Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

The dark underground space was filled with a faint fishy smell, and a lot of magic power remained in the air. The surrounding walls and dome were torn apart, revealing a great battle that just happened.

And in the center of this huge space, on a disc similar to an altar, a naked baby was lying in the center, with a light blue light flowing on his body, which looked extremely strange.

But at this moment, a faint light flashed, and two figures suddenly appeared here. The old man who was walking in front squatted down, stared at the child with blue eyes for a while, and sighed.

"Professor, it seems that we are one step late..."

"Dumbledore, is this child helpless?" The tall and thin witch looked at the young and peaceful face, and turned her head away.

"The Dragon Wizard Group has been wiped out, and this child is also the last one."

"Well, but Dumbledore, why would these people think of combining dragons and humans, it's just...!!"

"They just wanted to replace Voldemort as the Dark Lord's clown when Voldemort disappeared, but they hurt these innocent lives."

"By the way, that kid from the Potter family?"

"I've already arranged it." Dumbledore also thought of Harry Potter, who survived the catastrophe. Perhaps it would be safer to grow up in the Muggle world.

"Then, we don't care about this child, he still looks alive now."

"But he doesn't have a complete soul. He is not a normal reproduction, but a creature that is forcibly combined with magic. I can't do anything about it."

"..." Professor McGonagall deeply felt her own powerlessness. She had no children, so she could feel the hard-won life of a life even more. She hated those dark wizards, but she wanted to save this life even more.

"Well, Minerva, I understand this feeling, so we have to teach our students to be better, so that they don't become darkness, don't we?"

Minerva glanced at Dumbledore, nodded, and then came to the baby's side, reaching out and stroking him gently.

"Albus, how much time can he live?"

"Minerva, you won't want it?" Dumbledore also asked back in shock, he didn't expect the always calm Minerva to make such a decision.

"If you live like an ordinary child, you can live up to 10 years old. This is the record for the longest life among the dozen or so children of the Dragon Curse who have not been abandoned."

"Albus, let me take care of him for these 10 years, I don't want him to die here, without feeling everything, without experiencing everything."

"Minerva, there are some things you need to learn to let go of. This fruitless emotion will bring you more pain."

"Albus!"

But just when Dumbledore thought that Mag would give up rationally, McGonagall made him look back with a low cry, and a miraculous scene appeared in front of him.

In this dark underground, a ray of light penetrated through a crack that was blown out, and slowly stopped on the child's body. A faint smile appeared on the child's face.

Dumbledore felt that a complete soul was being condensed, and he saw a miracle, a miracle that even magic could not bring!

"Perhaps he should have a better choice, such as living a normal life and living a happy life."