Hogwarts: I'm More Than a Dark Lord-Chapter 692: Kabuda (Extra)

Looking at the sea of flames soaring into the sky, Harry’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. As the buzzing in his ears from the explosion faded away, mixed with the chaos slowly emerging from the distant crowd, Harry finally snapped back to reality—

Just when adrenaline was about to drown out his reasoning, that icy touch surged again from the depths of his consciousness.

In his eyes, a deep blue halo quickly lit up and then sank.

But the chaotic thoughts had already been instantly smoothed and compacted by an invisible hand, all emotions—shock, worry, the instinctive panic facing a sudden crisis—had been completely cleared at this moment, and Harry’s vision became exceptionally clear, "In the face of chaos, let yourself become the anchor point first."

The guiding voice with its usual lazy tone seemed to ring clearly in Harry’s ear.

"Ron, keep an eye—"

Harry spoke in a calm tone, but his gaze remained locked on the direction of the explosion, while his magic wand pointed diagonally at the struggling man on the ground, ready to cast another Imprisonment Spell.

However, he didn’t even finish his sentence.

On the ground, the man who had just looked terrified and repeatedly pleaded suddenly began to convulse violently, accompanied by a strange "hah hah" noise from his throat, his eyes rolled back, and his figure started to twist. His chest clothing suddenly bulged out, while the skin underneath emitted a sinister red glow, as if...

Something was desperately struggling inside him, trying to burst out.

"What the heck?"

Ron shouted in surprise, instinctively pointing the muzzle in his hand at the increasingly bright light source, trembling as he prepared to empty the magazine.

But Harry stopped Ron, waving his magic wand, "Protego Totalum!"

A translucent spherical shield enveloped the man on the ground.

The moment the shield formed—

"Pop!"

The hair-raising sound of skin tearing echoed, the man’s chest exploded like an overripe fruit, but what burst out wasn’t flesh and blood, but a large mass of viscous, semi-transparent, luminescent gel-like substance, now filling almost the entire interior of the hemispherical shield.

Then, a muffled, suppressed, and frenzied roar burst from the gel—

"Roar—cough cough cough..."

Evidently, the creature that had grown from the man’s chest didn’t anticipate its birth environment, as it began roaring and was immediately choked by its own mucus, uttering a comical choking sound—but there was no hint of laughter on Ron and Harry’s faces, for they both clearly saw through the layer of light shield the shadows slowly stretching within the gel.

That was... a dragon?

"Ssssss..."

The liquid with its foul smell seemed to possess considerable corrosive power, as Harry’s Armor Spell showed fine cracks after just a few moments.

The next moment, accompanied by a crisp sound, the light shield shattered completely, and the splashing liquid made a sizzling noise on contact with the ground and snow. This time, they both clearly saw—it was indeed a dragon.

A dragon whose size was petite, about half the size larger than a five or six-year-old child.

The Fire Dragon was covered in dense, pitch-black scales, reflecting a cold dark gleam in the firelight. The viscous liquid streamed down its jagged spine and freshly stretched wing membranes. It still appeared somewhat unadapted to its body, clumsily flapping its wings twice on the clearing, flinging off extra liquid, before it raised its head to continue the roar that had been interrupted—

"Roar"

And this roar seemed like a signal, its pitch-black body began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the dense sound of growing bones and friction between scales resonating intensively, the dark purple wing membranes rapidly extending, becoming wide and strong, while the sharp tail gradually lengthened, the sharp bone spurs at the end shining coldly.

In just a few breaths, it had already expanded from "young dragon" size to the usual size of a Fire Dragon, and this growth hadn’t stopped, as Ron looked at the Fire Dragon with its bulging muscles, with faint firelight emerging between the gaps in its dragon’s head, his mouth slightly open.

"Merlin’s iron maiden..." the man gasped in hot air, "this is a Hebrides Islands Black Dragon... how did that thing fit inside that guy’s belly?"

"Is this the time to dwell on such things?"

