Hephaestus

The wind leaves its mark, the wild goose leaves its cry.

The same is true of wizards' names.

The names of some powerful wizards are even suddenly 'remembered'—even when those names are no longer recorded in history.

Harry did the same; when Ryan absorbed and studied a portion of the power within him, and even installed surveillance on him, he replicated some of Ryan's traits.

Ryan's magic is a unique power honed through 'thinking', containing countless pieces of information.

With this magic, no one can take away Ryan's memories.

This is based on the magic forged from Ryan's belief that the self is built upon all of a person's experiences.

Conversely, Ryan can also easily add information to a person's mind.

The same is true of Grindelwald's precognitive dreams.

Harry had just glimpsed that name directly through his wizard.

Of course, this was with Ryan's permission; Hagrid gave him a push while he was in a daze.

And so, when that great name was uttered once more, the Forbidden Forest came to life.

To Harry and the others' astonishment, Hagrid moved about without any wind, his messy hair flying wildly in all directions.

Arasped, who was in the corner, climbed down from the spider web in the corner and lay prostrate on the ground.

From an angle unseen by Harry and his friends, in the Forbidden Forest, Acromantula, Unicorn, Niffler, Bowtruckle, Fwooper, Fairies, Goblin, Thestral, and even the most proud centaurs who would rather be reduced to beasts than share human identity with creatures like she-devils and vampires, all bowed their heads under some inexplicable force.

It was a power that was like a loving father, majestic and peaceful.

And now, this power is surging within Hagrid.

Hagrid opened his eyes, but he still felt like he had an 'eyelid'.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, he 'opened' his eyes.

Everything in the Forbidden Forest, the appearance of the Care of Magical Creatures saluting in various poses, and that innate sense of dominance gradually awakened in his heart.

Boom!

Hagrid panicked and closed his eyes; the connection was lost.

The Care of Magical Creatures in the Forbidden Forest shook their heads if they had heads, and stretched out their limbs if they didn't, returning to their original forms.

However, a sliver of clarity emerged in their chaotic hearts.

"I just—" Hagrid looked at his hands, which contained a power that could control all things.

He had a delusion that if he wanted, he could even give life to the clouds in the sky briefly and then bring them under his control.

Even the enemy's magic!

"I must be crazy," Hagrid couldn't help but shake his head.

"Hagrid, have you ever heard of titles like King of the Forbidden Forest, Controller of Giant Creatures, Mentor in the Dark Forest, Dragon Lord?" Harry was the first to come to his senses; those titles had inexplicably been etched into his mind.

"No, but it feels familiar." Hagrid tentatively reached out towards the fireplace.

"Hello! My master." The firelight flickered, outlining the shape of eyes and a mouth in the center.

"It's alive!" Ron, who was the second to come to his senses, saw this scene as soon as he woke up and was so frightened that he backed away.

"Harry, what did you just see?" Draco keenly connected the dots.

"I saw it," Harry recounted the vision.

"That was at least a thousand years ago!"

"The dragon you just described is clearly an ancient species."

"Its name is Nether Dragon. Its name comes from the fact that no wizard has ever been able to save their life from it."

"Its information is known only because those lucky ones happened to encounter it in a daze."

"Red scales, a neck covered in golden mane, and black-gold eyes. That's right, it's Nether Dragon."

"I wish I could see it like you Harry," Hagrid said wistfully, a hint of envy in his voice.

"That might be the title of your ancestor."

"No wonder we became friends so naturally." Draco made a face.

He made a joke about his outdated view of judging people solely by their bloodline.

"Definitely."

"Harry's dreams are never wrong!"

"Harry, you absolutely must choose Divination Class next year when you choose your courses." Ron nodded with pride.

It was as if he himself possessed that wondrous ability.

"Divination?"

"That Trelawney is an old liar—that's Professor McGonagall's exact words," Hagrid said after much deliberation.

"It's understandable that Professor McGonagall doesn't believe these things, after all, she's such a—" Ron didn't say the last three words, but judging from his lip movements, he clearly meant "old-fashioned."

"Indeed, Harry's talent is so amazing that if we weren't his friends and his Prophecy hadn't been proven true in our eyes, we would most likely have thought Harry was just an old fraud," Draco added.

"Then I'll take Divination Class next year?" Harry asked, his face full of longing.

In his mind, after taking Divination Class, he had mastered the ability to Prophecy. No matter where Voldemort ran, he couldn't escape his precognitive dreams. Finally, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Dumbledore and Professor Riddle unleashed two Avada Kedavra, bringing Voldemort's evil deeds to an end.

"Harry! Harry!" Ginny waved her hand in front of Harry's eyes.

"Harry, what did you dream about this time?"

"You dreamed about Voldemort?"

"What kind of extinct dragon did you dream about again?" Harry asked, and Ron, Draco, Hagrid approached him as he came to his senses.

"It's nothing, I was just spacing out." Harry smiled shyly.

"Sigh." Except for Ginny, Hagrid and the other two sighed in unison in disappointment.

"Oh, right, Harry, there's also the Arithmancy, don't forget to choose it," Draco quickly added.

"Well, I wasn't bad at math back in elementary school." Harry slapped the table, recalling those lonely days when math was his only companion. —Because of Dudley, no one dared to be his friend.

He suddenly realized that his efforts in studying the Potions recipes in "The Forging of a Mighty Heart" might also be due to the lingering hostility from Dudley in his heart.

He wouldn't allow himself to lose to Dudley, that old jerk, a guy he hated just as much as Darth Vader.

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy."

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Dad's here!" After Harry came to his senses again, the other three, except for Ginny, had already gathered around the fireplace, eager for something new.

"I have no name." The flame trembled slightly, bewildered, and the firewood inside crackled.

"Hephaestus is the name of the god of fire, so I will call you Hephaestus," Hagrid said kindly, adding a handful of firewood to the flames.

"I'll give Hagrid a try."

"Hephaestus, come here, open your mouth." Ron squatted in front of the fireplace and stuffed another handful of firewood inside.