September 1, 1890.
On a mountaintop in the Scottish Highlands, Will pushed open a stone door and stepped out of the low Stone House.
He had been in this era for some time. Suspecting the time had not yet come, he visited Hogwarts every few days.
"Yawn—" Will let out a huge yawn. He had stayed up too late reading last night and slept until the afternoon. Today was the day for another visit to Hogwarts.
Will thought about it. Today seemed to be the first day of school, when another batch of "little" wizards would arrive at Hogwarts.
Just as he was about to leave, a shadow blotted out the sunlight. Puzzled, Will looked up and saw something startling—a red Dragon weaving through the clouds at high speed.
Will frowned. Were wizards in this era really so carefree? They let a Dragon parade across the Scottish Highlands?
Or was it wild? Could I use it for research?
With that thought, Will used Apparition to follow it. It seemed to be a Norwegian Ridgeback. Keeping his distance under a Disillusionment Charm, Will spotted a Collar around its neck. Clearly, it was no wild Dragon.
Will hovered in midair, watching the red Dragon twist through the clouds as countless thoughts raced through his mind.
A Dragon in the Scottish Highlands was hardly ordinary. Before Will could think further, he spotted a tiny black speck in the distance. It looked like a Flying Carriage.
As it drew closer, Will saw the Thestrals pulling it. This was a Hogwarts Thestral carriage.
The Dragon unleashed a deafening roar, opened its jaws, and lunged at the carriage, biting off half of it.
Will saw two people inside, both visibly panicked.
One was Professor Fig, Hogwarts's current Magical Theory professor, whom Will had learned about during