Chapter 82: It Can Really Go Through Walls? Malfoy: Tonight is My Night of Reckoning!
"Of course it's Malfoy!"
Dylan's gaze swept over the few people, then he withdrew it. "You wouldn't have forgotten that Malfoy would report this to the professors, would you?"
"But you've already put the dragon away. As long as they can't find it, the professors won't believe Malfoy, right?" Hermione said.
"That's certainly true, but we still need to create the illusion for Malfoy that we're going to send the dragon away."
"Otherwise, if we do nothing and let Malfoy believe we definitely have a dragon, won't he constantly cause trouble for us?"
Harry nodded vehemently upon hearing this. "Dylan's right, he's really good at making trouble for people!"
"Then what should we do?" Ron asked.
"It's simple. You and Harry pretend to chat, loud enough for Malfoy to hear, that you've written to your brother to send the fire dragon away. Then he'll naturally try to stop you."
Dylan smiled lightly. "And we don't need to do anything. Even if Malfoy asks later, our first response must be to absolutely deny the existence of the dragon."
"Besides that, when he goes to great lengths to investigate whether there's still a dragon at Hagrid's and doesn't see Arno, he'll naturally assume we've already sent the dragon away."
Ron blinked. "So, do I still need to send a letter to my brother?"
"..."
Dylan, Hermione, and Harry all looked at him at the same time. "Of course not!"
Hermione gave a helpless expression. "Dylan means you don't need to do anything."
Ron was confused. "But didn't Dylan just say that Harry and I should pretend to chat and deliberately let Malfoy hear?"
Hermione: "...Yes, you only need to do that one thing."
Ron nodded heavily. "Okay!"
After returning.
Dylan arranged the task for Harry and Ron. After returning to the dormitory, taking advantage of the fact that no one was there at the moment, he began to feel the new trait he had acquired.
"Pet Power Domination..."
As Dylan's mind moved, his eyes slightly closed, and his consciousness began to explore inward.
Soon, he came into contact with a special power closely connected to him. This power faintly imprinted two shapes in his mind, originating from his two pets.
Dylan first focused his attention on the shadow creature resembling a lynx.
Instantly, Dylan felt a cold, eerie sensation quietly growing in his heart.
When Dylan tried to draw upon this power, it was as if thin lines of ice were spreading throughout his blood vessels and meridians, reaching his entire body.
Then, Dylan clearly perceived the weight of his physical form, as if it were being invisibly drawn away, gradually becoming light and ethereal.
He raised his hand and "saw" his body slowly fading into the dimness, its outline becoming increasingly blurred, as if merging with the surrounding shadows.
Coal Ball beside him was originally waiting for Dylan to hug it, its tail swaying rhythmically.
As a result, it saw its own master suddenly becoming a dark, blurry mass, just like itself.
Its originally half-closed eyes instantly widened into perfect circles, its two pointed ears stood up high, its body half-rose, its head tilted, its vertical pupils filled with shock.
"Moo?"
Dylan didn't pay attention to Coal Ball's reaction, fully focused on feeling the changes brought about by the power of shadows.
"Truly magical."
He stood up and walked to the door of the room. He was originally planning to directly touch the door with his hand, but then he had a second thought.
What if someone passed by outside and saw him?
After pondering for a moment, he turned back to his window and reached out to touch his bed.
Very easily and without any obstruction, his arm directly passed through his bed.
Dylan didn't encounter any resistance, as if the bed in front of him didn't exist at all.
"So, the ability to dominate pets also consumes my own mental energy?"
Dylan clearly noticed that when his arm passed through the bed, his mental energy felt a wave of fatigue.
And as long as he maintained the action of passing through the bed, his mental energy would continue to be drastically consumed.
Dylan withdrew his hand.
His tense mental energy instantly relaxed.
However, even maintaining this shadow state required mental energy.
Dylan slowly stopped continuing to dominate Coal Ball's ability.
Immediately, the weight in his heart completely lifted. After a short rest, he adjusted his disordered breathing and agitated mind.
"It seems I can't use my pets' abilities at will and without any limitations."
