Chapter 230: Rich Lady, Hungry, Food

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"Mom!"

A face so battered it was nearly unrecognizable as dragon-like was drenched in tears. After forcibly unleashing the ultimate move of the Solar Dragon, the little guy who had been fighting Harry completely lost the ability to resist. The pitiful cry of "Mom" was the only word he could roar at that moment.

"Do you still dare to spit on the ground now?!"

Harry, sitting boldly on the dragon's head, was gasping heavily. The effects of thirty seconds of extreme power exertion had passed. If he hadn't drunk enough high-energy nutritional supplements in advance, the massive drain from overexertion would've left him shriveled like a mummy. Even with preparation, his once-strong body had visibly thinned, veins protruding all over his skin. His fat reserves were completely depleted, and even his muscles had begun to break down, paying the price for the earlier energy overdraw.

"I didn't..."

The little dragon whimpered with a swollen, tear-streaked face, feeling utterly wronged. From start to finish, he couldn't understand why Harry had come to beat him up. A thousand grievances swirled in his heart, almost making him explode from frustration.

"Then think carefully! Half a month ago, I was happily teleporting to Chadlow for a visit. The moment I landed—boom!—you spat at me from over ten kilometers away, trying to ambush me, a poor little 13-year-old wizard. Is there no justice in this world? No morals?"

"If I hadn't dodged fast enough, your spit would've killed me!"

Still feeling a bit itchy in his hands, Harry smacked the swollen bump on the little dragon's head. The slap made his own hand sting, and he hissed through clenched teeth. Now weakened, Harry couldn't hit the dragon's tough hide with the same force as before.

"So you were that fly?"

The little dragon's voice, now laced with a hint of confidence, suggested he realized Harry's earlier strength had waned.

"Do you know what this is?"

Harry suddenly pulled out a potion vial filled with 100 milliliters of red liquid. Snape had only given him 200 milliliters of this ultimate life elixir, worth approximately two million Galleons by market price. A single drop could instantly restore a severely injured person to perfect health. Even if their heart were blown apart and they were practically dead, as long as brain death hadn't occurred, three drops could snatch them back from the clutches of death.

This was the unaltered, concentrated version without the herbal flavor additives commonly used by centaurs. Seeing the Solar Dragon in such a pitiful state, Harry's sympathy flared. Using a dropper, he drew a full 15 milliliters of the precious potion. Given that it was a dragon, it naturally required a higher dose to heal.

"Relax, this isn't poison. It's the best healing potion in the world. Hurts, doesn't it? Tired, huh?"

With a mischievous grin, Harry leaped down from the dragon's head, extended his hand into its toothy maw, and dripped the priceless potion onto its tongue.

"Aaaahhh~~~ Mom! Mom! Blehhh~~~ Blehhh~~~"

Although the swelling on its body rapidly subsided, and even its missing teeth regrew, the horrifying taste of the potion seemed to pierce its very soul, bringing an unparalleled nightmare.

Forgetting it could fly, the young Solar Dragon rose on its hind legs, gagging as it frantically sprinted off in search of water. But in its disoriented state, the little guy had no sense of direction and ran aimlessly.

Above, the other dragons watching the drama unfolded burst into wheezing laughter, their amusement so intense they seemed about to choke. When it came to enjoying a spectacle, the Solar Dragons were undeniably experts. After all, such joyous moments were rare in their otherwise monotonous lives.

Eventually, a larger Solar Dragon, unable to bear the little guy's foolishness, descended. With a few swipes of its claws, it slapped the dazed young dragon back to its senses. The bump on its head, which had just subsided, grew back with a vengeance. Compared to Harry, the "parents" seemed to hit even harder. No wonder they hadn't stopped Harry from pummeling the little one earlier. To them, such force probably only caused pain—not harm. Unless Hagrid joined the fray, any carbon-based lifeform would dread a punch from him.

Though capable of arm wrestling Hagrid, matching him in sheer physical combat was another matter. Strength and destructive power were related, but not the same.

As the children's antics finally came to an end, the dragon flock scattered from the sky. Only the largest Solar Dragon lazily descended. If Harry guessed correctly, this was the mother—and father—of the young Solar Dragon he had just fought.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a wizard awaken, let alone one who hasn't been wiped out yet. What a strange occurrence."

"You may call me Daenerys. I am the Solar Dragon King, the mother—and father—of all Solar Dragons."

