Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Dragon

“Yes, a huge black one.” “How do you know?” “That dog has one disgusting imagination – he had this fantasy that he was riding the dragon whilst it was burning everything in its path.” “Draco” it slipped out before I realised. “So…you know this dragon?” Before I could stop it a memory popped up and I was not fast enough. “Oh,” He laughed, “you KNOW him.” I coughed silently, that was the only thing I could do. “Damn girl, you do like the bad ones, huh?”

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

The dragon wasn't harming the new student and she was standing in front of it. " Do I know you?" Minerva asked. The sudden appearance of a dragon because of her was something she couldn't fathom. Taking few steps towards it, the dragon went on its knees, making itself comfortable as Minerva rubbed its rough skin like stones. The dragon sniffed her and used it's nose to push her a little and Minerva giggled. She hadn't seen a dragon once in her entire life but this one was fascinating. It's height and size alone covered a large part of the field.

someone spoke. others are whispering it is the first time they ever saw something like that. "It is not a snake...it has a dragon scale on its tail," the professor said. "I think I know what it is" Walt spoke entering the class. "Why did you enter my class without permission," Harper said annoyed. "it's Garina" Walt said ignoring Harper. "what the hell ....Garina is the most powerful dragon in history ..and you say this small creature looking like a snake is garina?" Harper asked angrily.

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

“His name is Toothclaw. - Claw... what? - Kertarets, who had just looked at the dragon with envy, burst out laughing. - This is ... this is a fiend of darkness and death ... a-ha-ha ... Toothclaw ?! The skeleton bobbed its skull with its empty glowing eye sockets in a funny way and wagged its bony tail like a big dog. "Um," Eitin sighed. - Fiona came up with it as soon as she saw it. But he heard and now only responds like that. The dragon clanged its jaws with impressive teeth in agreement and rubbed its forehead against the owner's shoulder. “You can go crazy…” I summed up. - It seemed to me that elemental magicians do not associate with necromancy.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”