After calming down, Dylan felt this was reasonable.
Leaving aside the law of conservation of energy, even the Philosopher's Stone's ability to create the Elixir of Life and turn base metals into gold wasn't inexhaustible.
It was already enough that he could directly use the power of magical creatures without using magic.
After all, he wasn't a magical creature, so limitations were normal.
If he could really use his pets' abilities unrestrainedly and endlessly, Dylan would instead become vigilant.
Because in that case, perhaps in the process of constantly using his pets' abilities, his will would be eroded by this power, eventually making him think of himself as a shadow creature or a dragon.
"Arno is just a little dragon now, and it doesn't have any specific abilities yet. I don't know what kind of things dominating its ability can produce."
Dylan thought for a moment, then closed his eyes again and tried to dominate Arno's power once more.
In an instant, Dylan felt a hot and powerful sensation burning inside him.
"So hot!"
Dylan felt as if he was enveloped in a scorching heat wave.
His chest felt hot, and an uncontrollable urge rose from his throat.
He subconsciously opened his mouth, and a strong burning sensation surged from the depths of his throat, as if a ball of fire was about to burst out.
Dylan thought he would spew out a scorching flame and had already raised his wand, ready to extinguish the fire at any moment.
However, when he opened his mouth and forcefully exhaled, what came out of his throat wasn't the raging fire he had imagined, but a cloud of thick black smoke.
"Burp~"
Immediately after, a black, sooty burp escaped his lips, making Dylan himself frown.
He quickly stopped using Arno's ability, and the burning sensation in his body instantly disappeared.
Looking at the black, smoggy, and foul air in front of him, Dylan's lips couldn't help but twitch.
"Tornado!"
Instantly, a powerful wind force erupted from him as the center, turning into a swift whirlwind.
The whirlwind, with an irresistible force, swept through the surrounding air, turning all the pervasive black smoke and the dull, foul smell towards the window.
Under the effect of this powerful wind force, some small objects in the dormitory were blown askew, and papers flew wildly in the air. Dylan didn't care, just ensuring that these things wouldn't fly out of the window.
Soon, in the blink of an eye, the foul air was swept away.
Then, a gust of fresh air rushed in.
Dylan took a deep breath, feeling the coolness flow into his lungs along his nostrils, and his whole body couldn't help but feel refreshed. He comfortably narrowed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. "Comfortable!"
Looking at the messy surroundings, Dylan casually waved his wand. "Reparo!"
Magic surged from the tip of Dylan's wand, occupying the entire dormitory at an extremely fast speed.
The originally flying papers instantly paused, as if imbued with independent consciousness, they all floated orderly in the air, neatly arranged, and then gently fell back onto the table.
Some scattered small objects also jumped and flew to their designated positions.
The quill pen "whooshed" into the penholder, and the eraser obediently rolled into its special corner.
In a short moment, the dormitory, which had been somewhat chaotic due to the Tornado spell, became neat and orderly once again.
Seeing this scene, Dylan nodded with satisfaction.
"Although for now, I can't directly breathe fire when dominating Arno's ability, but..."
Dylan recalled the feeling he had when dominating the dragon's power just now.
It was a very strange feeling, as if all the magic in the world couldn't affect him.
That feeling made Dylan involuntarily swell with confidence, even if Voldemort stood in front of him and used Avada Kedavra, he didn't even want to dodge.
"But only a fool wouldn't dodge." Although the dragon's ability made Dylan feel inflated, his mind was clear and discerning.
He wouldn't actually try to tank damage just because he felt his magic resistance was high enough.
"Moo! Moo!"
Coal Ball jumped to Dylan's side, tilted its small head, and mooed at him.
Dylan patted it. "We can go through walls together from now on."
"Moo?" Coal Ball tilted its head.
Two more days passed, and Dylan studied new knowledge as usual, spending time in the library and the offices of various professors.
One afternoon after class, while eating in the dining hall.
Harry and Ron ran up to his side excitedly.
"It's done!" Ron said impatiently, winking at Dylan.