After finishing her sentence, the enormous Solar Dragon began to emit a soft white glow. Her massive form dissolved into particles of light and then reassembled, reshaping itself.

In front of Harry now stood a tall, slender "beauty," just over two meters in height—slightly taller than him. Though she had assumed a humanoid form, her body was clad in golden-red armor reminiscent of sunstone, making her look like a Valkyrie ready for battle.

Harry stared at the transformation in disbelief, gulping quietly before respectfully addressing her. "It's an honor to meet you, Lady Daenerys?"

"Call me Queen."

"Alright, Your Majesty."

"You're far more interesting than those idiots from before, little one," Daenerys remarked with a sly smile. "I never thought someone like you would emerge from the rigid and stubborn Awakened Wizards."

She began counting on her fingers, listing off his deeds. "You impersonated Voldemort and killed 1,021 poachers, two of whom were undercover enforcers. The real Voldemort—Tom Riddle, right?—is currently on a plane to Australia. And in North America, you caused quite a commotion under his name as well. This penchant for holding grudges… now that is typical of Awakened Wizards."

"But your power isn't pure, is it?" Daenerys suddenly placed both hands on Harry's shoulders and leaned in close. Her molten gold and crimson eyes, glowing like magma, seemed to peer directly into his thoughts. "You possess only the magic of an Awakened Wizard, not their full power."

She extended her right hand and plunged it directly into Harry's chest. To his surprise, there was no stabbing pain. When she withdrew her hand, she was holding a glowing orb radiating warmth. A faint thread connected it back to Harry's body.

"She's your mother?" Daenerys squinted slightly, then nodded, confirming her own observation. "Lily Evans."

"Lass-Qautl-Ul," Daenerys intoned in the magical tongue of the Awakened Wizards, the words resonating with the energy inside the glowing orb.

"My life will forever guard you."

The moment Harry heard the phrase, he understood its meaning.

"Mom…" he murmured, reaching out to touch the warm orb. But it offered no response.

"She's already dead," Daenerys stated bluntly. "But she hasn't completely disappeared, because she gave everything she had to you."

"Awakened Wizards do not pass down their power through bloodlines. Their descendants may be gifted wizards, but they cannot inherit an Awakened Wizard's power. The appearance of an Awakened Wizard is a miracle, a gift of magic itself. Yet you are the only one I've ever seen who was not born an Awakened Wizard but possesses a fragment of their power."

"Your mother was extraordinary," Daenerys continued. "She used her soul as a conduit to transfer this power to you—something that doesn't belong to you. That method is extremely dangerous. At the time, you were less than a year old. For your fragile, newborn soul to withstand such an influx of power without shattering... Perhaps even without this gift, you would have grown into someone remarkable."

"Oh." Harry merely nodded, gazing silently at the glowing orb hovering near his chest.

Lass—life, Qautl—guard, Ul—eternal. He had learned another set of magical words, but instead of feeling joy or excitement, he felt heavy, subdued by the weight of the truth he had just learned.

"Why don't you ask me how I know so much about you?"

In contrast to Harry's somber mood, Daenerys was animated, brimming with enthusiasm at the prospect of conversation—especially with someone as unique as him.

"How do you know so much about me?" Harry asked, almost perfunctorily.

"You're supposed to call me Queen."

"Alright, Your Majesty."

"No, no, no. You have to rephrase your question and address me as Queen from the start."

Harry stared at Daenerys in exasperation, utterly speechless. Her face, however, was lit with mischievous glee. Was this Solar Dragon Queen... mentally unhinged?

"Your expression is very disrespectful!" Daenerys huffed, crossing her arms and giving her chest a slight shake. But upon noticing Harry's gaze didn't even flicker, she sighed in mild disappointment and unclenched her tiny, poised fists. "Fine, fine. Since you're so eager to know, I'll tell you."

"Before you went to Hogwarts, your grades were pretty decent, weren't they? So let me test you: What is light?"

"Electromagnetic waves," Harry answered almost instantly, a reflex drilled into him by his studies.

"Correct! Light is a type of electromagnetic wave—or more broadly, a form of energy. Solar Dragons, like the phoenixes that are reborn in flames, are elemental creatures. Phoenixes embody fire, while Solar Dragons are creatures of light."

"Although I've never left Chadlow, I can easily access all the knowledge in the world. Muggles built the internet, and wizards created the Magi-Net. All the information stored within these networks is at my fingertips whenever I want."

"Am I amazing, big sis?"

