Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 367, Section 365: The Fiery Dragon Pulls the Cart

As Newt fell into deep thought, Professor Tara watched him with a smile from the head table.

Sheen had finished his sweet lemon sparkling water and was now walking out of the castle.

The snow outside was white and almost untouched, except for the deep footprints left by the students of Iphamoni as they returned to the castle.

“Will—”

Sheen called out.

"I am here, esteemed Mr. Green."

Will emerged from behind the statue by the door at some point. He glanced at the statue with envy, then turned to Sheen and lowered his head.

"We signed an employment contract."

Sheen was silent for a moment, then spoke.

“Lord William said that the greatest source of stupidity is always ignorance. Will is your butler, nothing more than a butler—just give Will your orders.”

Will kept his head down as he spoke.

"Can you take me to the snowfield ahead?"

Sheen could only look at it and say.

"Extremely happy!"

Will looked up with delight.

So they traveled to the distant snow-covered mountains, where Sheen first expanded the interior of the Wizard's Book, making it 450 square meters.

He then began to extract space here and move it all into his wizarding book.

This step is very difficult because the difficulty of expanding space increases as you go on, since wizards need to maintain the stability of the existing space while expanding it.

Fortunately, they set off in the afternoon, so Sheen still had some time.

The snow fell softly, landing on the treetops, the river, and even on the heads of the rabbits at the entrances of the snowfield caves.

Only after the rabbit had finished eating the carrot from its paws did the young wizard reopen the Wizard's Book with satisfaction.

The entrance is still a field, with yellow and pink wildflowers growing on the lush green grass, and the air is filled with the smell of damp earth.
To the left of the field was a stream that meandered past a small wooden cabin with bright windows and a steaming chimney. A sign on the door read: Wizard's Hut.

But on the left side of the cabin, things are quite different.

First, a space the size of a forest was cleared out, followed by a slightly undulating hill surrounded by bushes—Sheen simply couldn't move a snow mountain—covered in thick snow, with rabbits peeking out.

After the space was arranged, Sheen quickly used a separation spell to isolate the different spaces.

The purpose of this is to ensure the independence of the two spaces, thereby allowing for better execution of weather spells.

During the expansion process, Sheen fully experienced the fun of magic.

For example, with weather spells, wizards cannot directly create snow, but if they first imagine a cloud, then the snow will fall on its own.
For example, with the Separation Charm, a wizard cannot directly create a separation, but as long as a sign is erected, a fence is built, or a circle of bushes is placed around it, then separation becomes very easy.

……

Having completed the space renovation, Will respectfully offered a cup of black tea. While Sheen drank the tea, Ipharma sat at his feet before running off to frolic in the snow.

[You have gained the affection of the magical cat-leopard (Ifa) by meeting expert standards, affinity +50]

[Fantastic Beasts: Cat and Leopard (Eifa): Relatively Approachable (Beginner) (870/900)]

Ifa's affection for him increased very quickly, and they had reached the final step of intimacy.

But it will take longer to cross this boundary, since emotions are not something that can be measured at will.

"It is part of my job to stay here, esteemed Mr. Green, to help you take care of the space inside the Wizarding Book."

Please call me when needed.

Will looked at the thin sheets on the bed and the lifeless kitchen, and something seemed to be activated. "Thank you for your help, Will."

Sheen said in a very soft voice.

"Lord William said that from the moment the contract is established, Pukerch will offer his absolute loyalty... all for Lord Grin."

Will made a gesture of respect, placing his hand on his chest.

Sheen seemed to understand Pukchi's loyalty, and as he pondered this, he also stepped out of the space inside the Wizard's Book.

It's always snowing in Ifamoni, the distant mountains are all white, and occasionally an owl flies by.

People are always having snowball fights on the snowy ground of the castle, and wizards are playing freely here.

Sheen encountered Professor Terra in the snow.

"We are about to set off, my dear disciple, use... Fire Dragon."

Professor Terra said with a smile.

Sheen looked up at the professor, somewhat confused. The professor meant... a fire-breathing dragon pulling a chariot?
This is a serious violation of the secrecy law, and Sheen is not accustomed to breaking the law unless absolutely necessary.

“Mr. Scamander, some dragons need to come out and spread their wings, and I happen to be able to provide some reliable concealment magic barriers.”

Professor Terra seemed to be talking about something trivial, as if the concealment magic barrier that could evade the detection of the Magical Congress of the United States and the British Ministry of Magic was as common as the goblins in the Wizarding Gardens.

"I understand."

Sheen nodded. Although it sounded far-fetched, it actually was... far-fetched.

With Professor Terra and Mr. Scamander around, it seems there's nothing to worry about.

"Then, let's go."

Professor Terra blinked, then looked into the distance where Mr. Scamander was slowly walking towards them, carrying his suitcase.

“Mr. Scamander.”

Sheen said.

"Mr. Green."

Newt responded shyly, with an added touch of dazedness.

It was at this moment that Sheen heard loud breathing in the nearby Iphamoni Forest.

He guessed that this was a fire dragon.

Sure enough, they then headed toward the woods where the sound had come from.

Only when the dense forest moved behind Sheen did Sheen see the hidden scene—

Two ferocious-looking teenage fire dragons were confined in an enclosure made of thick wooden planks. They stood on their hind legs, emitting a muffled thud as they breathed heavily. Balls of flame shot from their open, fanged mouths toward the magical barrier, their necks held high, their mouths fifty feet off the ground.

Behind them was a carriage about the size of a small house.

“Henry, Larch, they will spread their wings completely for the first and last time under my watch, cross the ocean—perform a wing-spreading ceremony, and then return to the Hebrides.”

Newt spoke shyly, but his eyes revealed the joy and reluctance of parting.

The teenage dragon stopped breathing fire as Newt approached and instead stared at him with its large, narrow eyes.

Although it is absolutely impossible to completely tame a fire dragon, Mr. Scamander's fire dragon always manages to make Sheen feel a lot of its agility.

"It's a pleasure to have you here for their wing-spreading ceremony."

Mr. Scamander laughed, and at the same time, the fire dragon spread its wings.

(End of this chapter)