Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 227, Section 226: The Elemental Dragon and Hermione's Request
Harry had never seen such a beautiful dragon—it was true, he had seen red dragons, blue dragons, green dragons, bronze dragons, black dragons, void dragons, proto-dragons, storm dragons… he had seen far too many dragons, but this one was different.

She is so beautiful.

If the original Norwegian Spinosaurus looked like a small lizard when it was born, then the grown-up Angry Horn did not really get rid of the general appearance of a lizard. It's just that its enlarged size made it impossible to associate it with a lizard.

But it is different now.

Layers of sharp, translucent, bright blue ice spikes spread along Angry Horn's neck, and her head became more slender, but not thin; instead, it had a sense of fullness, just as Harry had once described to her. Angry Horn's body structure had completely broken free from the innate limitations of the Norwegian Spinosaurus.

During the ascension ceremony, the Angry Horn's own will greatly influenced her appearance after ascension. Therefore, the biggest difference was that she grew a pair of brand new forelimbs. Her wings no longer served as her forelimbs, and the tips of her wings, where the dragon claws were originally, were completely transformed into several crystal clear and extremely sharp ice spikes.

Its overall size has also become much larger and more robust, more than twice the size of an older individual in the Norwegian Spinosaurus group, and it is even difficult to find a place in the valley that can contain it.

The excruciating cold that had pierced her soul no longer tormented Angry Horn, as if it had never existed—but Angry Horn knew that this was just her illusion, because she could still feel that coldness, which existed on the surface of her body, in her bones and internal organs.

They've simply stopped hurting themselves.

At this moment, even the low temperature seemed so comfortable to her. She had completely adapted to it and was able to manipulate it freely, just like her own breathing, so natural and so peaceful... After all, who could be harmed by their own breathing?

"How is it?" Harry looked at the new student's angry horns with great curiosity and said with appreciation, "Are you satisfied?"

"--roar."

Hearing Harry's question, Angry Horn opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only coughed up a clump of snow from his throat, as if a special blizzard had fallen on Harry, soaking him from head to toe and turning him into a snowman.

Harry: "..."

"Roar—Roar-ha—Hahahahahaha! [Elemental Language]"

Seeing Harry's miserable state, Angry Horn was stunned for a moment at first, then she threw her head back and burst into laughter. Her laughter was initially a pure dragon roar, but at the end it turned into laughter in elemental languages.

"You can speak! And you're using elemental languages!" Having keenly noticed this, Harry quickly shook the snowflakes off his clothes and shouted, "Try again! Angry Horn!"

At first, Angry Horn didn't react, but with Harry's prompting, he quickly tried to say in the elemental language, "Harry?"

No learning is required, just thinking and having the intention is enough—elemental language is an innate language that every element can learn without a teacher, and the current Angry Horn is no longer a dragon in essence, but an elemental creature.

“It’s me!” Harry said excitedly. “Great! What about the other languages? English?”

After struggling to speak for a long time, Angry Horn couldn't utter a single word of English. However, Harry wasn't disappointed, since Angry Horn already had the ability to speak. Whether it was English or any other language, she would just need to put in the effort to learn it later.

Going from 0 to 1 is a huge breakthrough in itself.

It was still a young dragon after all... with the mind of a child. Angry Horn was like a big child who had found a new toy and began to experiment with his newly acquired power.

Before long, the valley, which had just begun to warm up, was completely hit by an ice storm. The blizzard summoned by the Angry Horn swept through the entire valley, and she happily sculpted ice sculptures of different shapes with the frost.

Harry initially watched Angry Horn playfully with a doting gaze, but soon his gaze turned horrified—he watched as Angry Horn's massive dragon body seemed to shatter into countless ice blocks in an instant, turning into an ice storm that swept across the sky, before reforming itself above the opposite cliff.

She is like a part of this world, existing both here and there. The ice is the flesh and blood of the angry horn, and the snowflakes are her blood... Is this right?

Harry suddenly became uncertain. Something didn't seem right.

He was trying hard to recall what his green dragon companion had said. In any case, no matter how the guardian dragon, the progenitor dragon, mutated, apart from the storm dragon which was directly created as an elemental creature, even if it transformed into a dragon—it seemed to be a variant of the progenitor dragon, right?
I've never heard of a proto-dragon completely transforming into an elemental being. Even if they transform into a giant dragon, their bodies should still contain flesh and blood... But Angry Horn, she is already an elemental being.

It doesn't match up at all.

Smacking his lips, Harry realized that things had completely entered uncharted territory that even the old shaman Harry couldn't grasp. Just to be safe, Harry called down Angry Horn, who was frolicking in the sky and had forcefully turned the weather in Mulgore, the world of the suitcase, from a sweltering summer day into a gloomy blizzard. He then dragged her down for a thorough medical check-up.

The medical examination report indicates that the patient is in excellent health—by the standards of an elemental organism.

With immense power, according to Harry's estimation, the current Wrathhorn could easily unleash a frost storm that would completely freeze the entire Scottish Highlands into a frozen wasteland. If placed in Azeroth, it might not be fair to say that its power rivals that of the water elemental lord Neptulon the Tidehunter, but it would at least be at the level of a water elemental duke.

In the wizarding world, Furyhorn is more like an invincible template. Basically, no wizard's spell can defeat her, nor can Muggle bombs... because she has no physical form and can transform into pure ice or even water elements at any time.

In any case, the Angry Horn can no longer be called a dragon.

"So, Angry Horn can go outside now?" Hagrid said, panting.

