The Lightning Dragon In Harry Potter

After hearing what Luke said, Lockhart suddenly understood the situation.

"You want me to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic?" Lockhart touched the restored skin with his hand and turned to look at the boy who manipulated his soul.

It must have been something from when he bought the ring that day, and now he was targeted by this little wizard.

"Try to aim for a higher position." Luke patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Now that you have an immortal body, I believe that for a celebrity like you, rising through the ranks should be a very simple matter."

After a year and a half of growing, Luke was now about 1.7 meters tall. Though still a head shorter than Lockhart, he could easily reach his shoulder.

"Oh, you want to control the Ministry of Magic?" Lockhart quickly grasped Luke's goal.

"Think of it as paving the way," Luke explained with a smile. Lockhart was now his puppet, and there was no harm in sharing some of his plans.

Paving the way—for whom? Lockhart wondered. But before he could voice his question, Luke turned to leave.

"It's two o'clock now. You'd better go back and get familiar with your new body," Luke advised. "After all, you have classes tomorrow, Professor Lockhart! And remember, the entrance to the chamber is in the Slytherin lounge. Don't get caught by Snape."

With that, under Lockhart's surprised gaze, Luke's figure was slowly sucked into a vortex.

What kind of spell is this?! Lockhart's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. More had happened tonight than he could ever have imagined.

First, his body had been burned to ashes by a Fiery Fire Curse. Then, he was resurrected in another form...

Pat—

A crisp sound made him slowly turn around. At some point, the blade had reverted back into his wand.

The ebony rod was still covered with dry blood and dust, remnants of its former use.

Lockhart bent over to pick up the wand, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

Inside the auditorium, life went on as usual, oblivious to the dark dealings that had taken place just beyond its walls.

"Good morning, Luke."

Luke, who had just entered the Great Hall, heard an ethereal, lark-like voice. It was Luna.

Her voice was so distinctive that once you heard it, you would never forget it.

"Good morning, Lou — Hermione?"

When Luke turned his head, he saw not only Luna in her azure robe but also Miss Hermione, smiling beside her.

"Good morning, my Mr. Geralt," Hermione greeted with a smile, her brown curly hair cascading behind her, looking full of energy.

"How did you two get together?" Luke asked, touching the tip of his nose in curiosity.

"I ran into Miss Hermione when I was going down the stairs," Luna replied softly, standing aside.

"I saw Luna alone, so I came to the Great Hall with her," Hermione shrugged.

"Let's go, let's have breakfast," Hermione said, trotting to Luke's side and hugging his arm.

"Goodbye, both of you," Luna nodded and was about to head to the Ravenclaw table, but just as she was turning, Hermione's voice rang out.

"Do you want to have breakfast with us, Luna?"

Hearing this, Luke couldn't help but glance at the little witch beside him, his expression thoughtful.

"Me?" Luna's expression was always dreamy, making it impossible to guess her inner emotions. "Is it okay?"

"Certainly," Miss Granger nodded, looking at Luna with friendly brown eyes.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Luna smiled.

They walked together to the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

Luna sat down next to Hermione, while Luke settled in beside his little girlfriend. Ronald and Harry were nowhere in sight, likely still asleep. Meanwhile, the twins and Wood had already finished eating and, after exchanging greetings, were off to training.

"Make sure Harry gets to Quidditch practice on time," Wood reminded Luke as he left, dragging the reluctant twins along. The twins had hoped to spend the morning thinking up new ideas for Werewolf Kill, their latest game project. They had handed over the card store to Cedric and Lee Jordan, who were also part of their group. Fred and George, always in need of extra hands, had readily agreed, especially since Harry only helped occasionally, Ronald was more of a troublemaker, and Luke and Hermione were usually busy dating or studying.

"A cup of sweetened milk tea, please," Luke ordered as he watched Hermione and Luna chat. A hot cup of milk tea appeared on the table, along with a few rock cakes. For Luke, these hard, tooth-breaking rock cakes were a crunchy delight, akin to little biscuits.

"Good morning, Luke, Hermione," Harry greeted, rushing to the table. His glasses were fogged up, and he looked flustered. "It's all Ronald's fault. He didn't wake me up when he left," Harry grumbled, ordering an omelet and sitting down.

"Ronald?" Hermione echoed, puzzled. "We haven't seen him at the table."

"Maybe he went to the classroom," Luke suggested, taking a bite of the rock cake, which made a satisfying crunch. Luna watched him curiously, intrigued by the food.

"You're eating rock cakes for breakfast?" Harry asked, wincing at the thought of biting into one.

"They're not bad," Luke replied softly, enjoying the crunch. "Better than Hagrid's, at least. The house-elves make them pretty well."

The mention of house-elves reminded Luke of Dobby, the elf who was always eager to help Harry. He realized he hadn't seen Dobby around recently and wondered where the little elf had gone.