**Chapter 81: Achievement Unlocked—[Dragon Master]!**  

Norbert's tiny, black-bean-like eyes darted around rapidly, occasionally letting out a few sharp, childlike "click" sounds. 

Dylan raised his wand. 

**Imperio!** 

His lips moved at an incredible speed, whispering words so quietly that Hermione and the others couldn't hear them. In reality, he was silently casting the Imperius Curse in his mind. 

**Silent Casting!** 

An invisible surge of magic instantly connected with Norbert. 

For the second time in its life, it experienced this power—the same power it had first encountered while still inside its eggshell. 

But this time, it did not resist at all. Instead, it naturally accepted Dylan's magic, allowing his influence to take root. 

—In fact, its very soul had already been molded by Dylan while it was still within the egg. 

Norbert's black-bean eyes gleamed with an unusual brightness. 

At that moment, Dylan established a deep soul connection with the little creature. 

In that instant, he had gained the **loyalty of a dragon**. 

**[Notification]: You have unlocked a new achievement!** 

Dylan's focus shifted slightly as he glanced at the system notification. 

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### **[Achievement]: Dragon Master** 

**[Description]: Becoming a dragon's master isn't about riding it—it's about taming its power!** 

**[Unlock Requirement]: Make a dragon loyal to you by any means necessary.** 

**[Achievement Reward]: +1 Pet Slot, Pet Power Manipulation** 

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**It actually worked!** 

A flash of excitement flickered through Dylan's mind. 

**He had truly gained control over a dragon!** 

"Maybe I should start calling myself... **Dragon Knight Dylan**?" 

This was absolutely insane! 

Who would've thought the Imperius Curse would work so well? 

Then again, it was only because his **Legilimency was maxed out** and he could fire **ten Imperius Curses in a row**! 

If one didn't work? Hit it with ten! 

If ten weren't enough? Then **ten more sets of ten**! 

Even Voldemort wouldn't dare to spam Unforgivable Curses like this! 

Otherwise, even though this dragon was still in its early stages, a dragon's **soul** was not something easily influenced. 

If he had only mastered an average-level Imperius Curse, controlling a dragon's soul would have been impossible. 

Now, Dylan could see new information appearing on his status panel. 

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### **[Name]: Dylan Hawkworth** 

**[Magic]: Fiendfyre, Avis, Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, Inferius Resurrection, Possession, Avada Kedavra, Rictusempra—** 

**[Traits]: Spell Chain x10, Pet Power Manipulation** 

**[Items]: Hiccuping Potion, Amortentia, Nose-Biting Teacup, Vomit-Flavored Candy—** 

**[Currency]: 52,100 Galleons, 1,314 Sickles, 5,000 Knuts, 200,000 Pounds** 

**[Pets]: Coalball (Shadow Raven), (Slot Pending Activation)** 

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A new trait had appeared alongside **Spell Chain x10**—**Pet Power Manipulation**. 

Additionally, his **pet inventory had expanded**, showing an **empty slot waiting to be unlocked**. 

Was there even a question? 

Of course, he was going to make this dragon his pet! 

—Wait a second. Could **people** be turned into pets? 

As soon as this thought crossed Dylan's mind, he **immediately** used his newly acquired pet slot on Norbert. 

**[Notification]: You have successfully tamed a dragon as a pet!** 

**[Notification]: Your pet space has expanded to accommodate all of your future pets!** 

"Well, having a dragon as a pet isn't bad at all." 

Dylan had briefly wondered—**if humans could be turned into pets**, then why not just **tame Voldemort**? 

Turn **Voldemort** into a pet, and he'd have a **powerful** Dark Arts enforcer at his command! 

Not only that, but if he could **manipulate Voldemort's abilities**, his mastery of Dark Magic would **skyrocket exponentially**. 

Voldemort was also a master of **many** spells beyond just the Dark Arts. 

He could send Voldemort out to amass **endless riches**, while he himself focused on **studying magic full-time**. 

Absolutely perfect. 

"Oh well. With a dragon, I now have an endless supply of potion ingredients—**dragon scales, dragon blood, dragon meat, even dragon sinew**. As long as I take care of it properly, everything will regenerate. I'll never have to **buy** those materials again." 

A fair trade, really. 

**Losing a potential Voldemort pet... but gaining full control over a dragon.** 

Slowly, Dylan opened his eyes, his vision refocusing. 

