Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

The dim underground space was filled with faint smell, a lot of magic remained in the air, and the surrounding walls and dome were torn apart, revealing a war just happened.

And in the center of this huge space, on a disc similar to an altar, a naked baby was lying in the center, and the light blue light flowing on his body appeared extremely strange.

At this moment, a faint light flashed, and two figures suddenly appeared here. The old man walking in front of him crouched down, his blue eyes stared at the child for a while, and sighed.

"Professor, it seems that we have come a little late..."

"Dumbledore, is there no way for this child?" The tall, thin witch looked aside at the young serene face and turned to steal his head.

"The Dragon Wizard has been wiped out, and this child is the last one."

"Well, but Dumbledore, why did these people think of combining dragons and humans together, this is simply...!!!"

"They just want to replace the Dark Lord clown while Voldemort disappears, but they hurt these innocent lives."

"Oh, that Potter boy?"

"I've arranged it already." Dumbledore also thought of Harry Potter, who was in immortality, and grew up in the Muggle world, maybe it would be safer.

"Then we don't care about this kid, he still looks alive now."

"But he doesn't have a complete soul. He didn't reproduce from normal reproduction, but a creature that was forcibly combined with magic. I can't do anything about it."

"..." Professor McGonagall felt her powerlessness. She had no children, so she could feel the hard-won of a life. She hated the dark wizards, but she wanted to save this life more.

"Okay, Milwa, I understand this feeling, so we have to teach our students to become better, so that they will not become dark, will they?"

Mileva glanced at Dumbledore, nodded, then came to the baby's side and reached out to gently stroke him.

"Albus, can he live more time?"

"Mileva, wouldn't you want it?" Dumbledore also asked with some shock. He didn't expect that Mileva, who had always been calm, would make such a decision.

"If you live like a normal child, you can live up to 10 years old, which is the longest record of a dozen children who have not been abandoned."

"Albus, let me take care of him in these 10 years. I don't want him to die here, I haven't felt everything, I haven't experienced everything."

"Mileva, there are some things that you need to learn to let go. This unproductive emotion will cause you more pain."

"Albus!"

But just when Dumbledore thought McGonagall would give up rationally, McGonagall whispered to look back, and a miracle-like scene appeared in front of him.

In the dark underground, a beam of light penetrated through a blasted gap and came to rest slowly on the body of the child, with a slight smile on the child's face.

Dumbledore was feeling that a whole soul was condensing. He saw a miracle, a miracle that even magic cannot bring!

"Perhaps he should have better choices, such as ordinary living, happy living."