Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Chapter 218 Thunderbird + Lanlong =?

After the Christmas vacation, time seems to have suddenly sped up. In a few months, the seventh-year students of Hogwarts will bid farewell to school and enter the society, becoming a glorious social creature. However, more graduates cannot be found. to work.

The average lifespan of wizards is very long, and there are many wizards who are still active on the front line in their eighties or nineties. If you don’t go abroad after graduation and just stay in England, the employment rate of Hogwarts graduates will even be low. to less than thirty percent.

In a place as big as England, how can there be so many positions allocated to fresh graduates? The total number of resident wizards in England is only three thousand, which is not as large as a Muggle town.

This vague uneasiness did not disappear as the winter went and the snow melted, but it had little impact on Harry. After all, for Harry, even if he did not have a rich godfather or a considerable inheritance left by his parents, He can easily choose a position in the magic world just by relying on his true talent and knowledge.

Not everyone can endure boring study day after day like him.

Dormitory - Auditorium - Classroom - Clock Chamber - Professor's Club, Harry, who lived among these five points every week, gave up all social and entertainment time. Even for the battle group's training, he only took one day every weekend to go there. Relax your body and relieve the mental fatigue caused by high-pressure study.

After the special tutoring session at the Transfiguration Club over the weekend, Harry had a whole afternoon to relax. Compared with studying, exercising does not require the use of brains. With only muscle memory, Harry can still be half asleep and half awake. In this state, every drop of sweat in the body is squeezed out. When the physical fatigue gradually rises, the brain that has been fully rested will once again glow with new vitality to face the heavy and boring schoolwork of the next week.

But today, as soon as Harry walked out of the castle, he heard the sound of fluttering wings of birds. Hedwig, who had been kept by Harry for a long time, hovered lightly above his head, then swooped down and landed steadily on Harry. on the raised arm.

"I envy you so much, Hedwig!"

Hedwig, who was held in Harry's arms and rubbed her face, flapped her wings in disgust, but after a small struggle, she fortunately let Harry do what she did. After all, they hadn't seen each other for a while, and they hadn't gone to the woods together. Happy hunting, Hedwig also missed Harry a little.

But as an excellent messenger, Hedwig did not forget her mission this time.

It didn't bother to comb the somewhat messy feathers on its body. After Harry let go of it, Hedwig raised her left leg with a piece of folded parchment tied to it.

"Whose letter is it from?" Harry, who was a little dazed, covered his yawn lazily, and then opened the letter.

[It’s about to break out of its shell. Harry, come here quickly! 】

Hagrid's scrawled handwriting was a little hard to read, but after recognizing what it said, Harry's already tired spirit was suddenly shaken!

"Hedwig, please send another letter to Rolf!"

Harry took out a quill and quickly wrote something on the back of Hagrid's letter, causing Hedwig to fly into the air with the letter in her mouth.

After all, little Thunderbird Neil is still the father of the little guy who is about to be born. It would definitely be a pity if Rolf couldn't see the little guy break out of his shell. This is witnessing the birth of a new species, which is important to everyone. Each magical biologist is of great significance.

Harry, who was almost running all the way, rushed to the door of Hagrid's hut within a few dozen seconds. Yaya, who was lying at the door basking in the sun, was frightened by the huge black shadow that suddenly descended above his head, and he let out a loud whimper. It flew up on the same spot, and there was still some irritating liquid in the middle of the takeoff.

"Wetting your pants has reached a new level. You're so naughty, Yaya."

Harry spoke with a bit of laughter and laughter, and Yaya's eyes showed a trace of aggrieved sorrow in a very humane way, as if to say: "What a wonderful day, why did you suddenly come here to scare the dog? Is there such a thing as no justice?"

But now is not the time to admire Ya Ya's fancy way of peeing his pants. Harry knocked on the door of Hagrid's house with a "dong dong dong". Before Hagrid could answer, Harry hurriedly opened the door.

"Shh-"

Hagrid raised his finger to his mouth to signal Harry not to scream, lest he frighten the child.

"oh"

Harry, whose movements immediately slowed down, walked forward cautiously. In a bird's nest about one meter in diameter, there was a handsome silver-blue bird squatting on it obediently.

