When Harry opened his eyes, it was the familiar recipe again, the familiar snow-white ceiling, the snow-white curtains, the snow-white sheets. Ah, it's the familiar Hogwarts Medical Wing again, it's almost Harry's second quarter.

"You're awake. Madam Pomfrey's chubby, kind face warmed Harry's feelings, and before Harry could say anything, Madam Pomfrey's familiar complaint came.

"I told Dumbledore a long time ago that what you are dealing with is too dangerous, last year's Forbidden Forest, the Broomsticks, and this year's Basilisk came, and I don't know what will come next year, and the Dementors will turn Hogwarts into an Azkaban-like hell. ”

Madam Pomfrey's babbling was so kind to Harry's ears, if his mother was still alive, she would have been like this when she was sick.

"That little Weasley girl has been with you for days, and every day at this time of day she goes to the Hufflepuff greenhouse to get you flowers to plant here. ”

Madam Pomfrey gestured to the bedside table beside her, and Harry saw that in front of the mountain of gift letters was a crystal bottle with a few lightly scented flowers inside.

Saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Ginny gently pushed open the door, tiptoed the door shut, and was just about to walk over to this side, when he saw Harry stop when he woke up.

"Yo~" Harry beckoned to Ginny.

"Wow!" the little girl standing in the doorway watched Harry wake up, her face turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the things in her hands scattered all over the ground.

Forehead...... Looking at Ginny's cute appearance of being nervous and flustered, Harry was also a little embarrassed, although he didn't quite understand, but there was a feeling of ignorance in it.

At this time, in the Headmaster's office of Hogwarts, a tense standoff is taking place. Those from the Ministry of Magic refused to acknowledge Gryffindor's identity, instead believing that the person claiming to be Gryffindor was related to the Chamber of Secrets, and asked to cooperate with the investigation.

Our client, Mr. Godric Gryffindor, had been holding his silver sword, and his hand was constantly rubbing it with a piece of animal leather of unknown material, making a clanging metallic sound.

"Boring. Gryffindor watched as the men were led out of the Headmaster's room by Dumbledore, stopped his movements, and snorted.

Although Gryffindor is secondary enough and innocent enough, how can one of the four founders of Hogwarts have no experience in these things.

You know, in their time, not only the persecution from Muggle society, but also the struggle of alchemists from the Dark Age, everyone is a great magician, why should they listen to you.

"Makes you smile. Dumbledore temporarily sent the annoying officials off and looked at Gryffindor apologetically.

Gryffindor looked around the room unhurriedly, and there was no trace of his time at all...... On the walls are oil portraits of past Hogwarts Headmasters, who are still peeping at Gryffindor with one eye open and one eye closed.

"What does it feel like to be immortal, Xiwen?" said Gryffindor, who suddenly asked the bull's head, but his eyes were still on the four-in-one banner.

Dark green Slytherin, golden-red Gryffindor, silver-blue Ravenclaw, brownish-yellow Hufflepuff.

Xiwen shook his head, he had met many, many such people, because of an accident or a deep sleep, after waking up, the world was completely unusual, the people he knew were all dead, or he was struggling to survive, and the places he knew were vicissitudes.

"Is that why you rejected the heir of the red dragon in the first place, and didn't even give Yelena and Helga a glimmer of hope?" Gryffindor gripped his sword tightly, his last mark in the world.

The sword groaned softly, as if responding to the anxiety and irritability in his heart.

Just as Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, suddenly the earth-shattering dragon roar resounded in the sky, and the entire dragon clan's coercion and roar made people's hearts tremble.

"Dragons, no, red dragons!"

A huge, nearly kilometer-long dragon soared in the sky, hovering over Hogwarts, roaring incessantly.

The dragon's entire body was covered in incomparably hard red armor, and its whole body was full of strength, grace, and nobility.

The dragon retracted its wings and landed solidly on the Hogwarts campus, the entire campus trembled, and the defense net over the campus had no effect on the dragon at all.

Then this dragon must be ......

"Well, I ...... Be...... Aoda Weiying!" The red dragon's massive head roared hideously, and a fiery flame brewed in its throat that could burn steel.

Sure enough, it's Aodaweiying! Legend has it, no, now it seems to be the fact at all, the red dragon that King Arthur became famous in the first battle. During the Anglo-Saxon invasion, King Arthur single-handedly slaughtered the invading pirate legions.

The appearance of Aodaweiying made the faces of the Ministry of Magic pale and deferential, even though they were nominally the Ministry of Magic of the Commonwealth, in charge of the entire wizarding world of Great Britain.

But only those who really have some status and vision know who is the master of this continent, whether it is the king of the wizarding world or the Muggle world.

"Well, Gryffindor, my king has an order, return, Ideal Country. Although he was not fluent in the language, the meaning was clear, and he brought the word of the king.

"Ah, Duwakin!" Seeing Sivin, Dumbledore, and Gryffindor emerge from the tower, Oda Weiying leaned down and shouted, spewing out dragon breath that made it almost impossible to stand.

He always remembered that it was this guy in front of him who summoned him from the distant Songard, and then he was actually driven by a mortal, which was unbearable.

"Why, do you want me to summon Alduin to be your companion and chat?" Siwen stood in the dragon's breath, his confident smile reminiscing about the years when he was crushed by Duwakin.

The good dragon did not fight with Duwak, and Aodaweiying's crimson eyes and bewitching vertical pupils glared at the wizard holding the rotten silver sword, "Ah, king, order, return." ”

"Got it, got it, rest assured, I'm not going to stay here for long as I'm an old immortal who has been out of touch with the times. Gryffindor waved his sword angrily.

Dumbledore stepped forward: "Dear Gryffindor, it's evening, and if possible, I'd like to have you invited you to dinner with all of us before leaving." ”

"The order, has been conveyed. I'm gone, Duwakin!" Aoda Weiying vibrated his huge wings, and the water struck three thousand miles, swaying upward, and soon disappeared into the sunset on the horizon.