Demon Hunter Is Born (Bonus Chapter)

The second week of February.

After more than two weeks of tireless effort, Skylar's research finally yielded some results.

He had calculated a specific celestial day and entered the Suitcase Space alone.

The sky in the space was enchanted with Weather Charm, and a sun and a moon appeared simultaneously. This was not a celestial phenomenon created through illusion Mahoutokoro, but a magic that connected to real celestial phenomena in the outside world; the energy of the sun and moon both came from real celestial bodies.

On a barren, desolate patch of land, Skylar drew a very complex magic circle on the ground.

At the center of the magic circle was the specimen of the Ancient Divine Dragon that Gulana had sent him. Although the Ancient Divine Dragon had been dead for hundreds of millions of years, its powerful bloodline had not completely dried up. When the International Confederation of Wizards unearthed this specimen, it took three legendary-level treasures to successfully seal away the remaining trace of magic. Of course, this was all what Skylar had heard from Gulana; she hadn't mentioned a word about the true identities or appearances of those three treasures.

At this moment, in Skylar's Magic Eye, the specimen was still emitting a barely perceptible fluctuation of magical energy. If Skylar hadn't specifically used his Magic Eye to observe it closely, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect its presence. But even this insignificant fluctuation was enough to make Buckbeak and Silver Fang, who had been playing nearby, feel deeply uneasy and run as far away as possible. Fortunately, the Suitcase Space spacious enough that they had already disappeared from sight.

Skylar took a deep breath and began chanting in the Ancient Dragon Language. With each syllable he uttered, thunder suddenly roared in the once clear and cloudless sky, followed by a sudden surge of wind and clouds. Large swaths of white clouds, as if imbued with sentience, were slowly driven by the invisible wind above Skylar's magical ritual, rolling up layer upon layer around an invisible center.

At the center of the "cloud eye," only the blue sky, a sun, and a moon remained. The afterglow of the two celestial bodies passed through the "cloud eye" and fell upon the ground where the ritual patterns were inscribed.

"When the Fiery Dragon's eye opened, the Ice Dragon's pupil closed; when the sun and moon were high in the sky, the Fiery Dragon returned to its lair, and the Ice Dragon found its home..."

At that moment, the sun and moon in the sky seemed to be stimulated in some way, and became even brighter.

"The bones of your ancestors, donated unintentionally, can allow your descendants to be reborn..."

The Ancient Divine Dragon specimen suddenly emitted a dazzling light, instantly shattering the sealing magic placed upon it. The magical energy emanating from it erupted and was absorbed by the magic circle on the ground. The Ancient Divine Dragon specimen visibly turned to ashes and vanished into the air.

"The host's flesh, donated voluntarily, can allow your possessed spirit to be reborn..."

Suddenly, the pure silver dagger slid from Skylar's sleeve into his hand. He frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, and used the dagger to carve a bloody chunk of flesh from his right arm, tossing it into the magic circle. At that moment, the thunder in the sky grew louder, the clouds thickened, and strangely, the sun slowly turned purplish-black, its warm sunlight gradually dimming, while the moon turned blood red, its cold moonlight growing ever brighter. Within the magic circle, Skylar's flesh withered and died at a visible speed, slowly turning into excrement and merging with the earth.

"The blood of your own kind, forced upon you, can resurrect your enemies..."

With his left hand, Skylar took out the active dragon blood that Mr. Slughorn had given him, shook it gently, and at the same time poured a large amount of magic power into the dragon blood through the bottle. The dragon blood slowly boiled and made a sizzling sound. With a gentle toss, he threw the entire bottle of dragon blood into the magic circle.

Clang!

A crisp sound of a bottle shattering rang out.

The magic circle was fully activated.

Suddenly, all the Magic Runes on the ground lit up, and a ferocious crimson light filled the entire space, making it look like hell. Faint, enigmatic murmurs echoed from the void, intermittent yet enough to send chills down one's spine.

Skylar glanced at his watch; both the sun and moon were at 12 o'clock. He quickly raised his wand, focusing all his attention on the spell he was about to cast, and shouted in a deep voice, "Expecto Patronum!"

A large amount of silvery-white light mist erupted from the tip of the wand like a geyser, transforming into wisps of silvery-white light in mid-air, which wove together to form the shape of Dragon. The silvery-white Dragon pounced and stood in the center of the magic circle, raising its majestic head and letting out a long, powerful roar. The whole process took only a brief moment.

At that moment, the sun and the moon in the sky overlapped.

A bolt of lightning, bright enough to plunge the surroundings into darkness for a moment, descended from the sky, accompanied by a thunderous roar like an explosion, and struck the silver- Dragon directly!

"Awaken! Ancient Dragon Soul!"

The silver- Dragon Patronus emitted a dazzling light, and the silver-white mist surrounding it was slowly drawn into its body. The dragon's body solidified and materialized at a visible speed—fine dragon scales grew out one by one, and various patterns appeared on the scales. The dragon horns on its head slowly turned from silver-white to golden yellow, and the wide-open dragon eyes slowly reflected spiritual pupils!

Silver-white... no, it can no longer be called a silver- Dragon...

There wasn't a single silvery-white spot on its body anymore; its scales shimmered with iridescent colors, it had a pair of long, pointed golden horns on its head, a crimson Dragon Eyes, a deep blue Dragon Eyes, and a gracefully shaped dragon Dragon Tail that split into several forks like a peacock's tail, each forked with eye-like patterns.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Skylar took out a bottle of Potions he had prepared beforehand with his left hand, and poured the whole bottle into his mouth. The flesh and blood on the wound on his right arm grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it quickly returned to normal without leaving a scar. There was no indication that this part of his arm had ever been injured.

The Dragon stared intently at Skylar. It was just beginning to develop its senses and was completely ignorant of everything in the world. It only felt a mysterious bond with Skylar.

Skylar knew it was still waiting for him. At this moment, it was like a blank sheet of paper, not yet wise enough to understand its relationship with him, nor did it know how to deal with him. Therefore, he had to take the initiative.

Skylar stepped forward, gently stroking the Dragon's neck. Looking directly into Dragon eyes, he said in a deep voice, "I am Skylar Malfoy. You were once my Patronus, the embodiment of my soul. But from this day forward, you possess your own consciousness. You are no longer my subordinate, but my partner!"

"My comrade—" Skylar gazed intently at the Dragon, Dragon gently touched Skylar outstretched hand with its head, as if it understood. "Would you fight alongside me, and soar through this world together?"

The Dragon uttered syllables in the Ancient Dragon Language, which Skylar understood to mean "as I wish."

"Very well," Skylar's voice rose higher, and he proclaimed, "Then, in the name of your host, Skylar, I bestow upon you the name—"