The Shattering of the Great Hall
The morning started with a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight on the chest of every student.
E.g. ：I watched my own sister destroy my daughter's 5th birthday cake, and she smiled.
- 1、The Shattering of the Great Hall
- 2、The Unexpected Protector
- 3、The Magic of the Damned
- 4、The Malfoy Blood-Debt
- 5、A Choice Between Two Deaths
- 6、The Price of Survival
- 7、The Aftermath of the Obsidian Flight
The enchanted ceiling, usually a reflection of the soft morning sky, had turned a bruised, oily purple.
Without warning, the stone rafters groaned and buckled under a weight that shouldn't have existed.
A roar that sounded like grinding metal and dying stars echoed through the halls, paralyzing the youngest years where they sat.
Then, the darkness fell.
A dragon, larger than any Hungarian Horntail and blacker than the deepest void, crashed through the roof.
It didn't breathe fire; it breathed a cold, suffocating mist that turned the air to ice.
Stones flew like shrapnel, and the long house tables were reduced to splinters in seconds.
The Unexpected Protector
The professors moved with practiced precision, their spells lighting up the dust-choked air.
"Kill it!" shouted a voice from the Gryffindor table, as students scrambled toward the exits.
But in the center of the carnage, Draco Malfoy stood perfectly still.
His usual sneer was gone, replaced by a hollow-eyed desperation that made him look decades older.
While others fled, he moved toward the center of the storm, his boots crunching on the debris of his own House table.
His breathing was ragged, a series of sharp, panicked gasps that he couldn't seem to control.
Every time the dragon roared, Draco winced as if the sound were a physical blow to his own ribs.
He reached out a trembling hand, ignoring the jagged scales that sliced into his skin.
The Magic of the Damned
When his palm made contact with the dragon's snout, the creature froze.
A low, guttural whine escaped the beast, a sound so human it made the nearby teachers hesitate.
Draco closed his eyes, his lips moving in a silent, rhythmic chant that no one at Hogwarts had ever heard.
A sickly, emerald glow began to pulse from his skin, flowing into the dragon's open wounds.
This wasn't the healing magic taught in the hospital wing; it was something visceral and ancient.
As the magic took hold, Draco’s own skin began to pale, his vitality visibly draining into the monster.
He wasn't just healing the beast; he was transferring his very life force to keep it breathing.
"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking over the sound of the crumbling masonry. "Not yet. You can't leave me yet."
The Malfoy Blood-Debt
The secret of the Malfoy family was never about pure-blood pride or golden galleons.
It was about a debt signed in blood during the founding of the wizarding world.
The black dragon was not a random intruder; it was the "Aethelgard," the physical manifestation of the Malfoy lineage.
If the dragon died within the walls of Hogwarts, the entire Malfoy bloodline would be extinguished in a single heartbeat.
Draco wasn't protecting a pet, and he wasn't acting as a servant of darkness.
He was a boy who had discovered that his father’s "curse" was actually a living, breathing creature.
The dragon had been poisoned by a faction within the Ministry of Magic to wipe out the "Old Families" in one "accidental" catastrophe.
Lucius Malfoy had been too weak to hold the bond, and the burden had shifted to his son.
A Choice Between Two Deaths
Harry Potter stood a few feet away, his wand leveled at the dragon’s heart, frozen by the sight of his rival.
He saw the way Draco’s blood mingled with the dragon’s black ichor on the floor.
He saw the marks of the same ritual appearing on Draco’s neck—scales beginning to form under his skin.
If the dragon stayed, it would eventually destroy the school.
If Draco saved it, he would be branded a traitor and a practitioner of the darkest arts.
