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HP - Chapter 351: A Dangerous Melody
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
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Chapter 351: A Dangerous Melody
“The hot guy is gone!” Lyra exclaimed.
“Who was that? Or… the other people, who are they?” Ginny commented.
“I mean, one of them looks a lot like Harry, and the others…”
“They are all Harry Potter, though,” Luna said with confidence.
“All of them?” Astoria asked.
“Luna, what are you talking about? One of them is clearly a girl,” Lyra said.
“Are you sure about this?” Daphne asked Luna, and she nodded.
“They all have… the same feeling. It’s hard to explain, but they all feel the same. I know they are all the same person.”
The others stared at Luna with wide eyes. She rarely spoke with this much focus in her expression. Usually, she seemed distracted or in a daze.
“You know something,” Lyra noticed that Daphne didn’t look too surprised by all the strange stuff happening today.
“It’s not for me to say,” Daphne answered her.
“So you’re saying they’re all like… different versions of Harry or something?” Ginny was getting used to weird things happening, but this was truly new.
“That’s exactly what they are,” Daphne felt she could say at least that much.
“Even the girl? Or that hot guy who disappeared? That can’t be right…” Lyra said.
“Yes, and you might want to stop calling him ‘hot guy’... he was technically your brother too,” Daphne pointed out.
“I’m starting to think she has a problem…” Ginny looked at her friend with concern.
“Ahh! What’s wrong with me?!” Lyra panicked.
“Lyra…” ‘Harry’ looked at her with worry.
“It worked! It actually worked!” Professor Silverbell was jumping around with joy.
Not just Hadrian, but also the remnants of the huge dragon and its nest had all vanished without a trace.
“You weren’t sure at all that it was going to work, were you?” Neville glanced back at the professor.
“So, he went back home?” the Tall Harry asked.
“Yes, definitely! My tools can’t detect any trace of his presence,” the gnome assured him.
The four remaining dragons continued to struggle, trying to free themselves from their restraints.
Neville had to pour a lot more magic into the transfiguration to reinforce the chains.
“Oi!” he shouted back at them. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m still holding four bloody giant dragons! Do you mind speeding this up?”
“Don’t worry, mate. I already found mine,” the Tall Harry walked ahead and pointed to the Hungarian Horntail on the far left. “Can you let that one go for me?”
“Great.” Neville brought the dragon closer and removed its bounds. “Good luck.”
“You have a plan, don’t you?” Skinny Harry asked.
The other one gave him a confident thumbs up. “Yeah, I got this. I was the best in my class at Defensive Music.” He said before turning around to face the dragon, wand in hand.
“Did he say music?” Skinny Harry thought he might’ve heard wrong.
“I hope he’s not planning on soothing the dragon with a song… because that’s going to end badly,” Victoria commented.
“Defensive music…” Neville repeated. An idea popped into his head.
The Tall Harry held his wand up, and it transformed into a long wooden flute with runic marks over its surface. He brought it to his lips and began to play. It was a soft, calm sound.
The dragon did not seem affected by the soothing music and began to approach.
“What is he doing? My comment before was merely a jest,” Victoria said.
“Should we do something?” Skinny Harry asked.
“No! You must not intervene in the task, no matter what. This is of utmost importance!” Professor Silverbell ordered with authority. The truth was, he was also worried. He wasn’t sure what to do if one of them failed the task completely.
“Relax… he’s not going to fail,” Neville could guess what they were all thinking right now. “Do none of you feel the intense magic being emitted by that flute?”
“Magic? I can’t see anything,” Victoria said.
“No? Well… neither does the dragon,” Neville said. “Since it’s already surrounded.”
It was then that Dumbledore noticed it too. “By Merlin! I’ve never heard of such magic.”
The previously soothing melody began to change and transformed into something a lot more aggressive as the tempo sped up.
They could all see it now with their naked eyes. Hundreds of light orbs floated in the air around the dragon.
The beast panicked and tried to attack them with its sharp teeth and claws.
Harry’s flute made a sudden strident sound. The color of the orbs shifted from yellow to red, and they morphed into sharp objects, before they began to assault the dragon from all sides.
They didn’t inflict serious damage, due to the dragon’s resistant scales, but it was more than enough to keep it busy.
Harry did not stop moving for a second as he continued to play his flute, and soon, he was standing in front of the egg’s nest.
“He actually did it!” Skinny Harry celebrated.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before…” Victoria was truly surprised by the music demonstration.
Harry secured the golden egg under his arm while keeping his magic in effect and began making his way back.
The dragon was unable to do anything under the constant assault of his magic.
Only when he reached the starting position with the egg in his possession and completed the task did Harry stop playing.
As soon as he did, the red lights disappeared, and the dragon collapsed. It was still alive, but covered in bleeding wounds.