We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Neil, the little thunderbird, has also been carefully fed by Hagrid and has grown up. Compared to the little furball when we first met, Neil’s wingspan is now almost two meters.

"Hey, Little Neil is so big!"

Facing Harry's somewhat surprised greeting, Little Neil raised his wings and it was like a hundred thousand volts, and his eyes were full of excitement.

‘I am no longer the little thunderbird you could bully! I, Uncle Neil, stand up now! ’

Neil, who had already imagined that Harry was scorched by electricity and lying on the ground twitching with black smoke, screamed excitedly, but he only had time to squeeze out half of the sound, and the rest of the sound suddenly dropped.

"Cuckoo~" Little Neil, who imitated the crow of a chicken, lowered his head, his pitiful little eyes blinked, and there was a trace of unscrupulous flattery in his tone.

"Uh, is this prenatal depression?" Harry said in surprise as he looked at Neil, who was changing his face from being naughty to being shy quickly, "But isn't Neil a male? Is it possible that hatching an egg can change his gender?" Already?"

Harry, who was struck by lightning but nothing happened, had a heavy bolt of lightning wrapped around his fingertips. Harry, who insisted on going to the secret room to repair his armor for five hours every day, was now very proficient in using the magic word qo (lightning). Compared with the initial time, the thunder element he created now has barely reached seven times the gold weight of Seti's standards.

The thunder and lightning triggered by Neil just now was directly swallowed up by this tiny thread of thunder element.

"You want this?"

After seeing Junior Neil's longing gaze, Harry raised the thread in his hand with a smile on his face.

"As long as you hatch eggs seriously, I will give this to you."

Junior nodded quickly, fearing that Harry would regret it, and crackling lightning flashed out from his body again, and all of this lightning was swallowed up by the huge dragon egg under him. The hatching of a fire dragon egg requires the help of flames, so this Lanlong's eggs naturally need to be bathed in thunder, and the thunderbird, as a thunder and lightning perpetual motion machine, is naturally the best egg incubator.

"Have you hatched? Have you hatched?"

There was no sound of anyone arriving, and there was a hint of heavy breathing in the messy footsteps. Rolf, who had come in a hurry, stumbled into the room, grabbed Harry's arm and shook it vigorously.

"I'm not late, am I?!"

"Shh-"

Hagrid raised his finger again and slowly bent down to get closer to the dragon egg bathed in lightning.

"I heard Thor hit his shell."

"Look!"

With a crisp sound, a crack opened in the huge mist dragon egg, just like a crack under the water. The thunder and lightning that escaped from Neil's body was sucked into the small crack by the storm.

The violent electricity overflowed crazily from Thunderbird Neil's body. The originally energetic little Thunderbird seemed a little sluggish under this too rough intake. Although Neil was almost one year old now, for Thunderbird He said that he had just learned to fly and was still in the stage of a young bird. A large amount of lightning was extracted in a short period of time, and his recovery speed was far from enough.

Seeing Neil's high head lowering little by little, Harry felt a little distressed. Although he liked teasing Neil a little and bullying him by the way, Harry still liked his godson son very much. of.

He walked into the violent lightning field, stretched out his hand and gently scratched Neil's neck. He put the thin thread of thunder element to Neil's mouth. Maybe Neil needed this thing?

But Junior just rubbed Harry's hand gently, then picked up one end of the silk thread and gently pulled it. He turned his head and placed the thin thread next to the crack of the dragon egg.

The violent thunder and lightning field disappeared in an instant. The original movement of the storm was suddenly inhaled in the middle of the moment. An overstuffed burp sounded muffled, and a stream of 'smoke' with jumping electric sparks erupted from the crack. That was Lan The dragon's unique thunder breath.

Little Neil seemed to be relieved and stood up tremblingly. He was almost unsteady with his staggering steps. Harry picked him up with quick eyes and hands and rubbed Neil's listless little head.

"You must be exhausted."

Harry took a deep breath, and after recovering his magic power, he once again condensed a thin thread of thunder element.

