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Hogwarts Targaryen Dragonborn
Hogwarts Bloodline Wizards
Hogwarts: Voldemort Inheritance Knowledge, Blood, and the Dark Mark
Newt motioned for Rock to stay back. The others moved forward.
Rock stayed where he was, his silver-gray eyes fixed on the enormous stone circle. His pupils tightened without conscious thought.
Solheim heard the movement and turned. He wasn't old, but years of hiding and isolation had carved deep lines into his face. His eyes burned with something far from human—raw, feverish zeal.
He looked at Newt and the others as if he had been expecting them all along.
"Ah… guests. Or should I say—sacrifices."
The two Aurors bristled, anger flashing across their faces as they raised their wands.
"Stand down!" Thor Eriksson barked.
Raising wands now would only provoke the man. They still had almost no useful intelligence on what they were facing.
Solheim's cold gaze slid over the Aurors. His voice came out hoarse and cracked. "Still that same arrogant attitude. You really do deserve to be sacrifices."
He lifted both hands. There was no wand in them—only a dagger carved from pale bone.
He made no obvious gesture, but the black mist around him thickened instantly. A violent surge of magic detonated outward, followed by a dragon's roar that shook the air.
Only then did everyone see what had been hidden beneath the stone circle.
Olaf.
The Norwegian Ridgeback was emaciated, little more than skin stretched over bone. The ring of black stone had hidden most of him, and his scales were stained with that same unnatural black filth. No one had noticed him until now.
As the roar faded, the stone ring blazed to life. Dozens of small, glowing blue runes flared across its surface.
Rock studied them carefully from behind the group. These were the ancient variant runes Newt had mentioned.
Up front, Newt and the others felt the air grow heavy, thick as liquid mercury. Eleanor was already struggling to stay upright.
"Careful," Newt warned, raising his wand. A white shield bloomed in front of them, pushing back against the crushing pressure. "He's using the ring to compress the magical field around us."
Solheim ignored the shield. He crouched beside Olaf and pressed the bone dagger slowly against the dragon's scales. The blue light along the blade flared into a blinding orb.
"With ancient blood as the guide…" His voice shifted, growing deeper, less human. "With dragon heart as the forge… reshape…"
The words rolled out like a chant. Olaf's emaciated body began to swell and contract in violent, uneven spasms, as if it might tear itself apart at any moment. A raw, agonized wail tore from the dragon's throat.
"Move!" Thor Eriksson shouted.
If they waited any longer, the ritual would take hold and they would lose any chance to fight back.
Spells lanced toward Solheim from multiple wands, only to slam into a shimmering blue barrier that flared around him.
Newt kept his focus on the ring itself, watching every movement Solheim made and every rune that lit up.
"Grandpa—Olaf's the node!" Rock called out from behind them.
The shout drew Solheim's attention. His head snapped toward Rock. A pillar of blue light shot straight at him.
"Protego Totalum!" Newt was already moving, stepping between Rock and the blast. The shield flared, then Newt grabbed his grandson's arm and Apparated them both clear.
They reappeared farther back. Newt set his battered leather case on the ground and flipped it open without hesitation.
"Just as I thought," he said calmly, almost lightly. "He's using Olaf as the primary anchor for the ritual."
Rock stared at him for a beat, then the pieces clicked. "Grandpa… you're not seriously letting Norberta out, are you?"
"Exactly." Newt's mouth curved. "She's the same species. Her presence should wake whatever's left of Olaf's original nature. And…" He held up a small glass vial filled with a bright, clear liquid. "This is a concentrated essence of pure life force I collected. Should give the ritual a rather nasty surprise."
Rock gave him a silent thumbs-up. The Norwegian Ministry had been losing sleep over this dragon for weeks. Newt had solved it in under a minute.
Newt tapped the side of the case. "Norberta. Come on out."
A powerful roar answered him—deeper, stronger, and far more alive than Olaf's had been. A massive shape exploded upward from the suitcase and landed in front of Newt with a ground-shaking thud.
Norberta's amber eyes found Rock. She snorted, two jets of flame puffing from her nostrils.
"What?" Rock raised an eyebrow. "You want to go a round? I can always go back in there and grab you a sparring partner."
The threat of the suitcase's other inhabitants worked instantly. Norberta settled down, wings folding in.
Newt reached up and patted the side of her massive head. "Norberta, one of your own kind needs help. Fly over there, call to him, and try to wake whatever's left of his true nature. Stay out of range of any attacks if you can."
Norberta threw her head back and roared in answer. One powerful beat of her wings sent her soaring toward the stone circle.
"Rock, this part's on you." Newt handed him the glass vial. "If Olaf starts fighting the ritual, get this to him."
Newt vanished again, reappearing closer to the fight to draw Solheim's attention.
Rock stared after him for a second. "This trip just keeps getting more insane."
He broke into a run toward the ring.
Another roar split the air—Norberta's this time, layered with raw draconic pressure. The blue glow of the runes flickered and dimmed for a moment.
"No—!!"
Solheim's voice twisted into something inhuman. He pressed harder on Olaf, forcing the dragon down, then flung one hand upward. The stone ring's light surged skyward in a blazing column aimed straight at Norberta.
"Opportunity!" Thor Eriksson shouted.
Dozens of spells hammered the barrier around Solheim from every direction. Newt joined in, his own wand flashing.
Solheim had missed Norberta with his counterattack and was forced to split his focus between defending himself and maintaining the ritual.
He never noticed the moment Olaf's emaciated body shuddered beneath him.
The dragon's dead-gray eyes slowly opened.
Norberta wheeled back around, roaring again. This time she exhaled a torrent of dragonfire that slammed directly into the blue barrier. The shield buckled and flickered under the onslaught.
Solheim tried to raise the bone dagger again to reinforce the ritual.
A sharp crack split the air. A large section of the barrier shattered.
"Volaris!"
A translucent hand of force slipped through the gap Rock had created.
Solheim reacted on instinct, swinging the dagger at what he assumed was an attack.
Rock smiled.
That was exactly what he had wanted.
The glass vial shattered with a bright, delicate sound.
Solheim froze, confused. It hadn't been an attack at all.
The next instant, a wave of warm, golden-white light detonated inside the stone ring.