Breaking the Ban, Dragon Feast

The door was kicked open.

A pale-faced boy with platinum blonde hair burst into the house.

Draco Malfoy.

The deep green light at the tip of Hermione's wand gradually faded.

She looked at her friend with a hint of resentment. "Can't you knock? I thought I'd been caught."

If someone is caught illegally raising dragons, it will inevitably leave a stain on their record.

That was a situation Miss Granger absolutely did not want to see.

Admittedly, the Platinum Young Master almost gave her a heart attack.

Malfoy merely pursed his lips, his gaze lingering on the Young Dragon out of the corner of his eye.

"Norwegian Ridgeback?"

Under his gaze, the Young Dragon shrank into a ball and kept retreating.

The newly hatched dragon didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of Malfoy, as if it had seen its natural enemy.

"Tch... weak creature."

Malfoy offered a fair assessment with a dismissive air.

Having encountered a fortuitous event in the Little World of Famine, he became Dragon Druid and can now transform into an ultimate legendary dragon with a wingspan of nearly 100 meters.

Under these circumstances, his curiosity about "dragons" gradually diminished.

Don't worry.

Malfoy gave Neville, who seemed lost in thought, a hug, and then patted Hermione on the shoulder. "My family has a dragon farm in Germany, so it's no big deal if we get caught."

His aura of wealth and power was unmistakable as he chatted and laughed.

Neville and Hermione stared at each other.

Although from a technical standpoint, they could easily acquire most of the world's wealth and easily climb onto the Forbes Personal Wealth Ranking through the methods passed down by Professor Wang Yan.

But many things require time and the accumulation of experience.

Just look at Malfoy and you'll know.

The "illegal dragon-raising incident" that terrifies them is nothing to them.

The Malfoy family had Legal Dragon Breeding License.

"I'm here because there's something I need to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, Neville put down his Rock Cake, and Hermione sat up straight.

In the Little World of Famine, the four have developed the habit of holding "War Council".

Every single issue that "needs to be discussed" is closely related to their life or death.

"Should I go and call Harry?"

Neville stood up, wiggled his chubby body, and drew his wand from his waist. "I've recently improved my Apparitions; it only takes me two minutes to go back and forth."

Transformation?

Malfoy's eyes showed a hint of doubt. "Didn't the Ministry of Magic put Tracking Charm on the wands of underage wizards?"

When Neville first entered the school, the Fiendfyre Curse he cast in full view of everyone was detected by the Ministry of Magic.

Hogwarts spent a great deal of time and effort negotiating with the Ministry of Magic before finally resolving the matter.

As for...

Why weren't the spells cast by the Survival Quartet in the world of Don't Starve detected by the Ministry of Magic?

Malfoy couldn't even be bothered to spend half a second thinking about such a ridiculous question.

How could those incompetent people at the Ministry of Magic detect Professor Wang Yan's wrist?

According to Harry's test results, even Albus Dumbledore, the so-called "greatest White Wizard in the world," was unable to observe that period of time in the Pensieve's unguarded memories.

It was as if that unforgettable 360-day Survival Experience simply did not exist outside the four people's memories.

Hearing Malfoy's question, Neville simply shrugged. "This is Hermione's achievement. You and Harry have both made progress during this time, and we can't stand still..."

The Survival Experience of more than 300 days changed Neville's personality a lot.

Even though he still can't be considered an extrovert, the "timid" factor has been completely eliminated.

In the Little World of Famine, Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy had countless conversations about this before finally instilling the concept of "the more fearful you are, the closer you are to death" into Neville's mind.

At least now, Neville is more calm and composed than the average person.

Before Malfoy could ask, Hermione Miss Granger, having resolved the minor restriction in the wand, smiled slightly.

A mocking smile appeared on her smooth, freckle-free face. "The Ministry of Magic is just a bunch of bureaucrats."

"Their technology is terrible. I cracked that level of tracking spell in just three class breaks."

This is good news; at least Malfoy doesn't have to worry about being held accountable for using illegal spells.

In the midst of their conversation, he tossed his wand to the academically gifted girl. "Help me deal with this too."

There's nothing particular about it or how much I care.

As comrades who had gone through many life-or-death situations together, the four of them had long been accustomed to sharing food, water, and knowledge.

Hermione nodded slightly. "It can be done in fifteen minutes."

Neville, who was standing nearby, was about to wave his wand to use Apparition, but Malfoy stopped him by reaching out.

"No need to waste magic."

As Draco Malfoy spoke, he gently rubbed the Coiled Dragon Ring on his finger, the icy blue frost magic shimmering with a hint of emerald light brushing against it.

Whoosh!

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, a disheveled, green-eyed boy appeared before everyone.

Harry Potter.

Hermione's beautiful eyes widened, and she gasped. "This Space Ring can actually be inhabited?"

She knew exactly how high a level of magical skill was required to obtain such an item!

Merlin above...

Professor Wang Yan's thought process is simply incomprehensible; he would just casually give away such a rare and precious item!

Neville, on the other hand, had little knowledge of creating magical items, so while he found it amazing, he wasn't particularly surprised.

"Yes, there is air, water and food in the Coiled Dragon Ring."

Malfoy looked at Harry with disdain. "After getting the headmaster's permission, I practically emptied the Room of Requirement of all the books, and then returned them after he finished reading them."

At this point, Malfoy covered his forehead and took a deep breath. "Isn't there any way to fix your naturally curly hair?"

He felt that Harry looked better with his original bald head.

Harry put down his book and said seriously, "There's nothing I can do. I've tried shaving it myself a few times, and it usually grows back after a good night's sleep."

After he finished speaking, Harry finally noticed the Norwegian Ridgeback in the room.

His throat bobbed up and down, and his eyes showed a hint of excitement. "It's incredibly nourishing!"

Hermione subtly stepped between the Young Dragon and Harry: "This is Hagrid's personal possession. Are you sure you want to eat it?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of hesitation appeared on Harry's face.

A moment later, he asked Malfoy for a syringe and a test tube, and drew a few drops of blood from the Young Dragon.

The larvae of the vast majority of organisms in the world have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

The ferocious Norwegian Ridgeback was surprisingly docile and submissive when faced with Harry's attack, not even spitting out a single Mars.

"We can breed clones ourselves and make All-Dragon Banquet."

Strictly speaking, the technology for simply replicating and cloning meat is not very advanced.

After taking NZT48, Harry only glanced at Hermione's Muggle Basic Science Manual and was quite certain that he could clone an edible Young Dragon.