HP: I Have "Pure" Magic

"Finally, I at least got the egg." I muttered as I came out of Hagrid's hut.

If it is not clear yet, tonight, is the night that Hagrid got the dragon egg in the gambling.

Yeah, he just came back after playing poker with Lord Voldemort. I think, Barty Crouch Jr. would be jealous.

I had decided that tonight was the best time to steal the egg. I reckoned it would be for the best if I stole it before Hagrid could get attached to it, lest complain to Dumbledore if it got stolen.

Tonight? The guy was drunk. He couldn't have been 100% sure whether the egg was real or not. So, when he eventually discovers that the egg was, in fact, not real, but an extremely realistic fake, he can only praise it's creator for his extremely, blindingly, astonishingly, brilliant skills. And, he'd think that he got cheated by the guy who played poker with him.

And if I wanted a magical pet, I really didn't have much of a choice than to wait for this day. I didn't have enough Protagonist Halo to accidentally or incidentally bond with a Phoenix or Thunderbird. Either of them wasn't a bad choice, both of them being 𝑋𝑋𝑋𝑋 category creatures with extremely high attribute magic. According to the book, the wizard bonded to either of them would have a very high affinity with fire and lightning magic respectively. Not to mention the increase in magical power that comes with it.

But, I don't care much about them. Because....well, Dragons! 𝑋𝑋𝑋𝑋𝑋 category!!! The benefits of bonding with dragons are...well, unknown. I'm pioneering here!

I was like, let's steal first and see what happens. I have something planned, but if it doesn't work, I'm going bird hunting the next holidays.

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I started speed-walking back to the castle. But my eagerness got the better of me and I took my broom out my pocket. I flew carefully back to the room of requirements.

It opened up to show Dora curled up on one of the couches, sleeping.

"...."

This was another development that had occurred here. Just recently, Dora isn't bothering to go back to her dorm anymore.

In the first place, the reason she used to go back to sleep in her dorm was that, one of her roommates reported to Sprout about her spending the bight out a few years ago, when she had started sleeping in the RoR.

So, after that, she had to be really careful about coming and going. But, she recently found out that, the same roommate has actually been sleeping somewhere out of dorms with god knows which guy. Really, some girls are real b*tches.

Dora had ranted for quite a while about the unfairness of it all. But, in the end, she just let it go and simply pulled a few very, very nasty pranks on that hypocritical roommate, which...I might or might not have suggested. And now, let's just say that, the girl won't going out at night from now on. Since nobody would be willing to spend their night with her anymore, at least not in Hogwarts. No mercy to Dora's enemies!!

Anyways, even though I'm happy with this development, that doesn't help me in my current situation. After all, I have a dragon to hatch.

'Well, I'll make do with it somehow'.

First of all, I lifted her up gently from the couch and placed her on a canopy bed and covered her with a blanket. Then I drew the curtains shut and casted a silencing ward around the canopy.

Then I asked the room of requirements to create small separate room with a fireplace.

.

Rumbling sounds echoed as the room shifted to make the room the the fireplace, and the silencing ward did it's job.

But I still didn't start up the fire yet. I had to test something else first.

According to my research, Dragons use their magic fire on their eggs to hatch them.

So, most of the books have written that dragon eggs need fire to hatch and they recommended to use the fire produced from burning magical tree wood, or a powerful enough magic fire continuously produced from a wand by a wizard.

There's little chance of it hatching from fire produced from normal tree woods.

So, there a common concept between these method methods.

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜.

𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 fire, fire produced by 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 tree, and 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 fire produced by wizard.

So, why not try giving it some 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 magic along with the fire? After all, there's a high possibility that the fire is just a secondary component, and the main component that the egg needs, is 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 itself, and the dragon just don't have any other way to provide it other than breathing magical fire on the egg.

But, before that.

First of all.

There's something I've always wanted to try.

My expression became very solemn.

I made small cut in palm. Blood immediately started flowing out. I slowly brought it up on egg and dripped the drops on it.

*Drip*

*Drip*

*Drip*

Then I waited.

Nothing happened... The blood dripped on the smooth surface and slid right down to the ground.

"...."

A drop of sweet appeared on the back of my head.

I tried rubbing bloody hand thoroughly on the egg, but alas, it was not meant be.

This ain't the Eastern Fantasy, but the Western fantasy. Here your can't raise your cultivation by absorbing magical power from the surroundings, and you can't hatch an egg by simply dripping a few drops of blood.

Though we still have young masters...

*cough* *Draco* *cough*

"This young master is from Malfoy Family. You lowly mudblood! You dare disrespect this young master! You're courting death! This young master will tell the Patriarch."

Shaking my head clear of such thoughts, and concentrated intensely to clear my of all intents to activate the 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳. Then, I willed the familiar clicking sensation that only I can feel. Soon, familiar comfortable energy started to spread throughout my body. Most of it started flow into the cut in my palm, and though it wasn't painful, I still had an uncomfortable urge to scratch my palm as the pure magic passively started to healed my wound.

I picked up the dragon egg, and slowly started led the energy to ooze out of my palms.

Rainbow light began flickering in the darkness of the small room I had commissioned in the Room of requirements.

And i observed that, slowly and gradually the magic was definitely getting absorbed into egg.

A mile wide grin started to split my face.

"Hehehe."

That night, Dora kept hearing a creepy laughter of a mad scientist in her dreams...

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A.N.: ℙ𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊 !!! 👹👹👹