Harry Potter and the Time Travel Globe Part 4
The Dragon of Doom
Ron and Harry wobbled off down the corridor. Ron with his arm swaying at his side and Harry with his huge head drooping forward because of its weight.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked anxiously. "Do you need any help?"
"What do you THINK?" Ron almost shouted. "How would you like to have a jelly for an arm and an elephantic head! No offence meant," he added when Harry glared at him.
Just then, the trio rounded a corner and found themselves face to face with Professor McGonagall.
Her eyes grew wide, and she said, "Now, how many times must I tell all of you, NO playing in the corridor! Look at you! You've been dueling with someone again, right? This time I'm taking 50 points from Gryffindor! No, I don't want to hear your explanation. Go, just go,"
"But…but…" Ron started.
"Another word and it'll be a hundred points instead!" McGonagall growled. So saying, she hurried away in the opposite direction.
"That wasn't fair!" Harry fumed. "She should've listened to us."
"Forget it," Hermione said. "We'll be late for our History lesson."
"Easy for you to say," Ron muttered under his breath. "You didn't end up like us—"
He was cut short when he bumped into a student coming out from an empty classroom. The student had blonde hair, and a slightly confused expression on his face. He raised his hand to sweep back his hair. Hermione gasped.
"You…you…you're supposed to be dead!" she squeaked.
"What do you mean?" the boy asked. "I just woke up and found myself here. But I swore that I was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"You were," Hermione said, getting over her shock. "Until Professor Ralone killed you."
"Huh?" he said. "I'm dead?" He prodded himself with a finger. "Nope, I'm not a ghost. I'm alive and kicking."
"Well, that's impossible, unless he sort of cloned you and killed the copy, and at the same time transported you to another classroom," Hermione said, her brow furrowed. "That's virtually impossible! It's very, very advanced magic that only powerful wizards can perform. I read about it in 'Witchcraft and Wizardry: A History'."
"Well, that just proves that our teacher's very powerful," Harry shrugged. "C'mon, we're late."
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Ron wriggled uncomfortably in his seat. He glanced down at his arm. It was slowly becoming more solid, and less green.
He looked around the class. Most of the pupils were nodding off as Professor Binns' monotonous voice droned on. Suddenly there came a break in his speech.
Professor glanced at the students. He blinked several times.
"Which brings us to the Dragon of Doom." he said.
At this short sentence, the students jerked awake and sat up straight in their seats.
Apparently pleased at the attention given, Professor Binns continued, "It has been described as dark green, with bright red scales on its head and tail. This dragon breathes fire, so huge that it can consume a whole village at one go. Of course, no one lived long enough to describe him in close detail. But it is believed that this dragon's breath is fatal. To breathe in air it exhales is to down the most toxic poison ever created, a hundred times over.
"This dragon has lived for five thousand years, instilling fear in people's hearts. It has been known, once, to have succumbed to the evil side, but was put to sleep by the most powerful wizard of that time, Wizard Wilfred. That dragon was so powerful that Wizard Wilfred not only could not kill it, but had to give his life in order to put him into his deep sleep.
"For now, no one knows where the dragon is, or, for that matter, whether he has died. Only an extremely powerful wizard now, one far more powerful than Wizard Wilfred was, can wake up the dragon.
"This dragon's name is Du Chaillu, otherwise known as the Living Terror."