his hind legs.

"I must confess to you, I am not good at rock climbing." Anthony gritted his teeth and said, stepping on the bent parts of the hind legs, grabbing the edge of the wings, and struggling for a while.

Hagrid turned around with difficulty: "Here, try to grab my hand, Henry."

Anthony estimated the distance between them, exhaled, let go, and jumped back to the ground. Hagrid made an annoyed sound, encouraging him to try again from another position. But Anthony had already pulled out his wand, lengthened all the ropes on his body, and then directed them to fly to the saddle under Hagrid's confused gaze, tied a few knots around the handle, and then——

"Quickly zoom out." Anthony said, pointing to the rope that he had enlarged.

With a whoosh, the rope shrank back to its original size and threw him onto the back of the fire dragon. Anthony was lucky enough to hold on to the handle of the saddle and avoid banging his head on it. Hagrid gasped.

"It was thrilling, Henry!" Charlie shouted, "but wonderful!"

"Yeah, it's too thrilling." Anthony said regretfully.

He untied the knots, snapping them into place while warning himself that he should think more carefully about the consequences next time. He would rather look embarrassed than make excuses for his damaged but functioning head in front of everyone watching.

The pets in the backpack were extremely calm, but even though Anthony had settled everything, the owl in the cage hanging next to the suitcase was still jumping up and down, chirping at him.

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After the three of them were seated, the fire dragon suddenly moved the joints of all the parts with a crunch, and then, without warning, they flew up.

The Longhorns model shoots almost straight into the sky.

If it hadn't been for the rope straps attached to the saddle, Anthony was pretty sure he would have fallen off by now. The wind whistled in his ears. He felt that it was hardly wind, but his face hitting the air, forcefully squeezing it away. Even with his windproof glasses, he felt like he couldn't open his eyes. Even though most of his robe had been tied around his body with ropes, the corners were still fluttering. He could see that the same was true of Hagrid's clothes and trousers.

Anthony gripped the handle tightly with one hand, letting the strong wind rush into his clothes from the cuffs. With the other hand, he firmly pulled the shoulder strap of the backpack tighter, and then held the owl cage in front of him. The Hogwarts owl was also blown dizzy, sticking firmly to the wall of the cage as if it had been flattened by the wind, and its feathers protruded messily from the railings.

Anthony was a little worried because he didn't hear the owl continue to scold him. But he soon realized that with the wind filling his ears, even if the owl did open its mouth, he wouldn't be able to hear anything.

"Oh ho!" Charlie's loud cheers were intermittently carried into his ears by the wind, "Relax, Hagrid! This is the best part of flying!"

Anthony glanced forward. Hagrid was holding the dragon's neck in a way similar to trying to strangle it, but Charlie actually let go of his hands and hung completely upside down on the dragon's neck.

"Charlie!" Anthony shouted, his voice carried away by the wind before it could reach the ears.

Up they flew, leaving the ground behind them, up and up - higher and higher - and Anthony saw against the wind the clouds closing in on them - up, up, up, into the clouds, into them In the water vapor, both sides became white - upward! Before the water vapor could hang on them, they had already jumped out of the cloud.

At this time, the fire dragon model finally began to adjust its posture and slowly flattened its body. The direction of gravity became familiar and friendly, and the wind became gentler.

Hagrid sat up straighter and Anthony finally had time to check his belongings.

His suitcase hung firmly on the side of the saddle, the cat slept peacefully in the backpack, and the wraith chickens and mice in his mind remained as calm as death. The owl's fur was messy, its talons were firmly hooked on the railing at the bottom of the cage, and it turned its neck cautiously and - surprisingly - calmly, studying its surroundings.

"Is everything okay?" Charlie asked happily.

"Not bad!" Hagrid said loudly, combing his hair randomly with his big hands.

"I'm fine too!" Anthony raised his head and shouted. The owl took the opportunity to gently bite his hand that was pressed against the cage.

When the fire dragon flew more smoothly, Charlie let it fly downward. After this, everything becomes very pleasant.

Compared to sitting on a thin broom with the broom handle in hand, riding a fire dragon that is almost autonomous is much more comfortable. The desolate light brown fields and scattered white snow-covered areas in winter moved slowly beneath them. Thin, silver-ribbon-like rivers meandered across the land, and the raised mountains carried wings similar to those of the fire dragon beside them. Young black.

Sometimes, they could see that the ground was divided. Where the roads were densest, there were rows of small, rice-like houses, clustered together like mushrooms under the trees after the rain.

At this time, Charlie will press the invisible button. Anthony quickly realized that this was not a spell like the Disillusionment Curse, which actually tried to make people invisible, but more like the Leaky Cauldron's magic of whatever it was, which just made people ignore their existence. .

Charlie realized it too.

"When I go back, I must try to tell Barbara that she can't skimp on magic on this." Charlie sat on the neck of the fire dragon and said loudly, "She used the hair of the invisible beast on the last fire dragon model. Weird skin and countless invisibility spells!”

Anthony also answered him loudly: "There is nothing wrong with this now. Still no one can notice us."

"Yeah, that's because we are walking through the lair of humans instead of fire dragons!" Charlie said, "And we have to look at the Muggle's facial expressions to tell whether it is disabled! This is simply too inconvenient. !”

After passing through another wilderness, they came to a larger city. Anthony could just barely see the cars on the thin road, each one looking like a tiny dot. Countless houses slipped beneath them.

He was flying above so many people on a dragon. These people may be enjoying their leisure time at home, just as Anthony would do during every New Year's holiday: cook a simple meal, clean up the room, sit on the sofa and kill time, and maybe read the same boring book as him. novel, and then hesitated whether to go to a crowded riverside or square to watch fireworks at night.

He couldn't deny that he missed such a leisurely vacation.

"This is so interesting!" Hagrid said loudly, looking down, "Oh, that Christmas tree is really nice!"

"There are too many people here." Charlie said, "Maybe some wizards think we are really dragons..."

He read something. The fire dragon jolted violently and flew upwards stumblingly. After a while, they flew back into the clouds.

"It's best not to risk being seen." Charlie said, "Besides, if the invisible button doesn't work and is seen by Muggles, the International Federation of Wizards will not treat this as playing Quidditch in front of Muggles. Little things like that—I mean, it’s not trivial, but—"

Hagrid stroked the imitation scales on his side: "But, Henry, this is a dragon!"

"I know, but," Anthony pointed out, "whether it's riding a broomstick, a dragon, a wooden model of a dragon, or a goose, it's all very strange and magical to a Muggle."

"Really?" Hagrid asked doubtfully.

"Really," Anthony said.

Hagrid shook his head and muttered, "Well, Muggles are weird."