This is a room filled with dragon elements.
The walls, floors, and ceilings were all gold, and beautiful Australian Green with pearly scales soared and hunted inside.
It spews out bright red flames and tends to its grayish-white dragon eggs.
It also serves as a magic lamp, bringing light to dimly lit rooms.
The wardrobe, bookshelves, and desks are all engraved with fire dragon reliefs, representing almost all the common types found in the Wizarding World.
They were all painted, like the vibrant illustrations in the Encyclopedia of Fire Dragons.
Swedish Short-Snout, Ukrainian Ironbelly, Catalonian Fireball, Portuguese Long-Nosed
You can find any fire dragon you want to see on it.
However, the most eye-catching thing is the large bed in the center of the room.
From a distance, someone unfamiliar with the site might mistake it for a Hebridean Black lying prostrate on the ground.
But once you get close, you can easily see the black dragon's rough scales, the shallow but razor-sharp ridges on its back, and the slender arrowhead at the tip of its tail, all of which have a fuzzy texture.
Its head is too big, completely disproportionate, taking up half of its body.
And it was huge, with a pale-faced, thin boy lying inside.
The silver-green blanket covering it revealed that this black dragon was actually a large bed.
Suddenly, the dragon head trembled.
"Dad!" Draco woke up from his dream, half of his face seemingly submerged in water.
He discovered that the pillow was soaked with his tears.
Looking at the blood-red palate on his head, he touched it blankly, unable to help but fall into memories.
The scene in his dream.
It was a bright summer day.
Beside the marble fireplace burning with cold flames, Dad flipped through the newspaper, his fingers lightly tapping the table.
He tiptoed to the top of the stairs and counted in his head.
When the newspaper was turned to the third page, he pretended to be sleepy, yawned, and walked toward the long table.
As she walked, twisting her neck, she passed by her father and said in a drawn-out tone, "It's so sore, the Soft Home Furnishings bed is too hard. The custom-made ones from Mr. Casme Home Furnishings are much better."
Then, as if he had just noticed, he stopped in his tracks. "Dad, you're there?"
In his memory, his father should be looking at him with his warm gray eyes, saying, "Draco, can't you be a little smarter? Only a red-haired Weasley would put a Modern Family newspaper inside Golden Eye."
He unfolded the newspaper and pointed to the contents of the third page, which he had switched:
Mr. Casme Home Furnishings - Sleeping in the Dragon's Mouth
Below is a Living Spirit fire dragon. Mr. Kasme, with his mustache, is lying in the dragon's mouth covered by a blanket, then sticks out his head to reveal eight teeth.
But all of this was swept away by a black fog.
Accompanied by the sound of dripping water, his father's voice came from the dark fog, "Draco, Draco, don't come near me, don't come near me. Don't believe, don't believe. Be careful, be careful."
Draco got up, put on his slippers, and muttered to himself in the mirror, "Don't come near, but Dad, you're gone. Even if I want to—"
"Watch out for who? Dumbledore, that pedophile?"
"Don't trust anyone? My dog-like uncle?"
He took a deep breath and cast Scourgify on his face and pillow with his wand.
Then he called out, "Dobby!"
A series of crisp crackling sounds rang out.
Dobby, with tennis ball-sized green eyes, bat ears, and wearing an old pillow, knelt down and appeared before him.
Dobby's shrill voice rang out, "Please give your orders, young master."
Draco cleared his throat. "It's good that you're back. Kreacher is excellent, but I'm still more used to your presence."
"By the way, are Harry Potter and his friend Weasley still at Sirius's house?"
He asked the question because he was going to stay at Sirius's house all day.
Mom said there were guests.
But that's really strange.
What kind of guest is this? It's turned the living room into what seems Potions Classroom.
The cauldrons simmering emitted white smoke, and hundreds of glass jars were placed on the ground, filled with sticky, colorful animal entrails, limbs, and mutilated plant specimens, making it almost impossible to find a place to step.
He didn't think much about it.
Right now, the last thing he wants is to run into Harry Potter and his friends.