“Theoretically speaking, that’s how it is,” Harry thought for a moment and said, “The Ministry of Magic’s dragon restriction order only applies to dragons, while Angry Horn should now be considered an elemental creature… or a new kind of creature. And there are no laws yet for elemental creatures, so Angry Horn will not be restricted.”

"That's fantastic!" Hagrid exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "I've been wanting to take her out for ages—I mean, flying in this little box isn't very liberating!"

“I don’t think this box is small at all,” Hermione said, glancing at the blue sky and white clouds around her. “It’s big enough for a dragon to fly around… well, the same size as the dragon from before.” As she said this, Hermione looked at Angry Horn again, deeply impressed by her beauty at that moment.

Ice-blue, crystal-like dragons are always delightful.

“Hmm… I thought you’d be angry about the changes in Angry Horns,” Harry said, scrutinizing Hagrid. “It’s good that you think that way.”

"Why are you angry?" Hagrid laughed. "You've created a whole new magical creature! Harry! That's my biggest dream! One day I'll breed my own magical creature too."

"My God!" Neville's face turned pale. No one knew Hagrid's preferences better than his friends. "You've just cleared your name and gotten your wand back, Hagrid. Please, please don't do anything that will get you back to Azkaban."

“Oh, don’t worry, Neville,” Hagrid said nonchalantly. “Nobody cares about these things, and Professor Kelbert will help me.”

“Professor Kelbert…” Hermione’s expression was somewhat subtle.

Professor Kelbert, a magizoology professor, is an older professor who is even more obsessed with dangerous magical creatures than Hagrid, so Hagrid is actually standing on the shoulders of giants.

“Well… anyway, Professor Dumbledore is still here.” Hermione sighed despite her young age. She felt she couldn’t persuade Hagrid, so after saying that, she looked at Harry again and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “Harry? I think I’m afraid I need your help.”

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously, and the next second he saw Hermione open her mouth wide and show him the green blade of grass in her mouth.

Those are mandrake leaves.

In an instant, Harry realized what Hermione was up to, and his eyes widened in surprise—Hermione was only a second-year student!

Unlike him, an adult who has indeed experienced a lot and possesses considerable magical talent, Hermione is a genuine second-year student—if Professor McGonagall found out that she had set a bad precedent by enticing a second-year student to learn Animagus on her own, Professor McGonagall might actually kill her!

"Are you serious?" Harry was unusually nervous. "Animagus isn't ordinary magic, Hermione. It requires a high level of skill in Transfiguration, and once the formal Transfiguration ritual begins, there's no going back."

There are far too many examples of Animagus transformation failures resulting in wizards becoming neither human nor ghost.

“I know, Harry,” Hermione whispered. “Don’t worry, I’ve consulted Lupin and Sirius. They were about my age when they started learning Animagus—they’re very experienced.”

"Lupin and Sirius?!" Harry immediately felt his temper rising.

what happened?

These two men, both in their fifties and sixties, not only did they themselves go astray, causing trouble all the time and researching dangerous magic, but now they're teaching teenagers who know nothing about anything to do this kind of thing?!

Is this how an adult behaves?!
For a fleeting moment, Harry even wanted to rush to Sirius and Lupin and show them the power of Bullfighting, but perhaps sensing Harry's thoughts, Hermione quickly grabbed his hand.

“Don’t blame Sirius and the others, Harry,” Hermione said nervously. “I went to ask them for help myself. They were reluctant at first, and I asked them to keep it a secret from you.”

"And they actually agreed?" Harry said through gritted teeth, already considering how to get those two unreliable middle-aged men out of there.

Harry could almost understand how Professor McGonagall must have felt when she found out he was researching Animagus stuff—it was like watching a young child go crazy and do something reckless because of his ignorance.

“Because I want to help you, Harry,” Hermione said earnestly, gripping Harry’s hand even tighter.

Her words made Harry's anger become disjointed; more accurately, he was thinking, trying to figure out what Hermione meant.

“I…I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, Harry,” Hermione stammered, glancing nervously at Ron and Neville, who were excitedly circling the Angry Horn with Hagrid in the distance. “But you haven’t been doing your homework with us for a long time, and you haven’t been playing wizard chess or blasting cards with Ron and Neville either.”

Harry paused for a moment, then remained so for a long time.

“…I’m sorry, I have indeed…run into some things lately.” With a sigh, Harry couldn’t bring himself to talk about the things that were troubling him, because even if he did, it would only cause his friends more trouble.

“I know,” Hermione said with a smile. “You are better than all of us, Harry. You are more knowledgeable and stronger. Even Professor Dumbledore has to consider your ideas and may even seek your help. I have always believed that one day you will become a wizard greater than Professor Dumbledore and do things that even Professor Dumbledore could not do.”

Harry remained silent.

“But, well… how should I put it?” Hermione twirled a strand of her hair with her fingers, turning her head to mutter softly, “I’m certainly not as smart as you, Harry, who can learn any kind of magic so quickly, let alone create powerful new spells… But I’m your friend too, and as a friend, I can’t just watch you struggle alone while you’re stuck in this mess… I want to help you, even if it’s just a little…”

"Don't worry, I know where my limits are," Hermione suddenly turned to look at Harry, her face and neck flushed with embarrassment, her voice trembling slightly, but she still insisted on finishing her sentence.

"While it might sound like I'm bragging, I don't think Animagus is as difficult as people say... At least I think I can handle it... Well, the ritual is almost at the next stage, and I'd like to ask you to turn the weather in Mulgore into a storm..."

Hermione's words were fragmented, as if she were speaking off the cuff, but she couldn't stop talking.

(End of this chapter)