By then, Hermione and Allen had already reached the new Dragon Farm on the slope beside Hagrid's Hut. Hermione had just finished answering Hagrid's question when Allen's voice sounded in the depths of her mind. A moment later, he suddenly took hold of her arm, and at the same time, he lowered her presence. The surrounding wizards could no longer notice her, and the two of them slipped out of class just like that.
The heavy smell of sulfur kept the two of them from focusing on anything but the Dragon Farm. Among the Dragons, three enormous ones drew the eye most of all. In fact, all of them belonged to Luna, and had been fostered here so she could occasionally come over for amusement.
The most conspicuous of them was Red Dragon Lassie. Of the three, the little fellow that had originally been the youngest had now truly become the biggest. From afar, it looked like a small volcano covered in magma. Its deep-red scales gleamed moistly in the sunlight, overlaid with smooth, dark-gray patterns that made them seem even heavier and harder. The frill around its neck and the edges of its wings had already taken on some of the purplish gray that should only have appeared on an adult dragon, and its pair of proud eyes were crimson, like blazing lava.
Drogon, whose body was just as huge, had folded its wings beside Lassie. There was no doubt that Drogon's frame had also grown even larger, just not to Lassie's exaggerated degree. Its thick scales had become darker, while the hide around the base of the Black Dragon's horns and its cheekbones had molted into an even deeper shade, giving it a skull-like look.
Drogon lowered its dragon head and half narrowed its eyes, slyly watching the