He turned his head to look at the people around him. 

Hermione, Harry, and the others were **staring at him wide-eyed**, their gazes locked on him without blinking. 

As soon as they saw him snap back to reality, Hagrid was the first to speak: 

"Well, Dylan? How did it go? Did you... I mean, **did it work**?" 

Ron smacked his lips. "Doesn't seem like anything happened... Looks like a fail to me." 

Dylan didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at Norbert, still in Hagrid's hands. 

At that moment, Norbert **lifted its head**, gazing at Dylan—the strange yet **strangely familiar human** before him. 

As soon as their eyes met, Norbert **suddenly struggled violently**, flailing its tiny front claws, **slashing the air with sharp talons**, and letting out frantic "hissing" sounds. 

Hagrid **almost lost his grip** from the sheer force. 

Norbert's tail **whipped** from side to side, lashing Hagrid's arms like a **leather whip**, making him grunt in pain. 

Yet, the little dragon **didn't care**—it was **desperately twisting and writhing** toward Dylan, growling urgently from its throat, trying to break free from Hagrid's grasp. 

"Hey, Norbert! Shh, shh, quiet down now!" Hagrid, clueless about what was happening, **frantically** tried to soothe the dragon. 

But Dylan **simply extended his hand**. 

"Give it to me," he said calmly. "I've already bonded with it." 

Hagrid hesitated. 

He had been **worried** that this **thrashing** little creature would **claw Dylan to shreds**—but the moment Dylan reached out, **Norbert instantly calmed down**. 

It was as if the dragon was worried about **hurting Dylan**, but couldn't care less about **Hagrid**. 

Hagrid paused for a moment, looking a little... **hurt**. 

Then, with a sigh, he **handed Norbert over**. 

Dylan **took the dragon into his arms**. 

His movements were steady. 

And Norbert? 

It stayed perfectly **still**—not the **rampaging beast** from before. 

It had completely **settled down**.

Dylan teasingly lifted Norbert's chin with his index finger, making the little creature reveal a look of comfort. 

Just then, Dylan suddenly flipped the little guy over, swiftly spreading Norbert's hind legs with a decisive motion. 

Norbert was caught completely off guard. By the time it realized what had happened, its tiny claws flailed in the air helplessly, but there was nothing it could do. 

"Dylan, what are you doing?" Hermione asked in surprise. 

"I'm checking if it's a boy or a girl," Dylan said, his gaze locked between Norbert's legs. 

Norbert seemed to realize it was powerless to resist. In the end, it simply covered its eyes with its tiny claws and allowed its owner to do as he pleased. 

"The features aren't very obvious yet, but it doesn't look like a male dragon—after all, there should be at least something there, right?" Dylan commented. 

His words immediately made Hermione blush. She instinctively bit her lip. "Dylan, what are you even talking about?" 

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to use the falling strands to hide her burning cheeks. 

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Maybe that wasn't the most appropriate thing to say," Dylan admitted as he placed Norbert back down. 

However, Norbert seemed deeply wronged. It lifted its tiny claws to cover its eyes, lowered its head beneath its wings, curled into a ball, stuck its rear up, and swayed its tail nervously. 

Dylan laughed. "Alright, alright, I apologize too. Since we don't know whether you're a little boy or a little girl yet, how about we call you Arno for now? How does that sound?" 

Then, he turned to Hagrid. "If Arno turns out to be female, we can call her Norberta. If it's male, we'll keep calling it Norbert. What do you think?" 

Hagrid, watching Dylan interact with the baby dragon, looked a little envious. Hearing Dylan's suggestion, he nodded and didn't object. "If it's a female dragon, then Norbert wouldn't be a very fitting name." 

"Alright then, I'll take Arno with me now. Since we formed a contract, I can send it directly into my pet space, where no one will be able to find it. I'll bring it back to visit you when I have the chance." 

Hagrid was momentarily stunned, clearly reluctant. "You're leaving already?" 

"Of course. The longer we stay here, the more likely we are to attract Malfoy's attention. Do you really want to get us all caught, exposed for keeping a dragon, and end up in Azkaban together?" 

"N-No, I'd never want that." 

"Then that's settled. Remember, don't tell anyone about this, or it won't just be you—Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I would all face legal consequences." 

"I promise I won't say a word." Hagrid pounded his chest in reassurance. 

Dylan glanced at Harry and the others out of the corner of his eye and was relieved to see that none of them looked uneasy. 

