Silan stepped out of the Forbidden Forest and looked up at the sky.
The moonlit night tonight is not clear; it is obscured by clouds from time to time. This kind of weather does not meet the requirements of the second step of the Animagus ritual.
However, Sirius had already told him that he could run a little further away, find a sunny spot, and then take the Mandrake out of his mouth.
Furthermore, after the second step of the ritual is completed, the mixture must be placed in a quiet, dark place to await the storm.
Silan had already chosen a mountain range northeast of Hogwarts, near the coast.
It's just in time to get there.
"Perhaps the weather there is sunny," Silan thought.
Having made up his mind, Silan released Norbert, preparing to ride the dragon and fly over.
Norbert, who had long wanted to roam freely, was overjoyed. He stretched out his wings with delight and exhaled two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils.
"My esteemed master, what are your orders?" Norbert stood on all fours, his massive head bowed, his wings drooping, forming a gentle slope.
Silan climbed up Norbert's wing and onto her back, commanding, "Fly northeast, and stop at the mountains near the coast."
"Understood, Master," Norbert growled in response.
Norbert braced himself on all fours, his massive body leaping into the air. With a powerful flap of his enormous wings, he soared into the sky.
Compared to when he was in first grade, Norbert's body has now swelled several times its original size, almost reaching the height of a castle tower's spire, and his strength has also increased considerably.
Previously, Norbert needed a running start to take off, but now he only needs to jump into the air, spread his wings, and fly into the clouds.
A fierce wind howled past, tearing and whipping Silan's hair and clothes into a chaotic mess.
He waved his wand to create a barrier around himself, which made him feel a little better.
Today, Luo Qi, a young wizard who was watching the excitement at the Hogsmeade Hog's Head, was chatting with Zhuotaer, an old wizard he had met at the pub.
After meeting at a bar, they discovered they lived not far from each other, so they agreed to ride their Broomstick home together.
On the way, the two of them were still discussing with great interest what they had seen at the Hog's Head that day.
"I never expected that the Prewett family still has descendants. But to be honest, the Prewett brothers are truly admirable," the young wizard Luo Qi remarked.
"Yes, it took the Voldemort five Death Eaters to kill them," Zhuotaer recalled. "I guess the child's mother was a Muggle."
Luo Qi nodded in agreement. "Very likely. In the era when the Voldemort was rampant, no Pure-blood wizard would dare to reveal that their partner was a Muggle."
As they chatted, the conversation drifted back to Draco's public acknowledgment of his family.
"To be honest, it really startled me," Zhuotaer said, touching his chest with lingering fear.
"To be honest, the Prewett family and the Malfoy family are indeed related, but I don't know if their generational order is correct." Luo Qi twisted the handle of his Broomstick and flew alongside Zhuotaer.
He only came to Hogsmeade today to buy some things and have a drink, but who knew he would run into so many interesting things.
"That's more than enough," Luo Qi thought happily.
Zhuotaer shook his head with a wry smile. Draco's cry of "brother" had almost shocked him so much that he couldn't catch his breath.
The two were flying straight through the air when they suddenly heard a loud noise behind them.
The sound was like the flapping of wings of some enormous creature.
"What...?" Luo Qi frowned and turned around, his gaze meeting Norbert's as he broke through the clouds.
"Dragon! Or Norwegian Ridgeback!" Zhuotaer's eyes widened instantly, and he roared, "Run!"
Luo Qi's mind went blank, and he stood there stunned until he heard Zhuotaer's roar, which jolted him back to reality.
Dragon?!
How could there be Dragon in the Hogwarts area?
Recalling the ferocious and brutal reputation of the Norwegian Ridgeback, Luo Qi felt a chill run down his spine. He grabbed his Broomstick with both hands and flew forward recklessly.
Zhuotaer was pale, his lips trembled, and he stretched his neck to breathe hard, but he couldn't catch any air.
With trembling hands, he took a bottle of Potions from his shirt pocket and poured it down his throat.
His complexion improved after drinking the Potions.
Damn it, I'm never coming to Hogsmeade again!
Otherwise, you'll die here sooner or later!
Zhuotaer gritted his teeth and charged forward fiercely.
"Master, there are people ahead," Norbert said in a low voice.
Silan glanced ahead and saw two wizards fleeing for their lives. He simply ordered, "Ignore them, fly over there."
Norbert agreed and sped up.
Luo Qi and Zhuotaer noticed that the deadly Dragon had sped up and was charging towards them, which terrified them so much that their hearts were pounding and they felt like their lungs were going to pop out.
We're doomed!
The two cried out in their hearts and closed their eyes in despair.
Any wizard with a modicum of common sense knows that the Norwegian Ridgeback is a rare species of dragon with venomous fangs and is extremely aggressive.
Now that they've been hit by this Dragon in mid-air, there's almost no chance of them surviving.
A fierce gust of wind swept by, the sound of which made Luo Qi and Zhuotaer's eardrums ache, and they suffered from prolonged tinnitus.
Zhuotaer was filled with sorrow. He had thought that one day he might not be able to catch his breath and would die, but he never imagined that he would turn into a pile of dragon dung.
That was such a gruesome death!
Luo Qi roared, "A Lei Sa, I love you!"
The sound was shattered into fragments by the fierce wind as soon as it was uttered, making it impossible to hear clearly.
The two were prepared to face death, but they waited a long time, until the wind died down, and nothing happened.
Luo Qi cautiously opened one eye a crack.
The surroundings were clear and bright, dotted with stars, and the moon hung in the sky, shining like a silver plate. It seemed as if the Dragon that had charged at them was just a non-existent phantom.
Zhuotaer patted his chest hard, trying to catch his breath.
The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously changed direction and began sprinting through the air like madmen.
They ran for quite a while before stopping.
Luo Qi gasped for breath, stammering, "You... did you just see that? There was someone on the dragon's... dragon's back?!"
"You saw it too?" Zhuotaer turned around and glanced back, remaining silent for a long time before tentatively asking, "Don't you think... that person on the dragon's back looks a bit familiar?"
"Too fast, I didn't see clearly. Let's get out of here quickly." Luo Qi looked around warily.
Zhuotaer nodded and sped up.
Norbert led Silan to a mountaintop near the coast and stopped there.
The moonlit night here is clear and bright.
The round moon was reflected on the sea, and the sea breeze stirred the waves, making the moonlight dance like clusters of silver fish.
Silan pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, allowing his mouth to slowly secrete saliva with each breath. Once his mouth was full of saliva, he took out the small Crystal medicine bottle he had prepared beforehand.
After filling a small medicine bottle with saliva, Silan used the tip of her tongue to pick out the Mandrake and put it into the bottle.
After completing this step, Silan used her wand to levitate the small vial, allowing it to receive the pure moonlight, and then placed down a strand of hair and a silver teaspoon of Dew in turn.
Finally, place the Death's-head Hawkmoth Pupa inside.
After sealing the small Crystal vial, Silan placed it in a sturdy little box and buried it under a tree.
He made this box using Alchemy; its greatest advantage is its sturdiness.
Silan made a mark on the big tree and turned to look at the distant sea.
A thin mist rose from the sea and drifted in the wind.
"Now we just have to wait for the storm to come..."