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Hogwarts Targaryen Dragonborn
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"You could say that," Newt nodded. "But I think you need to see it for yourself."
Before Rock could answer, another wizard approached their table. "Excuse me. Are you Mr. Scamander?"
Newt and Rock turned. The man was older, hair gone mostly white, robes dusted with what looked like scale fragments or dried potion residue. His eyes were bloodshot and urgent.
"I am," Newt said. "And you are?"
"Forgive the intrusion, Mr. Scamander. I'm Anders Mickelsen, advisor to the Norwegian Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I also teach at Durmstrang."
Newt stood and offered his hand. Official business, especially anything involving magical creatures, deserved at least basic courtesy.
Anders shook it quickly, then pulled Newt a few steps aside and dropped his voice. "Mr. Scamander, this is rather sudden, but we have a dragon whose behavior violates every known principle of draconic biology and pathology."
He reached into his robes and produced a small silver box sealed with magic. With two taps the lid turned transparent. Inside lay a palm-sized dragon scale shimmering with faint rainbow iridescence.
Rock saw it clearly: a thread of dark-red magic still twisting across the surface like a living wound.
Newt's brow furrowed the moment he noticed it.
"I've studied your papers on the Welsh Green," Anders said, taking a steadying breath. "Forty-eight hours ago a three-year-old Norwegian Ridgeback named Olaf crossed the border and attacked a Muggle facility. This scale was recovered at the scene. It does not belong to him."
"I know," Newt said quietly. "It's from a Welsh Green."
"Exactly." Anders leaned closer. "We ran every detection charm we have, including the classified ones from the Ministry. Two things came back. First, the scale came from a Welsh Green that suffered extreme pain and was under a powerful curse before it died. Second, the magic clinging to it is ancient, precise, and carries the signature of ritual malice."
Newt's voice stayed level. "And you believe this scale is what drove Olaf to attack?"
"Yes." Anders' eyes were pleading now. "We don't know how it found him or why it chose him. The International Confederation of Wizards has already accused us of losing control. They're threatening to take the dragon and handle it themselves."
Newt didn't answer right away. This trip had been meant for Rock. He glanced at his grandson.
Rock reached over and squeezed Newt's hand. "Go, Grandpa. You want to."
Anders' gaze flicked to Rock with sudden interest, then back to Newt with renewed hope.
Newt rested a hand on Rock's head. "If we do this, the rest of the trip gets postponed."
"It's fine," Rock said. "We can go later. This is what you love."
Newt smiled, the decision made. He looked at Anders. "Take me to the dragon."
Relief flooded Anders' face. "Thank you. Please, come with me."
He led them to the edge of the square where the patrol wizards waited. They gave Newt a respectful nod. Rock's attention went to the carriage parked nearby. Eight powerful legs supported the body of the horse pulling it.
"Sleipnir?" he asked.
Anders nodded, pleased. "The director sent it the moment he heard you were here."
Newt helped Rock into the carriage. The moment they were seated, the driver cracked the whip and the eight-legged horse launched into the sky. The ride was smooth, no lurching or drop in altitude.
They landed sooner than Rock expected. A deep voice called out from outside. "Mickelsen, any luck?"
Anders allowed himself a small, tired smile before stepping down. The large red-haired wizard waiting outside saw only Anders and his face fell into visible disappointment.
"Mr. Scamander, mind your step," Anders said, turning back to help Newt.
The big wizard's eyes went wide the second he saw Newt emerge. "By Odin!"
He strode forward and seized Newt's hand in both of his. "Mr. Scamander, I'm Thor Eriksson, director of the Norwegian Dragon Research and Control Bureau. It's an honor."
Newt managed a polite nod, clearly unused to such open enthusiasm.
Thor's gaze shifted to Rock and his expression tightened. "And this child is…?"
"My grandson," Newt said. "We were traveling together."
Thor hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. Taking a boy to see a dragon that had already attacked once was not something he wanted on his conscience.