At this point, they were all in the same boat. If they wanted to avoid Azkaban, even Ron wouldn't go blabbing. 

—As someone from a pure-blood wizarding family, he must know just how terrifying Azkaban is. 

"You should take some food with you—don't let Arno go hungry," Hagrid suggested. 

He went into the kitchen and pulled out a bunch of irregularly shaped meat strips, some big, some small, all roughly chopped. 

—His large hands weren't exactly suited for delicate kitchen work. 

Dylan nodded and didn't refuse. Instead, he stored all the meat strips in his system inventory. 

"Dylan, where exactly did you cast the Undetectable Extension Charm? I've never seen you carry a magic pouch," Ron asked, craning his neck to look Dylan up and down. 

"If you study magic deeply enough, you won't need a physical object to use it. In other words, I don't need a pouch," Dylan replied casually, making it up on the spot. 

Then, he tapped Arno's little head. "Be good and stay put for now. When we get back, I'll introduce you to another friend." 

With a light wave of his hand and a focused thought, Arno disappeared from his palm. 

Hermione and Hagrid widened their eyes in amazement. 

Hagrid even bent down, grabbing Dylan's hand and flipping it back and forth. "Are you sure it's really in that pet space of yours? It doesn't have its eggshell anymore, you know. A baby dragon is far less valuable than a fully grown one!" 

—He had heard from Harry and the others that when Arno was still an egg, Dylan had mentioned wanting to collect some of its eggshell. 

…? 

Dylan paused for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Ron and the others. 

Ron was the first to lower his head, avoiding Dylan's gaze. 

Dylan's mouth twitched, and he shook his head. "See for yourself." 

With another wave of his hand, Arno reappeared in his palm. 

"Chirp?" Arno tilted its head. 

"Nothing, I just forgot to feed you something first. Here." Dylan took out a meat strip and offered it. 

"Chirp!" Arno immediately opened its mouth and caught the meat. 

However, the strip was too large, and Arno was eating too quickly. Its sharp little teeth didn't manage to tear it apart, and it ended up getting stuck in its throat. 

"Gack—Gack—" 

Arno's tiny eyes widened as its little claws flailed in panic. 

"ThroClense (Quick Throat Clear)!" 

Dylan reacted swiftly, waving his wand. 

An invisible force pushed against Arno's throat. 

Dylan had intended for it to spit the meat out, but instead, Arno instinctively swallowed harder and forced it down. 

"Hah—" 

The meat slid down, and Arno let out a deep breath of relief. 

Its little chest stopped heaving so rapidly. After recovering, it looked up at Dylan with its big, watery black eyes and opened its mouth again. 

Dylan blinked. "...You little glutton. Just stay in there for now—you won't feel hungry in that space." 

With a light flick of his hand, Arno was sent flying into the air before vanishing again. 

Actually, Dylan had wanted to name it Black Bean because its little eyes looked just like one. 

But since Hagrid had been the one to name it originally, he decided to respect that choice. 

—Besides, he still needed Hagrid to help provide plenty of food and materials for Arno in the future. 

"Huh, why does this feel like using a daughter to control a father-in-law?" 

Shaking his head, Dylan turned back to Hagrid. "Now are you finally at ease?" 

Hagrid nodded. "I trust you, Dylan. You know so many spells—Arno will be just fine with you." 

Dylan chuckled. "Of course. Even Luna has gained three extra layers of fluff under my care." 

He turned to leave. "Alright, let's go." 

Hagrid waved a hand. "I won't see you out." 

Dylan nodded, then cast a glance at Ron as he passed him. 

Ron quickly shrank his neck, showing an embarrassed expression. 

After leaving Hagrid's hut, Ron sniffled and finally caught up from behind. Awkwardly, he said to Dylan, "I'm sorry, Dylan. I didn't mean to tell Hagrid you were eyeing the egg whites. I mean, uh, you—" 

Dylan shook his head. "It's fine. I was interested in dragon egg whites to begin with. It's no big deal. I always take responsibility for what I say." 

—Except when I can't. 

Ron looked touched. "Hey, I knew you were the best, Dylan!" 

"Cut the mushy talk." Dylan gave him a look of disdain. "Besides, this isn't over yet. There's still something we have to deal with." 

"Huh?" Ron was stunned. 

Harry and Hermione also turned their eyes toward him. "What is it?" 

(End of Chapter)