Harry’s voice remained calm as he watched the Fire Dragon clumsily rising with flapping wings, stumbling toward a nearby building. His gaze swiftly scanned the chaos rising in the distance and the crowd fleeing in all directions, decisively commanding, "Stop this thing from charging ahead!"

"Bang!" x2

With two almost overlapping soft explosions, the figures of Harry and Ron disappeared simultaneously from the spot.

In the next second, Harry appeared on the spire of a candy store on the left side of the street, with snow slipping off his feet, while Ron appeared beside the sign of the Gladrags Wizardwear on the right side, crouching slightly to barely maintain his balance.

The two turned around from left and right, and the stumbling Fire Dragon was right in front of them at this moment.

"Incarcerous!" x2

Harry and Ron simultaneously waved their magic wands, with thick, strong ropes shooting out from the tips. These ropes, sturdy enough to hold an elephant, deftly wove through the air, intertwining and quickly forming a large golden net aimed at the Fire Dragon’s head as it prepared to take flight.

However, this Black Dragon from the Hebrides Islands, clearly different from its kind, had a glint of human-like mockery flash in its deep purple, vertical pupils.

Faced with the incoming net, it didn’t roar and charge with brute force or breathe fire like an ordinary Fire Dragon. Instead, it folded its large, powerful dark wings abruptly, causing its massive body to plummet like a heavy stone.

Whoosh—

The net skimmed past its expanding back, missing its target.

After falling no more than two or three meters, just before hitting the canopy of a shop, the Dragon’s wings flared open again, and the strong airflow blew away the thick snow and decorative lights piled on the canopy. Utilizing this brief dive, the Dragon sharply changed direction, drawing a beautiful arc and easily evading the net. It then twisted its body to aim its menacing head at the two hurriedly turning wizards.

Deep in its throat, a dark red glow quickly gathered.

Harry’s heart tightened. He swiftly moved his wand, "Protego!"

Ron nearly matched his defensive action simultaneously.

"Roar—"

The sulfur-scented, dark red flames erupted like stormy waves, converging into two raging torrents that precisely engulfed Harry and Ron.

The flames crashed into Harry’s Iron Armor Spell, producing a muffled boom, and even through the shield, the scorching heat made him steaming hot. Ron’s shield wobbled violently, the scattered sparks igniting a corner of the sign next to him.

Seeing the somewhat disheveled appearance of the two, the Fire Dragon’s eyes had a more pronounced mocking intent, appearing to enjoy toying with its prey. Next, it flapped its wings to use the recoil to charge toward the fleeing crowd in the square.

"Damn, that beast wants to eat people!" Ron shouted instinctively as he extinguished the sparks on his sleeve.

Harry remained silent, his gaze cold as he lifted the spell beside him, the deep green lightning gathering between his wand—

This would probably earn him thirteen reports and reviews, but...

"Eek—"

A sharp, slightly smug screech that seemed out of place with the tension suddenly came from the street below the Fire Dragon.

What happened next caught everyone, and the Dragon, completely off guard.

The canopy that had nearly been crushed by the Dragon was suddenly propped up by an immense force from below. Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of cracking, an enormous mass, extraordinarily brutish in appearance, "grew" out of it.

Yes, it "grew" out. Like a kind of mad, eruptive plant, it instantly occupied the entire horizontal space of the street!

It was a Niffler.

A Niffler magnified countless times, like a small mountain, its glossy, slick black fur reflecting the firelight like fine silk, with its rounded bottom on the ground and a pair of small eyes that seemed sharper due to its enlarged form.

"Kabuda?"

Though almost all Nifflers look alike, there wasn’t a second one in the world that could grow this large.

"Eek!"

As if in response to Harry, the Niffler forcefully waved its arm, its pink claws slicing through the dark night sky and slamming onto the back of the Fire Dragon trying to dodge mid-air. The latter let out a howl of pain before being flung to the other side of the street by Kabuda, who had gripped its tail.

Staring at the Fire Dragon still growing in size, slowly rising from the wreckage, an excited glint sparkled in Kabuda’s eyes.

It lifted its right paw, slapped its belly hard, and the next moment, a loud male voice echoed through the night sky—

"Now, it’s Kabuda time!"