Danerys struck a triumphant pose, hands on her hips, her expression clearly demanding praise.

"Aren't you supposed to be 'Her Majesty'?" Harry squinted at her.

"That makes me sound old. From now on, just call me Big Sis," Danerys replied matter-of-factly. "Anyway, as an elemental lifeform, I don't really have a concept of death. Technically, I'm immortal. At 2,300 years old, I'm definitely just a young girl!"

"Wait, oh no!" Suddenly realizing she'd let something slip, Danerys raised her tiny, dragon-scaled fist in mock indignation.

"People could die from this, you know! Seriously, they could! And physical amnesia isn't supposed to work this way!"

If Harry hadn't dodged quickly, her punch—aimed at his forehead—might've blasted his head clean off. Even just the shockwave from her missed punch caused a deafening sonic boom. For a human, surviving such an attack wasn't an option. The dragonling from earlier may have been incapable of delivering a light-speed kick, but this 2,300-year-old sun dragon progenitor? Who knows what kind of bug-like strength she might unleash? Physics only mattered to her when she let it.

"I was zoning out earlier. I didn't hear a word you said—not a single word."

"You dare ignore what Big Sis is saying?!"

Smack! 

Harry winced and crouched on the ground, clutching his head. Was there no justice in this world?

"Alright, alright, don't cry," Danerys relented, bending down to ruffle his hair. After all, Harry was an amusing little brother. It'd be such a waste if she broke him.

She handed him a warm, softly glowing gemstone, identical to the sunstones embedded in the chests of other sun dragons.

"Here, give this to your little girlfriend. Shiny gemstones go well with veela girls, don't you think?"

Despite her often whimsical demeanor, it was clear that Danerys—bearing a much fuller chest than a certain king—was far more perceptive. Harry wasn't greedy, but the sheer generosity of the gift made his heart race.

For a moment, he almost blurted out, Rich lady, feed me, give me food! But instead of feeling wronged, he thought, Maybe getting smacked on the other side for symmetry wouldn't be so bad. 

Since sun dragons couldn't be hunted, the sunstones circulating from Chichatro were probably gifts. Perhaps a couple of lucky folks earned Danerys's favor, stumbled across her treasure while bowing, or simply amused her enough to receive a generous reward.

"Big Sis, if it's inconvenient for you to leave, is there anything I can get for you? The world's best errand boy is here, ready to serve! Use me however you wish—don't hold back!"

What was dignity? Harry didn't know. He was just a willing tool for this rich dragon-lady Big Sis, easily pleased with a few scraps. Another sunstone, though? That would be amazing!

"Wow, how can anyone be this shameless?"

Danerys poked his forehead with her finger. "Alright, here's the list."

Completely unbothered by the idea of ordering him around, she placed yet another sunstone into Harry's hand.

"You should visit Nicolas Flamel, that little fellow. Out of the three sunstones I gifted, he hasn't managed to acquire even one. You can trade him something good with it."

The extensive shopping list, almost overwhelming in its complexity, left Harry stunned for over ten seconds. Though Danerys seldom ventured out, as a 2,300-year-old charming young lady, her shopping desires were anything but modest. Clearing out years of saved carts in one go was terrifying.

"Alright." Harry nodded in a daze, mentally tallying his vault's millions of Galleons alongside the recently acquired—ahem confiscated—illicit materials. Would it be enough?

"I'll finish it as quickly as I can!" Determined to fulfill his mission, Harry thumped his chest. Even the looming prospect of bankruptcy couldn't dampen his excitement.

"Oh, and don't forget this."

Danerys casually tossed him a misshapen chunk of twisted metal. Despite its warped state, Harry recognized it—it was the full-body tower shield that had endured her light-flow breath and tail strike. Now entirely melted and deformed, the magical alloy had lost any practical use, with even the Invisibility Cloak wrapped around it ruined.

"That was once part of the Sevenfold Demon God," Danerys explained. "Though it was an incomplete fusion when killed, the materials still hold immense power. Of course, such things are useless to Awakened Ones—natural conduits for magic. Any external medium only weakens their strength. But you, having Awakened magic without an Awakened body, could benefit from it."

"Use it to craft your Animagus alchemical armor. It should shore up the areas where you're lacking."

"Good luck, little brother. You've got lots of work ahead."

Danerys waved as her form dissolved into light, drifting toward a nearby Sun Mountain to bask in its warm rays.

(End of Chapter)