"Gurgu ~ giggle ~" The little Neil, who was so happy to learn the chicken again, was not polite this time. There was a flash of light, and Nelsa Yazi, who suddenly became energetic, flew outside the house. The rumble of thunder raged outside the window as he vented the excess thunder and lightning power overflowing from his body.

"Hagrid, tell me." After hearing the big noise caused by Neil, Harry patted Hagrid's arm with some fear, "Is the little guy in this egg going to have a bad stomach?"

"What did you just feed?" Although he could guess that the thin string that Harry gave Neil was a good thing, Hagrid did not dare to make a judgment without knowing its function.

"I used a special method to create the physical thunder and lightning. The magic power consumed by that thin thread was enough for me to use the blasting spell two to three hundred times."

"Materialized thunder and lightning?"

Hagrid scratched his head incomprehensibly. He really didn't understand what it was. "But if it's thunder and lightning, it shouldn't be a bad stomach. Fox likes to eat all kinds of weird magic flames. Last time Also looking for Norbert to breathe fire."

"How about we open it and take a look? Maybe the little guy ate too much and fell asleep?"

Harry leaned close to the dragon egg and listened. There was a slight sound of breathing, but the little guy did not burp directly into the egg.

Just when they couldn't make up their mind, Neil flew in after venting the excess thunder and lightning in his body. He landed on the nest where the eggs were hatched, poked his head into the crack, and then pecked it with his sharp beak without hesitation. He opened the gap and raised his head, he picked up a wrinkled little guy about the size of Tooth's head and put it directly into Harry's hands.

He flapped his wings happily, as if to tell everyone that he was done, and he no longer had to lie in the nest like a hen hatching eggs.

"This breed. How do you say this?"

Harry had seen pictures of adult dragons. It was a kind of dragon with a pair of golden horns on its head, its body covered with light green carapace scales, and thin fin-like flying membranes like feathers growing on its back. It had a pair of thin fleshy wings. , a slender dragon.

But Thor, who had just hatched, had no hard scales on his body, and there were no fin-like flying membranes on his back. Thor was completely naked and couldn't even see half of his feathers. Only the golden dragon horn on his head remained unchanged.

‘Is it possible that this cross-breeding resulted in a son of God who inherited all the shortcomings of both parents? ’

After seeing the whole picture of this little guy, these three words inexplicably appeared in their hearts.

"Maybe it would look better if it was longer?"

Rolf spoke hesitantly. He was also impressed by the ugliness of the newly born Thor. How could he be a dragon? The lizard cubs were much prettier than this soft, wrinkled little guy.

"No matter what happens later, it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not."

There was no disgust in Harry's eyes, "At least we succeeded, right? Hagrid, you succeeded! Cross-species cross-breeding of Lanron and Thunderbird!"

"Hagrid, you did an amazing thing!"

Hagrid smiled sheepishly when Harry praised him like this. To be honest, Hagrid didn't have a very high sense of accomplishment. He still wanted to help Harry breed a handsome and powerful dragon, and the current This result seems to be unsatisfactory.

"Harry is right, Hagrid, we succeeded! Maybe this little guy is not as handsome as we thought, but at least we witnessed a new life appear in our world!"

"This is originally a journey of exploration shrouded in countless unknown fogs. One failure doesn't mean anything. What's more, doesn't this little guy sleep soundly?"

"Maybe we should decide on a racial name for Thor. In the first illustrated book of magical creatures I wrote later, Thor will definitely appear on the first page of the book!"

“Then take pictures and take pictures!”

Harry dug out a brand new camera from his dragonskin backpack. Film cameras would not be interfered by magical magnetic fields. When Hagrid told him that the dragon eggs were about to hatch, he had already asked Aunt Petunia to buy him one. Delivered, just waiting for this moment.

Little Thor, who was placed on the eggshell, slept soundly. With the click of the shutter, the first photo of this little life was frozen in the camera film.

"Since he is the descendant of Lanlong and Thunderbird, let's just call him Lei Lanlong."

Harry asked Hagrid for some worthless unicorn hair. Under the influence of the spell, the snow-white slender hairs woven themselves into a soft bed, and the little guy hung around Harry's neck. He fell asleep heartlessly, as if the sky was falling and it had nothing to do with him.