I’m Harry Potter - Chapter 37

I’m pretty sure that Kayda thinks I’m her parent, but that’s not a bad thing. It will help a lot with the training I have planned. Nothing to crazy of course, I don’t want to hurt her. Just teach her how to act around people, so she doesn’t go around attacking everyone. While waiting for Quirrell to make his move, I looked into different animal languages. What I found was quite lackl.u.s.ter, as their’s barely any information in any of my books. The only information I found was that Merlin was believed to have the ability to speak to dragons.

Merlin is literally the most famous wizard in history. He was born sometime during the medieval era. During his formative years, he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sorted into Slytherin House. He was in Hogwarts during the time of the founders, so it’s possible that they taught him. The founders never brought up Merlin in our conversations though. At some point in his lifetime, Merlin became a part of the Court of King Arthur, assisting him during his reign. His immense skill in the magic arts helped him secure a position on the Knights of the Round Table. He was also the enemy of Arthur’s half-sister, Morgan le Fay, a dark witch.

Merlin seemed to be the only wizard/witch that could enchant items like the goblins. This earned him the title of “Prince of Enchanters”. He’s also known to have had a Phoenix familiar just like Albus Dumbledore. Seeing as Merlin is dead I might as well summon him with the resurrection stone. That way I can figure out if I can learn to speak to dragons, and maybe learn some magic from him. Making my way to my dorm room I lock the door behind me and channel some magic into my ring. A ghostly white hair bearded man appears in front of me. He looks like Gandalf the grey from the lord of the rings minus the staff.

“You shouldn’t have called me to the world of the living, child. My time has already passed, and me being here will upset the balance of this world.” Merlin said.

“There’s no reason to worry so much, as I won’t keep you here for long. I’m Harry Potter by the way, and I presume you’re Merlin Emrys.” I said, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

“Yes, that would be me. Now, why have you summoned me?” He asked.

“I would like for you to teach me the draconic language.” I said.

“Why do you need to learn to speak with dragons?” Merlin asked, and I point to the tiny dragon sitting on the bed behind me.

“I’ve recently come into the possession of a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon, and she seems to see me as a parent. I would like to be able to speak to her.” I said.

“She’s a cute little one isn’t she. What’s her name?” He asked.

“Kayda, she just hatched recently.” I said.

“What happened to her mother?” Merlin asked.

“I don’t know. The groundskeeper of Hogwarts and keeper of the keys, Rubeus Hagrid won the dragon egg in a card game. I stole it from him because he doesn’t have the means to care for a dragon, and truthfully I wanted a dragon as one of my familiars.” I said.

“Ahh, I see. Let me have a quick conversation with Kayda first. Then I’ll make my decision.” He said, and walk closer to Kayda. Merlin opened his mouth, but no words came out only growls. Kayda jerked her head up as she stared directly at Merlin, and returned his growls in kind with her own. After about a minute of constant growling, Merlin turned to me again.

“I’ll teach you how to speak to dragons, but it’s not going to be easy. I was born with the ability to speak the draconic language, so I never had to learn it. I’ve tried to teach a few students in my time, and all of them gave up.” Merlin said.

“I’ll put 110% of my effort into your teachings. Thank you for this opportunity.” I said, as I stand up and bow my head.

“Good, we’ll start now then.” He said, and started his lesson.

After a month of lessons from Merlin, I haven’t made much progress with the draconic language. Yeah, I can speak a few words, but I didn’t think my advancement would be so slow. While going to classes, hanging out with friends, and learning a new language, it came time for When Voldy should attack the unicorns in the forbidden forest. I had my elves scout out the forest, for the locations of every unicorn. This way I’ll know which gets attacked and when. I don’t really want a unicorn as a familiar, but I would rather help a unicorn if I can.

Unicorns are pure and defenseless creatures, so killing them just doesn’t seem right to me. Maybe I could also get a steed to ride into battle out of it. The blood of a unicorn will keep the drinker alive even if they’re on the brink of death, but the drinker will be cursed with a half life. Quirrell is probably slowly dying from the being possessed by Voldemort. That’s why he’ll have to drink the unicorn blood. A half life is better than no life at all, and I think most people would agree with that.

When my elves brought me information about an injured unicorn, I put on my invisibility cloak and made my way to the area in the forbidden forest. I could see a cloaked figure kneeled down and hunched over a downed unicorn. Not wanting the unicorn to die, I take a rock and throw it into a bush twenty feet away from me. This startled Quirrell, and he gets up searching the area. Finding nothing, but not wanting to be found out, he left the forest as quickly as possible.

Once he left, I made my way towards the downed unicorn. After analyzing his wounds, I started working on healing him. The unicorn is choking on its own blood, so the first thing I do is cast the Episkey spell to heal the wounds in his lungs. Episkey is only for minor injuries, so hopefully their’s nothing to damaged about his lungs. Then I cast Tergeo to siphon the blood out of his lungs so he’s not drowning anymore, and he seems to be breathing just fine now. The next big thing is the hole in the side of his neck. This was the area that Quirrell drank from, and it’s the worst of his outer injuries.

Episkey won’t work on this, so I take out a small glass bottle with red liquid, and pour the entirety of it into the wound. The hole in the unicorn’s neck starts slowly closing, and it seems like he’ll be alright now. I give him a blood replenishing potion just to be safe, as he’s lost a lot of blood. The red liquid I poured in his wound is a potion I modeled after video games and stories. Almost every fantasy story has healing potions, but the Harry Potter world doesn’t.

At least they don’t have something with the same power, like the ones from the fiction of my past world. With its life no longer in the balance, the unicorn falls asleep on the ground in front of me. After letting out a sigh of relief, I hear the sounds of many feet walking behind me. Turning around I see the hairy bodies of four tiger sized eight-legged tarantulas.

“Nope, nope, nope. F**k spiders I’m not doing this I refuse.” I said, as a chill went down my spine. “Mimsy!”

*pop*

“Master Harry called?” She said, not noticing the spiders inching closer behind her.

“Get me and this unicorn to the Black mansion now!” I commanded, and she popped us away swiftly, not knowing why her master was being so mean about it. Once I was away from the hairy disgusting monsters, I took a deep breath and sat on the couch. I may be able to destroy those spiders easily, but I would rather not be anywhere near them.

“F**k spiders”

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