great-warnovel Chapter 244 Dragon Feast Ritual
Chapter 244 Dragon Feast Ritual
Chapter 244 Dragon Feast Ritual
The door to the Room of Requirement was pushed open again, and this time Dumbledore and Narcissa entered.
Hermione felt it was necessary to inform the family about the ceremony that was to be held for her children.
It's unclear what Draco said to his mother after returning from White Mountain Village, but Narcissa, though looking worried, didn't stop him.
Perhaps she had witnessed her son's growth, and Hermione's rapid rise had shocked this Black woman. Even from a pragmatic perspective, her son's decision to side with Hermione was a perfectly reasonable one, so she simply watched quietly from the sidelines.
Hermione, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed. Her son was supposed to have complete faith in her, and she, lacking a performative personality, was really a bit hesitant.
"The dragon blood and the transformation potion did not react negatively; this may be due to the magic in the moonlight," Lily analyzed.
"Although we can't fully understand the consequences of the compositional changes yet, at least they are harmless," she told everyone.
"It's like drinking the transformation potion without completing the prerequisite steps. Although it won't activate Animagus, it won't kill you. And I have prepared Mandela Potions, which can forcibly stop the transformation at the critical moment."
McGonagall then brought over a slip of paper: "I've modified some words in the original spell to make the transformation more targeted."
Dumbledore and Hermione each read it once and both felt there were no problems.
There were three Transfiguration masters and one Potions master present, which is why Narcissa felt relatively at ease.
After carefully reviewing the steps in her mind again to make sure there were no problems, Hermione looked at Draco again and asked, "Should we proceed with the ceremony today?"
"There's no time requirement for the Dragon Feast. If you feel you're not ready yet, you can wait a bit longer."
Draco let out a slightly nervous burp: "If eating too much mushroom roast meat isn't a problem, then today is fine!"
Hermione chuckled as she shoved the potion into his hand, then solemnly instructed, "Drink the potion in the center of the altar."
Then point your wand to your heart and recite the new spell the professor has adapted. If you haven't memorized it, recite it a couple more times now.
"Next comes the most crucial step!"
She stared into Drak's eyes: "If my calculations are correct, after you drink the potion and recite the incantation, the dragon blood in the potion will take effect, and the spirit of this rock dragon remaining in its blood will begin to attack you."
"At this moment, you must fully activate the Brain Occlusion Technique while maintaining unwavering faith and wrest control of your body from the dead baby dragon."
"If you lose, it will completely destroy your consciousness, turning you into a giant lizard that only knows how to gnaw on rocks!"
This is only part of what Draco has to do; in fact, Hermione also has a lot to do.
This is not the real Dragon Offering after all. The Stone Dragonheart of this world is just a catalyst, a catalyst that allows Draco to gain the qualification to perform the Dragon Offering Prayer.
As the embodiment of his faith, Hermione must guide Draco throughout, bathing him in moonlight while also granting him the ability to use Dragon's Blessing and transforming into his true form; otherwise, he might truly become a rock dragon cub in this world.
That's probably not as powerful as a horned camel.
The boy nodded vigorously and stood in the center of the altar, holding the potion.
To maintain a quiet environment, the others did not enter the transformation chamber, but watched from outside the door. The huge, empty room, with its almost invisible ceiling, was only illuminated by the faint glow of the pyroxene crystal clusters.
Hermione was standing behind the altar, and Draco could see her through the semicircle.
"Remember, stay in your faith, stay steadfast!"
Draco closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then uncorked the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.
Narcissa nervously grabbed Lily's hand. Although they used to belong to opposing camps, they were surprisingly getting along quite well now.
Draco's clear incantation echoed in the Transfiguration Chamber, and the professors listened carefully to make sure he hadn't mispronounced it.
Soon, as the power of the dragon blood spread, his face immediately turned red.
"Just like animal transformations, this will be accompanied by pain! Be strong! Endure it!" Hermione's calm voice came from beside her.
Draco blushed and knelt down in anguish. His vision blurred, but he vaguely saw a figure disappearing from the semicircle in front of him, replaced by a hazy moon, which was positioned right above the semicircle.
"I entrust my faith to you—I entrust my body and soul to you—." Because of the rapid flow of blood, his ears were filled with a roar, but he silently recited his creed over and over again in his heart. He forced himself to activate his most proud brain-sealing technique to prevent the roaring dragon in his ear from getting close.
Suddenly, everything went black, and he seemed to have been separated from the real world and entered a dark void.
A tremendous roar broke his daze, and from the dark abyss, a pale and slender fire dragon covered in rock crawled out.
However, it is clear that its size is not very large; it is at most a young dragon approaching its juvenile stage.
The darkness receded quickly, revealing a clear view of the surrounding landscape: the ruins of Malfoy Castle, a desolate city covered in blood and thorns, devoid of any sign of human life.
"This is my mental world," Draco realized.
A family shattered overnight, all the beauty destroyed, thorns and bloodshed—these have shaped the scene he sees now—a superficial representation of his consciousness.
But before he could think, the young dragon charged at him with hatred in its eyes, as if it wanted to kill him.
Draco could only rely on his wand, or rather, his own will.
A beam of moonlight suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the boy.
He looked up at the sky, where in that unknowable height, in that dark and distant place, a full moon pierced through the barriers of time and space, showering him with protection and strength.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a strange sense of emotion welling up from the bottom of his heart, a feeling of attachment that Maria had described.
"It's Hermione, my faith, who is supporting me and protecting me!"
Ignoring the young dragon, he knelt in the spiritual realm, conjuring a holy mark in his hand, and prayed to the moon.
The increasingly thick moonlight layered upon layer, almost turning the pillar of light enveloping him into blazing white. The young rock dragon seemed quite wary, and after approaching, it was too afraid to go forward, but just kept pacing around and roaring.
Finally, when Draco finished his prayer, the moonlight around him almost solidified, and he stood up to look at the dragon, now controlled by its wild nature.
"Now, Granger's warrior of faith, the blade of the moon, shall display his might!"