People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"Charlie!" Ron exclaimed.

"He's in Romania studying dragons!" Ginny was also very worried.

Lupin comforted, "It's not an easy disease to get. To be precise, Charlie is safe."

"Chauncey Aldridge is the only dragon scholar to suffer from this condition."

"Why?" Ron and the other two asked curiously.

Lupin stammered, "Because they take precautions."

Ron and Ginny were still confused.

But Harry's sense of déjà vu grew stronger. There was no cure or preventive measure for the disease between wizards and witches.

He blurted out, "Syphilis?"

The muscles on Lupin's face stiffened, but he was never good at saying no, especially when facing Lily's eyes and James' face.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "Yes, the scientific name of dragon pox is 'dragon syphilis'."

Harry felt like throwing up. "Just like syphilis actually came from Africans and gorillas?"

Lupin shook his head. "You should be talking about AIDS. I have also lived in the Muggle world. It may not necessarily come from gorillas, but may also come from the local long-tailed monkeys. To be precise, long-tailed monkeys are more likely. They are petite and easier to control (Tonks's eyes became even more contemptuous)."

Ahhh, as soon as those words came out, Lupin wanted to commit suicide.

What he said, about James and Lily's child.

But he just couldn't say no, and as he looked at James' face, his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and the words came out.

The thing he is worst at is controlling himself, and his brain-blocking skills are also average.

Harry's eyes glazed over.

Lupin did not deny it, but simply changed the subject and emphasized the difference between syphilis and AIDS.

In other words, the original dragon plague syphilis actually came from wizards and dragons. Hi!

The Peruvian Venomfang is indeed the smallest of all fire dragons. Oh!

Harry suppressed his nausea. "It's just the first case, isn't it? The subsequent dragon pox patients didn't get it this way, did they?"

Lupin nodded repeatedly, "Yes. The back is where the wizards and witches' rooms are."

"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron rolled his eyes.

Through his understanding of Harry, he keenly noticed that something was wrong.

Everyone's attention was clearly on Wenlock, but Harry was thinking about dragon pox.

All these things were connected in his mind.

The brain starts to work rapidly.

A memory that was imprinted deep in my mind began to surface.

It was a cold winter in the warm humble house.

Dad was eating bread with onion soup. He looked at the newspaper and said contemptuously, "Dragon Pox? These so-called pure-blood nobles are really confused."

"I remember Abraxas Malfoy also died of dragon pox."

"I really hope to hear the bad news about Lucius Malfoy when I wake up tomorrow."

Thinking of this, Ron stood up, "I know! Harry, you are wondering why Abraxas Malfoy died of dragon pox, a disease that has a cure!"

Swish!

The door opened suddenly.

Draco Malfoy, muscular and dressed in Greek style, appeared at the door.

Two fat guys followed behind him.

"What? I heard you calling my grandpa's name as soon as I got here!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 164 Red Draco

High EQ, Greek style dress.

Low emotional intelligence, just wrapped in a piece of rag.

This is what Draco looks like now.

Ginny covered her mouth with a look of disgust, "What kind of pervert is your friend?"

The next second, she rushed out of the car.

Harry and the others were so shocked that they didn't notice Ginny leaving.

They now doubted their own eyes.

After only being apart for a dozen days, Malfoy had undergone a drastic change.

First of all, the hairstyle, the shiny slicked back hair with every hair standing up.

The second is the earrings. Not only are her ears pierced, but there are also metal-carved skulls hanging on the earrings.

He was wearing a piece of black rag and a metallic bracelet with marks that looked like dried blood.

Compared to these, his jeans with orange streaks and riding boots were nothing.

They were not surprised by the muscular lines on Draco's body, which made Draco, who had been pretending to be casual and posing in various postures to show off his body, a little dissatisfied.

During the time he spent back at the manor, Draco discovered that his body began to develop abnormally.

Although his height has not changed, his lean body with visible ribs is now full of muscle.

This made him very proud.

In the Slytherin carriage.

Even with Pansy's murderous gaze, he still showed off his current body completely from every angle.

Then he thought of Harry.

But now.

None of them paid attention to the muscles on his limbs and abdomen.

The red-haired Weasley girl might have noticed.

But she said she was a pervert?

hateful!

This is hopeless style!

The design of Hester Big Sister’s boss - Sophie Big Sister!

Thinking of this, he forgot about his previous question and his anger was ignited unconsciously.

Then, yawn!

Harry leaned back and a heat wave mixed with some sparks passed through the tip of his nose and fell on the glass window.

"Sorry," Draco rubbed his nose, "Now my nose itches whenever I'm emotionally unstable."

"Sneezed?" Ron looked at Harry.

"Sparks?" Harry also looked at Ron.

The two nodded, and then said in unison, "Dragon Pox!!"

Draco blushed instantly.

There wasn't a Malfoy who didn't know what dragon pox was.

The black rags on the upper body began to spontaneously combust without fire.

The exposed tattoo spread outward from the heart, emitting a red light.

Violent!

The ferocious dragon head roared.

The pitch-black dragon head turned, and its yellow vertical pupils stared forward.

Harry and the others were all shocked.

That's the Hungarian tree striker!

Draco had an expressionless face, sickly pale skin, and tattoos that flowed like boiling magma, converging at his neck and gradually forming the other parts of a fire dragon.

After the dragon head.

Next is the back covered with bronze spikes and huge black bat wings.

It also has a bronze spiked tail.

It was as if a Hungarian bushbuck had broken free from Draco Malfoy's body.

This scene is truly horrifying.

Behind Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, whose hands unconsciously reached for the cake, could not help but step back.

The corridor suddenly became lively.

The students who were originally attracted out of the carriage by Draco's strange clothes let out bursts of exclamations.

"Get out of the way!" Tonks changed into her usual, outward-looking appearance in an instant, rushed into the corridor, and pushed aside the crowd of people watching the excitement in front of her.

Wand in hand, pointing in Draco's direction.

The ferocious little dragon hovered in the air, licking Draco's raised fingers docilely.

At the same time, this also successfully shows the toned contours of his arms and the muscular lines around his body.

Therefore, he was so proud that he even ignored the crowd behind him and gathered in the corridor on the right.

This also included Tonks' wand pointed at him.

"Humph!" Draco's pointed face raised high, "I don't have dragon pox!"

"This is the tattoo magic developed by my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy!"

"Now do it again in me!"

He had now guessed what Harry and the others had been talking about, the origin of dragon pox, and how his grandfather had died of dragon pox.

Now is the time to clear your grandfather’s “wrongs”!

"So, my grandfather didn't die from the ridiculous dragon pox!"

"Instead, I devote myself to the study of magic and a greater power!"

The Hungarian tree-hawk, which was only the size of a kitten, cooperated by spitting out a column of flames.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were originally far away from Draco and close to the other side of the carriage, stood on Draco's left and right with their chests and hands on their hips.

And Tonks put away her wand.

She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, interrupting Draco's pretense rudely, "Little brat! No one cares whether your grandfather is clean or not."

"Put on your clothes and get into the car!"

Ok?

Draco continued to act pretentiously, not moving an inch.

He had the same gaze as the Fire Dragon and had no need to be moved by such boring people.

The dragon head turned and stared in the direction where the sound came from.

The next second, he rushed into the carriage at lightning speed.

boom!

The carriage door was closed.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were left outside, looked confused.