Dobby's ears perked up. "Harry Potter and the Weasley family kids are still at Mr. Black's house."
"Alright," Draco sighed, "How much time do I have left?"
Dobby quickly replied, "It's 1 hour and 12 minutes before you depart."
"Let's go straight there," Draco ruffled his hair. "Go straight to my room. Sirius left it for me."
"Don't forget to tell Mom that I've already set off."
Dobby stretched out his slender arm, and after a series of crackling sounds, the House-elf and the boy disappeared from the room.
At the same time, a clean, white hand waved away the wisps of white smoke.
She revealed a cold, aloof, and beautiful face.
She looked up and noticed the person leaving.
Then, she rolled up her sleeves and pressed her left hand against the silver mark on Bai Zhe's right arm.
Ripples spread through the air, accompanied by the sound of stones falling into water, and a blonde woman dressed in a black gown, looking like a widow, vanished from the spot.
This is a wondrous room that makes you feel as if you've stepped into a two-dimensional world.
Everything in the room seemed to be made of white paper, with straight, intersecting, and crisscrossing black lines marked on the edges with a black pencil.
Where windows should be made of glass, they are replaced by what appear to be cut-out holes.
Looking out, there are galaxies, as if you have boarded a spaceship.
Four silver shooting stars streaked across the sky.
Then, four figures appeared.
She had red curly hair, held a pointer in her hand, and wore a robe made of intricate strips of cloth, making her elegant and charming.
She was petite, as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale, with short black hair and bright golden eyes; she was practically a living Snow White.
A simple sports vest, jeans, knee-high boots, beautiful muscle lines, neatly styled golden hair, tall and stunningly beautiful.
She wore a black evening gown, exuding a mature and aloof aura, with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Welcome to the Dream Kingdom. I am Leonora Lessie, Headmistress of the Evil Academy." The red-haired woman brandished her cane. "You must be the Headmistress's guests."
Narcissa frowned, displaying a Malfoy family savvy trait: looking down her nose at people. "Headmaster? You mean Master?"
The two, who were incompatible, almost got into a fight.
But they quickly shut up.
The coolness on their necks and the fleeting glimpse of black hair and snow-white skin made them all look at the seemingly harmless petite girl.
She returned to her original spot as if she had never moved, and waved. "You all smell wonderful. I am Alice Cullen."
The blonde girl next to her, with a similarly sickly pale complexion, revealed her snow-white teeth and sharp fangs. "She means you are good food. Um, I am Rosalie Hale."
Lessie excitedly waved his pointer, "Very good! You can definitely become excellent villains! Do you want to join the Evil Academy? I will teach you the magic to defeat heroes!"
"Magic?" Narcissa raised her nose even higher. "They're just vampires. Maybe they'd be suitable as toys for their masters? But magic? Unless they have wizarding blood, you might as well find two Mudblood girls."
Narcissa, whose Pure-blood Wizard families harbored deep-seated prejudices against humanoid beings, ignored everything and sarcastically remarked.
But the next second, accompanied by a low roar, a cold hand gripped her neck, and she fell to the ground in terror, unable to utter any incantation.
That was too fast; if it weren't for another hand supporting her back, her spine would probably have broken.
The blonde vampire named Rosalie, whose face even she found beautiful, appeared before her, her eyes wild and cold.
"You must be the wizard Basil was talking about. The superpowers that can only be passed down through blood." Alice wrinkled her nose. "Just as Carlisle predicted, there really are wizards who look down on people without wizarding blood."
"However, you're far too weak, aren't you? Completely different from Basil?"
Rosalie let go of her hand.
Narcissa gasped for breath, "How can you be so fast? Vampires can't."
Lessie nodded. "We also have vampire students in our evil academy. They can jump really high, but they don't have your speed at all."
She stretched out her index finger and waved it in the air, "You guys are amazing! Your skin is harder than granite, and your strength is terrifying."
Rosalie turned her head. "You must be the wizard Basil was talking about. Just like Bellatrix. Carlisle guessed that the wizard wasn't defeated by the sorcerer, so the only possibility is that the wizard is much stronger than the sorcerer."
