Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

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

　　 And right in the center of this huge space, on a disk similar to an altar, a naked baby lying in the center, light blue light flowing on his body, it looks very strange.

　　 At this moment, a faint light flashed, and two figures suddenly appeared here. The old man walking in front crouched down, staring at the child with blue eyes for a while, and sighed.

　　 "Professor, it seems we are a step late..."

　　 "Dumbledore, is there no way for this child?" The tall and thin witch looked at the young serene face and turned her head away.

　　 "The dragon wizard group has been wiped out, and this child is the last one."

　　 "Well, but Dumbledore, why do these people think of combining dragons and humans? This is simply...!"

　　 "They just wanted to take advantage of Voldemort's disappearance and want to replace the clown of the Dark Lord, but they hurt these innocent lives."

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

　　 "I've made arrangements." Dumbledore also thought of Harry Potter, who survived a catastrophe, and grew up in a Muggle world, perhaps it would be safer.

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

　　 "But he doesn't have a complete soul. He didn't reproduce through normal reproduction, but was a creature that was forcibly combined with magic. I can't do anything."

　　 "..." Professor McGonagall felt her own powerlessness deeply. She had no children, so she could even feel the hard-won life of a life. 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 become better, so that they will not become dark, right?"

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

　　 "Albus, can he live more time?"

　　 "Minerva, don't you want it?" Dumbledore asked in shock. He didn't expect that Minerva, who had always been calm, would make such a decision.

　　 "If you live the same life as an ordinary child, you can live up to 10 years old. This is the longest living record among more than a dozen children of Dragon Curse that have not been abandoned."

　　 "Albus, let me take care of him in the past 10 years. I don't want him to die here. I haven't felt everything or experienced everything."

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

　　 "Albus!"

　　 But just when Dumbledore thought McGonagall would give up wisely, McGonagall let him look back with a low cry, and a miraculous sight appeared before his eyes.

　　 In this dark underground, a beam of light penetrated a blown out gap and mapped in, slowly resting on the body of the child, with a shallow smile on the child's face.

　　 Dumbledore is feeling a whole soul condensed. He saw a miracle, a miracle that even magic can't bring!

　　 "Perhaps he should have a better choice, such as living an ordinary life and living happily."