Dylan looked at the two of them. "It really worked?"
Harry nodded emphatically. "It really worked!"
Ron lowered his voice. "Harry and I specifically sneaked around when Malfoy was there and talked about the dragon. He really fell for it!"
"Now that I think about it, the funny way he pretended to be doing something while actually eavesdropping on our conversation makes me want to laugh!"
Dylan then asked, "And the time you revealed to him, was it today?"
Ron nodded repeatedly. "That's right! When I saw Malfoy running over to eavesdrop, I took the opportunity to tell Harry that my brother would send someone today to take the dragon away! I even made the address clear, right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest!"
Dylan also nodded slightly. "Since that's the case, then there's no need to worry about this matter anymore. You can completely forget about Arno, because I won't casually take it out in Hogwarts for you to see."
Ron's expression stiffened, and he immediately looked a bit dejected. "Not even secretly?"
"No," Dylan didn't give Ron any hope.
After all, privately keeping a dragon as a pet was already against the law.
He didn't want to face the Ministry of Magic over this little matter.
He only knew the three max-level Unforgivable Curses, plus a few max-level dark magic spells, but that didn't mean he wanted to stay in Azkaban.
Of course, even if the Ministry of Magic knew he was raising a dragon, although it was against the law, whether they would forgive him because he was just a small wizard was not something Dylan needed to consider.
Whether it was against the law or not, wouldn't it be fine as long as he wasn't discovered?
As long as it wasn't explicitly forbidden, he could do it.
If it was forbidden, then he would do it secretly!
The bold die of overeating, the timid die of starvation, this saying applies everywhere.
"Oh! What unfortunate news!" Ron came excitedly and left dejectedly.
Of course—he left full.
Dylan wasn't bothered by this matter.
After eating, he went to Professor McGonagall for tutoring again.
When it was getting late, he returned to his dormitory and went straight to sleep.
This time he didn't hold Coal Ball.
Because ever since he sent Coal Ball into the pet space to keep Arno company, the little guy didn't even want to come out.
Dylan was very sad.
But he could only hug his pillow and fall into a deep sleep.
...
Until the dead of night.
A certain corner of Hogwarts.
Moonlight shone through the stained glass windows, casting patches of light and shadow on the stone floor of the corridor.
Malfoy sneaked out of the dormitory, clutching a lantern tightly in his hand. The weak light flickered on his pale face, reflecting the tension and excitement in his eyes.
"This time, I will definitely teach Harry and the others a harsh lesson!"
He crouched low, taking each step carefully, his feet moving lightly, afraid that his boots would make noise by rubbing against the ground.
The light of the lantern swayed slightly with his movements, casting distorted and irregular shadows on the walls.
Reckoning, there must be reckoning!
Tonight was his night of reckoning!
"Stupid Harry, and that slimy, slug-like Ron! They actually revealed secrets again and again like that!"
The excitement in Malfoy's heart made him want to laugh.
He was going to go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest immediately to stop Harry and the others from taking away that dragon cub!
As long as this time, he used this handle to control Harry, he could coerce him to stay away from those disreputable fools!
Then, he could be merciful and not make Harry his lackey, but instead make him his friend, Draco Lucius Malfoy's friend!
Just as Malfoy was fantasizing about becoming friends with Harry in the future, he turned a corner in the corridor and was about to quicken his pace.
However, a familiar and majestic figure suddenly appeared in front of him, almost causing him to bump into it.
Malfoy stopped abruptly, looking at Professor McGonagall in front of him, wearing a long robe, a hairnet, tall and slender, her stern silhouette outlined by the moonlight.
Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, her eyes were like torches, and she also held a lantern in her hand, her gaze sternly fixed on him.
"Pro-Professor McGonagall?"
Professor McGonagall's face was tight, and she suddenly reached out and directly twisted Malfoy's ear.
"Do you know what time it is? Instead of sleeping in your dormitory, you're actually sneaking around—how dare you!"
Professor McGonagall's stern voice echoed in the corridor.
"And you even dare to carry a lantern!"
(End of chapter)
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