The Threat to the World-Harry Potter?

"Then why don't you grow wings when you compete? That would be so cool!" Ron blinked, his eyes full of longing.

If he could transform—no, Dragonification —he would definitely want to do it to his heart's content in such a grand setting!

Let everyone see his heroic figure.

Draco and Neville nodded in agreement.

He expressed his confusion.

Only Ginny scratched her head in confusion, thinking, "What's so cool about this?!"

"Didn't any of you notice what I did before I Dragonification?"

"Uniform?" Ginny, the only one who was sober, guessed.

Harry nodded. "Yes, it's a uniform."

It's too sturdy.

Even after falling from a height of several hundred feet, it and the Champion inside remained unharmed.

Therefore, during a competition, large items like wings simply cannot grow unless they are located on an exposed part of the body like the head.

"Will we ever see each other again?" Draco suddenly asked, reluctant to part.

"Yes, this talisman was originally meant to connect the vision of dragons and humans. You transformed into a dragon because of the Norwegian Ridgeback, right?"

But it won't stay in the Forbidden Forest forever.

"If the third match has nothing to do with the fire dragon, then what kind of magic is this?" Neville added.

"Hey hey hey!" Before Harry could answer, Ron waved his hand, looking nonchalant. "Have you all forgotten that Harry has Nether Dragon?"

He can connect with it completely.

That would be even cooler and more impressive.

Harry looked at Ron with surprise. "Ron's idea is good."

But Draco and Neville, you've got it wrong.

My transformation doesn't necessarily mean I have to connect with the fire dragon.

My body and magic have both recorded the process of change.

Even without Lyle, I could do it alone.

In an empty classroom on the third floor of Hogwarts.

Before a magnificent full-length mirror, Dumbledore, hailed as the greatest white wizard, stood and murmured to himself.

It was as if someone in the mirror was talking to him.

However, in that clear mirror, there was only himself.

If a professional alchemist were present, they would find that the mirror has no trace of magic or Alchemy.

In other words, Dumbledore at this moment is like a schizophrenic in Muggle psychology.

However, only Dumbledore himself knew that he did not have any hysteria.

Although, apart from himself, all other wizards with high levels of magic and Alchemy would conclude that he was insane upon seeing this scene.

In his own vision, in that ordinary mirror, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

The figure lay on the soft armchair, the once sharp lines on his face now softened.

Her once slender and slender body has become plump and rounded.

The eight-pack abs I used to touch in the office a while ago have been replaced by my full, protruding pregnant belly.

Yes, he is currently communicating with Grindelwald in a way that transcends the existing realm of magic.

This relies on a deep, emotional connection he shares with Grindelwald.

It was born in the summer of 1899 and was supposed to break apart in 1945 with a formal split.

It also has another name— the Blood Pact.

It is born of blood and moves from the heart.

Rather than saying it resides within two silver bottles.

It's more accurate to say that it relies on an agreement that will never harm the other party or betray oneself.

Because of love, there is pride and naivety.

It is poison, an inviolable contract.

But, after that ridiculous Blood Pact bottle shattered,

The two gently touched each other's hearts.

After that resolute statement, "Who will love you now, Dumbledore?"

A new connection, one that disgusted him yet somehow brought him a vague sense of joy, was born.

He can feel everything about himself whenever he wants.

He never activated this connection.

For over forty years, they have been each other's prisoners.

It has never been acknowledged.

But recently, the birth of that new life forced him to face the reality.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he could almost hear the fetal movements, as fresh as the morning dew of spring.

In today's match, he also let go of that connection.

Thus, this long-awaited conversation took place.

"A new change has occurred in the boy you love."

"Stay away from Harry! You need to understand why I allow this kind of connection to exist!"

"You allow it to be born because of love. Because in the beginning we had no intention of hurting each other."

Even that duel was the same.

We all know! The Blood Pact has never been broken!

"No, I really wanted to kill you back then."

"But you never intended to live alone, did you?"

"That's because you possess the Elder Wand. Your thinking is too radical. You're too dangerous for this world!"

Why isn't the Elder Wand responding to my magic?

Because I lost.

Deep down, there's something more important than the world: my ideals. Perhaps you're even more important.

You were the same. Weren't you? In that duel, you had no defense whatsoever.

You want me to kill you? And then I'll give up?

"I knew you would." Dumbledore stroked the mirror, his gaze shifting from soft to resolute. "But Harry is different."

He is more important than you, and more important than me.

"He's dangerous. I've never seen such a perfect wizard."

Through your eyes, I see a threat to our world.

That magic was both sacred and evil.

Chaos, yet full of order.

His physical body, too, was imbued with the Phoenix's magic, granting him an exceptional aptitude for magic.

Just like the Phoenix Feather Wand can cast the most types of magic.

The dragon's magic imbued his body with violence originating from ancient times.

Ordinary talismans were like a gentle breeze to him.

What's even more terrifying is that all these complicated things didn't appear chaotic on him.

Instead, they were combined in an orderly manner.

And it grows with every breath he takes.

Don't talk to me about his kindness.

He has an evil and chaotic nature.

My gut feeling tells me that if he wanted to, he could become a far more dangerous Dark Wizard than that juggling boy you described."

"But you also can't deny that he has a pure and kind soul. That holy and sacred magic is not fake."

"But you also said that because of that pretty boy's existence, he has eternal life."

When you and I leave this world, who can guarantee that it won't deteriorate with the passage of time?

You need to understand, this is the world our child will live in. Is he more important than our child?

"You don't have to leave. You should have memorized Karkaroff's curse model, right?"

If you want, you can obtain immortality through it.

With you here, I believe our world will be safe and sound.

"And what about you?"

"You should understand that I should have died long ago. I should have died in the summer of 1899."

"Why should I live in a world without you?" Those angry words fell from view.

The figure also disappeared from his retina.

That connection has once again fallen silent.

Just like it has been for the past forty-odd years.