"This can also be seen from Bellatrix's attitude towards Basil."
"But you are far superior to this unknown witch; she seems to need a stick to cast spells. You only need to flick your finger."
Narcissa stood up against the wall. "This is a wand. We can cast spells without a wand. We're just used to it. It makes us more powerful."
She did not retaliate; after falling to the ground, her wisdom finally regained the upper hand.
She didn't want to be disliked by her owner, who might appear at any time.
These two lowly vampires thought they had won? But they were the ones who lost first!
She won so much, she was completely overwhelmed!
Lessie shook his head. "You may have misunderstood something. This witch, and you may all, come from a different world than mine."
She looked at Narcissa. "Could you introduce yourself? And perhaps tell me about the vampires in your world?"
Narcissa nodded haughtily. "In our world, vampires are humanoid Magical Creatures that suck blood by biting open people's necks. They are human, but also living dead."
"To be precise, it should be called a living dead that attacks people to suck blood. Ministry of Magic level: XXX. It is a monster that can transform into a bat and fly around, revealing its true form in front of sleeping people and biting open their necks to suck their blood."
"Not only that, but after the person who was sucked dies from exhaustion, they will be reborn as a vampire and go around sucking blood. They mostly attack family members and other close people."
"The blood of those closely related to them is more palatable to them."
"It's easy to identify them. Vampires are usually pale and look haggard, and they have sharp teeth inside their mouths."
As she said this, she glanced at Alice and Rosalie. They both had deep shadows under their eyes—a purplish bruise, as if they had both had a sleepless night, or as if their noses hadn't fully healed.
In her world, vampires all had dark circles under their eyes, but the color was lighter than theirs.
"They dislike garlic and sunlight, and will actively keep their distance from them. But garlic Heyang do not harm them."
"Although they drink blood, they can also eat ordinary food, such as pies."
"By the way, they are not as afraid of silver as Muggle say. Their reflections can be seen in mirrors, and they can enter other people's homes without an invitation. They can also cross flowing water."
"You also won't have the weakness of being obsessed with counting. Forget about the delusion that you can throw rice, sand, and seeds at vampires to distract them and make them start counting, thus giving you enough time to escape or fight back."
"And we are not afraid of the continuous noise and flames."
"The damage from the fire is not as exaggerated as it is in the novel."
"A vampire will not be attracted to a knotted rope or a tangled net, nor will he be obsessed with untangling it."
"Most importantly, they are not afraid of the Bible and the cross at all."
As she spoke, Narcissa kept a close eye on Alice and Rosalie's expressions, hoping they would use the weaknesses she had mentioned.
Alice was a little envious. "That's so nice. Vampires in your world can eat other foods. We can only drink blood."
"We can't become bats either. That would be so much better; we could fly and hide ourselves much better."
Rosalie noticed Narcissa's intention, but she didn't care, saying, "We don't have those weaknesses either."
She was concerned about something else.
"Can vampires in your world have children?"
Narcissa was somewhat skeptical of her ears, but out of respect for her mistress, she continued, "Of course, they can have Half-blood offspring with humans... tsk... or wizards. But only the most shameless and despicable wizards would mate with vampires; they're mostly Mudblood!"
She suddenly remembered her master and quickly added, "Of course, I'm talking about vampires in our world. They're practically born from a mixture of corpses and filthy bats."
"They were categorized as human beings simply because they could speak human language and were not isolated or even quarantined."
"It's all that damn Logan Stump's fault."
"Any creature with sufficient intelligence to understand the laws of a magical society and to bear some responsibility for the process of making those laws can be called a human."
"That's a joke."
Lessie clapped. "How amazing! In your world, it seems that people who can use magic have formed a society?"
"There are also specific laws. Most importantly, other races have joined in."
Narcissa nodded. "Of course, our British Wizarding World is also at the forefront of the world. Vampires, Werewolf, centaurs, Merpeople, and banshees are all allowed to be members of the Wizarding World as humans. We've even considered talking Troll and Jarvey."