Dragon-riding Rescue

"Yes, I saw it." Professor McGonagall understood the gravity of the situation and looked serious.

"In any case, I'll go first. You'd better go to Professor Dumbledore and get him. The password for the Headmaster's office is…sweet." With that, Professor McGonagall blasted open the window in the corridor with a curse and jumped out of the third-floor window with a dominance that did not match her age.

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione rushed to the window, worried, and watched as Professor McGonagall plummeted from the sky, landing smoothly after waving her wand.

"Cool. It's a Levitation Charm. Why don't we try it?" Ron looked envious.

"This is the third floor, we'll fall to our deaths before we can cast a spell!" Harry had to remind him.

"We'd better get to Professor Dumbledore." Although Professor McGonagall had rushed to his aid, Hermione was still worried about Dumbledore, as he was the only one who could give them a sense of security.

"No need. I heard everything you said."

Just as Hermione was about to lead the expedition, Dumbledore appeared out of the shadows and looked off into the distance, his calm face revealing his surprise at what had happened.

…

At this moment, a loud noise came from the depths of the originally silent Black Forest.

After a while, a huge figure emerged from the bushes with difficulty. Its patched clothes were stained with blood, and a strong smell of blood wafted through the forest.

Normally, the hidden predators of the Forbidden Forest would be roaming around, but now, apart from the small noises caused by Hagrid, the forest was so quiet that the only sound was the buzzing of insects.

"Whew…" Hagrid panted, clutching the wooden stick he had found along the way to use as a weapon. He leaned against a tree and stared into space.

In the shade of the trees, a black-robed figure slowly approached. Hagrid, who could no longer walk, threw the stick in his hand.

As a half-giant, Hagrid's strength was naturally extraordinary, which was one of the reasons why he was able to tame so many magical creatures.

The stout stick made a sharp whistling noise in the air, but unfortunately for a powerful wizard on his guard, it was pointless.

"Split into pieces!" The black-robed wizard waved his wand casually, and the wooden stick exploded in midair, sending wood shavings flying everywhere.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you attacking unicorns in the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid demanded angrily, his eyes red.

The black-robed wizard did not reply, nor was he stupid enough to explain to Hagrid why he had hunted the unicorn. Instead, he gently raised his wand and pointed it at Hagrid.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed towards Hagrid at an extraordinary speed, and Hagrid, who had read the spell in the black-robed wizard's mouth, fell into despair.

Harry … Dumbledore … Aragog … Ivan … Hermione … Ron … Norbert …

A series of memories flashed through Hagrid's mind, and just as he was about to die, a white, shimmering figure appeared out of nowhere.

"No!" Hagrid roared, eyes bulging and face contorted.

However, no matter how much Hagrid roared, he could not change the fact. The green light hit the white figure, and it suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.

It was a unicorn…

Even as a powerful top-level magical creature, after taking a hit from the Death Curse head-on, its life force was draining rapidly, and it was nearing the end of its life. Its white mane was stained with blue blood, but even so, it still struggled to stand up.

Hagrid's eyes filled with tears and he tried to crawl over to check on the unicorn, but his body had lost all strength.

Quirrell, wrapped in a black robe, was trembling as the Dark Lord's voice rang in his head.

"Trash, you can't even kill an animal." Voldemort felt that this was the worst subordinate he had ever had, and for the first time, Avada Kedavra did not kill the target immediately.

Quirrell felt very wronged. It was obviously because Voldemort had absorbed so much of his life force over the past few days that his magic had been weakened…

However, Quirrell did not dare to complain to the Dark Lord, who was in control of his life and death. He could only vent his anger on Hagrid.

He would have had it if Hagrid hadn't jumped in when he was hunting unicorns.

Ignoring the dying unicorn, Quirrell walked slowly towards Hagrid, enjoying the look of hopelessness in his eyes.

Quirrell waved his wand and was about to end Hagrid's life with another Avada Kedavra when he saw a different light in Hagrid's eyes… from despair to blankness and finally shock… and a slight tremble at the corner of his mouth as he faintly read the words he wanted to say.

Dragons …

"Don't try to fool me with such petty tricks," Quirrell said disdainfully. He had seen too many of them.

Besides, where did dragons come from at Hogwarts?

"You fool, look at the sky!" Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's head again.

Despite the cloak's greatly reduced perception, Lord Voldemort was still able to detect a life-threatening attack.

The moment Voldemort opened his mouth, a dragon's roar reached Quirrell's ears. By the time Quirrell turned around, it was too late, and all he could see was a ball of fire closing in on him.

Voldemort violently wrested control of Quirrell's body, and at some point, the snake's grotesque face was turned to face Quirrell.

Even so, Voldemort only had time to wave his wand before the flames engulfed him…

Within the dragon's breath, a purple magical barrier suddenly lit up, barely keeping the flames at bay. However, the scorching heat and the surging waves of air made it so that Voldemort did not dare to relax, not to mention that the hastily released magical barrier was gradually cracking and showing signs of collapse.

Fortunately, the fiery breath only lasted for three seconds before it ended. Just as Voldemort heaved a sigh of relief, a huge dragon's head suddenly appeared in front of him. Using the force of the dive, it instantly broke through the barrier and flung the grotesque body away…