Ron, a first-year Hogwarts student, could never have imagined that he would become a small celebrity towards the end of the semester.

He still remembers that day the wind was beautiful, ah no, it was cloudy, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

With only four days to go before his final exams, he was so anxious that he went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to take a walk, along with Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas from the Academy.

The three little wizards walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the breeze blowing through the green lawn and gently hitting them in the face, sweeping away the sweltering heat of early summer.

Then they heard a strange noise coming from the Forbidden Forest.

"Wow~Wow~"

The sound moved very fast, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. The three Gryffindors remembered the rumors that had been circulating in the school before, and they couldn't help but feel furious in their hearts, and they turned around and wanted to leave, but the next moment, a black shadow came out of the dark and gloomy forbidden forest with a "whoosh" and landed in front of them.

"Whew-"

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

The strange screams in their thick throats startled the little wizards around them, and some even bounced out of their seats.

However, they didn't have the heart to blame the culprit, they just urged vigorously: "What happened later? And then? ”

Ron, the protagonist of the story, is standing on the Gryffindor table at this moment, telling the story of the great event that happened yesterday on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He was surrounded by circles of young wizards, and from above, there were no less than forty or fifty people in the dark, among them, there were both senior students of this academy and junior wizards from other academies.

Ron cleared his throat and looked at the gazes that looked up at him, and a stream of heat rushed to the top of his head, making his ears and cheeks as red as his hair.

It's such a great feeling!

"That guy is at least three meters long, with a long crocodile-like body and a pair of big bat-like wings with a wingspan of more than five meters. The four claws were sharp and sharp, the mouth was full of sharp fangs, and the body was covered with black scales, reflecting the golden sunlight, which looked very terrifying. ”

"Didn't you just say that the weather was overcast? Where does the reflection of the golden sunlight come from? One of the senior wizards on the spot suddenly raised his bar, causing the young wizards around him to stare angrily.

"It's just a metaphor, you know. It doesn't matter, anyway, the fire dragon looks fierce and terrifying. ”

Ron found that his eloquence was still a little worse than his cousin's, and the story was a little bit made up, ah no, it couldn't go on.

"When the dragon came out of the Forbidden Forest, it howled and thought of us coming at us. To be honest, I was so scared that I was about to turn around and run away, but when I saw Neville and Dean around me so frightened that their legs and feet were so weak that they sat on the ground, and they couldn't escape, I gritted my teeth again and released a 'Thunderbolt Boom Curse' at the dragon, which was startled by the loud noise......"

Clark sat at the Hufflepuff table next door, eating his morning bacon and omelette, while watching Ron dance not far away, telling how he had battled the dragon to save Neville and Dean.

"Actually, I can do this kind of thing, and I guarantee that it is much better than what that guy said." Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table behind him and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Clark could hear a hint of jealousy in his words.

"You have more important things to do," Clark also lowered his voice, as if two agents were connecting, "Hagrid has already taken the professors to the Forbidden Forest, maybe he will be able to bring the little fire dragon back in the next second." ”

He finished speaking.

"Ron Weasley! What are you doing? Get off the table. An angry voice came from the gate, and Professor McGonagall, dressed in a dark green robe, looked at him with a grim face.

However, when the young wizards saw Professor McGonagall's figure, they quickly reacted, and the entire Great Hall was boiling.

They could clearly see that Professor McGonagall, along with Flitwick and Professor Snape, had followed Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest early in the morning.

Malfoy looked at Clark in shock, thinking that his mouth must have been kissed by a crow.

The young wizards abandoned Ron and flocked to Professor McGonagall.

"How's it going, Professor?"

"Professor, did you catch it?"

"Dean, is what Ron said true? Where's the dragon? Will we send it away? ”

Professor McGonagall was so loud that her blood pressure rose from these noises, her brain buzzed, and she couldn't help but cover her chest, the noise almost toppled the magical ceiling of the Great Hall, but more reactive little wizards had already bypassed her and ran towards the door.

"It's beautiful!"

"yes, it's beautiful!"

Every little wizard who walked through the front hall and stood at the gate let out such an emotion.

Ron's monotonous metaphor just now was worse than Aunt Mary's stockings, and it didn't reflect the charm of a fire dragon at all.

In front of them, the fiery dragon was lying quietly on the lawn outside the gate, falling into a deep sleep.

This little guy looked like he was not yet an adult, no more than three meters long, and from a distance, it did not look like a living thing, but like a work of art carved from obsidian.

A round and shiny black scale, properly draped over the body, reflecting colorful light in the sun.

The slender body shows the most perfect curves, more dynamic than the new Ferrari 456GT sports car this year, the best combination of biological evolution and aerodynamics, the perfect embodiment of speed and power.

If every man can't refuse a supercar, then every little wizard can't refuse to ride it and become a dragon knight.

"Leave it!"

I don't know who got up in the crowd, and the little wizards standing in the doorway began to make noise.

"Yes, leave it!"

"Leave it!"

"It belongs to Hogwarts!"

Maybe it's because it's fun, or maybe it's because it's impulsive, but more and more children are getting involved, and the voices are gradually aligned into one sentence.

"Leave it!"

"Leave it!"

"Leave it!"

The loud sound made both Flitwick and Professor Snape, who were standing beside the fire dragon, change color, and the body of the fire dragon on his stomach shook even more, but fortunately, the sleep potion that Snape configured was good enough, and the little guy turned over and continued to fall asleep deeply.

It moves!

The little wizards were even more excited, no matter how the three deans shouted, they couldn't stop it, anyway, the law didn't blame the public.

"Quiet, boys." The soft voice sounded in the ears of each young wizard, as if it possessed some kind of magical power, which successfully calmed their excitement.

Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, appeared behind them with a smile on his face.