A week had passed, Arthur's time at Hogwarts had been nothing but learning and having fun.
He expanded his knowledge and skills to the point that both Great Red and Ophis had to admit that magic of the wizards and witches was bullshit.
It could almost do anything outside the realm of possibility. Of course their magic was a lot more powerful but not as versatile.
Arthur had learned various subjects, both magical and mundane, that others might have dismissed them as not important.
He mastered ancient runes and deciphered forgotten languages, unlocking hidden knowledge and secrets that would help him in his future adventures inside the dungeon worlds.
He had studied herbology and potions, learning to identify and utilize plants for healing, protection, and even curing what should be an incurable illness for muggles.
He had explored the charms and transfiguration, manipulating objects and altering reality in ways that could prove very helpful in the time of need.
These skills weren't combat-oriented, but they would give him an advantage that direct prowess alone couldn't.
They would allow him to pass through any challenging puzzles, dangerous traps, and cunning enemies.
All was great if Arthur had to say so himself.
At the hidden long corridor leading to outside Hogwarts. Arthur was going back home to have a little sexy time with his crazy princess as always.
His dragon blood kept asking for more and more and Azula might not be able to keep up with him at this rate.
[You should really consider giving your seed to Emilia and Rem soon.]
Great Red advised.
[If you don't, you're going to end up devastating your crazy mate. She's going to such lengths to keep you all to herself, but she must know by now that it's not possible. Even female dragons, with all their power and might, can't satisfy the needs of their mate alone. They need the assistance of other females they trust and approve.]
Great Red's knowledge of mate was not stemmed from herself but from countless conversations with her close circle of female dragon friends.
They had shared their experiences and trials during the creation of their lairs, and a common thread emerged - the necessity of sharing their mates with their friends who were single.
Female dragons would never share their mate with female dragons who already had their own mate.
If their mates discovered the infidelity, it would lead to a catastrophic fight that could devastate the whole world.
"I will ask them…"
Arthur felt awkward when thinking about how he would ask them.
However, after tasting the forbidden fruit and having his dragon blood awakened made it impossible for him to stop thinking about mating.
He could die from thirst and it was very serious if he lost himself.
'It's so embarrassing to think I could go berserk from horniness!'
He shook his head and decided to think about it later.
Arthur's footsteps echoed softly through the dimly lit corridor, his figure casting long, dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls.
It was the witching hour at Hogwarts, a time when the castle's resident ghosts typically held sway, their spectral forms gliding through the halls and whispering tales of days gone by.
But tonight, something was amiss.
The usual ethereal chatter was absent, replaced by an eerie silence.
Arthur strained his ears to listen for the familiar rustle of spectral robes or the faint murmur of ghostly conversations.
Yet, there was nothing. However, something hit him.
"This scent..."
The scent that reached Arthur's nose was similar to the Dementors, but it was subtly different.
"So Death Eaters then. Why are they here?"
Shadowy figures materialized from the darkness, their wands glowing ominously.
Their faces were concealed by dark hoods and could not be seen. However, Arthur could read their parameters so their identity had been exposed.
They circled Arthur, their wands aimed at him.
Even though he was surrounded by the Death Eaters. He remained calm.
His expression was serene, almost bored.
He met their gazes with an unimpressed stare.
It was as if he was facing a group of children playing with sticks rather than the most feared dark wizards in the wizarding world.
He could sense their magical power, their levels barely registering on his scale.
'Even if I just stand still and let them attack. They wouldn't be able to even scratch my scale. Even Avada Kedavra is nothing.'
"Attack the mudblood!"
A barrage of curses and hexes hurtled towards him from the Death Eaters.
They intend to kill him, the mudblood.
'If I, who has dragon blood a mudblood. What are they?'
As the first curse struck his ethereal scale. It exploded into a dazzling array of colors.
The second curse followed suit, then the third, and soon the night sky was ablaze with an ethereal ballet of light.
Each Death Eater's curse, no matter how potent or insidious, was transformed upon impact, its dark energy transmuted into a dazzling firework.
Arthur remained unscathed amidst a storm of magic, his silhouette contrasting against the kaleidoscope of colors dancing in the night.
Death Eaters shall know today that their dark lord wasn't absolute.
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