George and Fred sneaked out of their boring History of Magic class to set off Filibuster Fireworks in the courtyard. A group of young wizards gathered around to watch.
"Bang!"
A firework shot into the sky with a long trail of flame, exploding into a Dragon that flapped its wings and circled above the courtyard.
The spectacular fireworks display drew gasps of amazement from the young wizards around them.
"One more, Weasley!"
"One more Dragon!"
The young wizards watching the spectacle clapped and cheered loudly. The loudest cheer was undoubtedly for the Dragon fireworks.
He clearly really liked this kind of pyrotechnic trick.
The Filibuster Fireworks are a well-known Wizarding World trick firework that does not produce real flames, high temperatures, or burn marks, making it relatively safe even when set off indoors.
The Weasley Twins' collection of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Fireworks can create many lifelike animals, with Dragon being the most popular.
"Are there any more Dragon?" George asked.
Fred rummaged through the bag of fireworks, his eyebrows twitching comically as he made a face. "The last one."
"Then what are we waiting for? Come on over!"
Two people, holding Dragon fireworks, hopped and danced comically, juggling the last Dragon firework around like a circus act, then lit it and tossed it into the air.
"Bang!" The Dragon fireworks exploded.
A huge Dragon with flames burning on its body appeared in the air, flapping its wings and circling.
A fierce dragon roar descended from the sky, stunning many of the young wizards below, who then burst into applause.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
"As expected of Weasley."
"That dragon roar is so realistic!"
George and Fred exchanged a strange look. They often played with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Fireworks, but they had never heard such a realistic dragon roar.
It looks just like the real thing.
Just as their minds were filled with doubt, a shadow suddenly fell, enveloping everyone.
"Oh my god!" someone exclaimed.
The young wizards in the courtyard all stared blankly up at the sky.
A jet-black Dragon Accio rapidly from the horizon, folded its wings and swooped down. Unable to dodge in time, it collided with the Dragon fireworks.
The blazing flames acted like a brush, washing the Dragon's scales until they shone black.
"Look, Fred, it's Silan!"
George, with his sharp eyes, pointed at the figure on the dragon's back and shouted.
Fred jumped up from his spot, put his hands over his eyes like binoculars, and stared wide-eyed at the dragon's back. Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure.
Excitedly, the two of them took off their outer robes and chased after the Dragon, waving their clothes at Silan.
"Look, look! That's our cousin!"
George and Fred shouted proudly, waving their robes as they greeted Silan.
Silan patted Norbert on the head.
It understood immediately, swooping down into the courtyard from the air, then suddenly spreading its wings and taking flight again, heading towards the castle.
The Dragon's wings whipped up a gust of wind, blowing the little wizard's hair in the courtyard into a slicked-back style, making him look quite comical.
George and Fred were both shocked and envious, exclaiming at the same time, "Where did Silan get a Dragon? It would be so much fun to play pranks on it!"
Under the Trapdoor.
"Slow down, slow down. It hurts!"
Ron leaned on Neville, put his arm around the back of his neck and on his shoulder, and limped along, constantly complaining of pain.
Hermione pinched her nose, carefully skirting around the fallen Troll, her voice thick with a nasal tone. "Alright, Ron, your injury will heal if we don't hurry."
Ron shouted angrily, "A sprained ankle hurts a lot! If Silan were here, you certainly wouldn't rush him, would you?"
"Why can't you learn from my friend Neville?"
He patted Neville on the shoulder forcefully, as if to demonstrate their unwavering revolutionary friendship.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Does this guy have the audacity to compare himself to Silan?
If Silan gets hurt, I'll definitely carry him on my back!
"Let's get out of this room first, it stinks horribly." Hermione was clearing away the debris in the path for them. "I'll go to the Flying Keys Room and get a couple of brooms so we can get out."
"Etc!"
Ron suddenly stopped and said seriously, "Listen, what's that sound?"
There was no need to listen quietly, because the ferocious roars and muffled footsteps were getting closer and closer.
The three of them turned to look at the doorway.
A jet-black Dragon crashed in from outside the door; although it had its wings folded, it was still larger than the door frame.
When it forced its way in, it smashed through the door frame.
In an instant, pebbles flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.
But when Norbert spread his wings, a gust of wind tore through the smoke and dust, revealing his glossy black body.
Silan rode high on the dragon's back, like a valiant knight.
Hermione, who missed Silan's Dragon- riding battle the previous night, was immediately captivated by him.
Neville was so shocked he couldn't speak.
Dragon?!
How could there be Dragon at Hogwarts?
Ron glanced left at the shocked and stunned Neville, then right at Hermione, who was practically radiating pink bubbles, and sighed helplessly.
Although it's cool to make an entrance riding a dragon.
But how exactly did he get Norbert inside the Trapdoor?
The three, each with their own thoughts, stared blankly at Silan, none of them able to utter a word.
"Are you hurt?" Silan jumped off Norbert, gave Ron a bottle of pain-relieving Potions, and handed them two Broomstick.
"You guys go ahead on your brooms and take Ron to the Hospital Wing. I'll go help Harry," Silan said to Neville.
Neville nodded almost reflexively.
He now completely believes in Silan's words.
After saying all that, Silan turned to Hermione and asked, "Are you alright, Hermione?"
"N-nothing," Hermione, wiping her face in a flustered manner.
As a result, the black ash she accidentally rubbed off grew bigger and bigger as she tried to wipe it away. When mixed with her skin and hair color, she looked like a calico cat.
Silan waved her wand and cast a "Scourgify" on her, then, after thinking for a moment, cast one on Ron and Neville as well.
Ron thought to himself, "I guess Neville and I are just benefiting from Hermione's fame..."
After doing all that, Silan jumped onto Norbert's back and headed towards the back room.
The challenges in these rooms posed no difficulty for him, and with Norbert's help, they made it through without any obstacles.
Snape slipped into the last room.
At this moment, Harry was confronting Quirrell, while Dumbledore was hiding in the shadows nearby, watching to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring.
"You've come, Severus."
Dumbledore winked at Snape and moved aside to make room for him.
Snape refused to stand next to him, deliberately keeping a meter's distance between them.
He had always disapproved of Dumbledore's method of putting Harry in danger to hone his skills, which angered him somewhat.
Dumbledore didn't mind, and moved closer to Snape, stopping just before he touched Snape's shoulder.
"Are they alright?"
"Miss Granger is alright."
Snape deliberately ignored Ron and Neville; in his view, they were at best Hermione's accessories.
He stared intently at Harry and Quirrell, his hand, hidden beneath his robes, gripping his wand tightly.
"They are all excellent." Dumbledore stroked his beard and winked at Snape. "They are all good boys."
Snape turned his head away from him and quietly moved a little further away.
Two people, one in black and one in white, stood together.
Dumbledore relaxed and natural, while Snape was somewhat nervous.
He twirled his wand with his thumb, glanced towards the doorway, and wondered, "Where did Prewett go?"
Snape shook his head, just about to suppress the thought in his mind, when he suddenly heard a dragon's roar.
He immediately turned to look at Dumbledore, his eyes asking, "What's going on?"
Dumbledore blinked innocently at him, answering with his eyes: I don't know either.
As Potions Master, Snape was naturally very knowledgeable and recognized the sound as that of Dragon.
The question is, how could Hogwarts have Dragon?