Life in the Lionhardt Mansion had never been quiet.
But after Dratini evolved… it became chaos.
From Tiny Snake to Gentle Giant
Dratini grew fast.
Too fast.
Under Lucien's careful training—and extreme overfeeding by a certain group of women—it evolved into Dragonair within a year.
Graceful.
Elegant.
Majestic.
And then—
Dragonite.
Large.
Powerful.
Golden-orange.
And emotionally clingy.
Despite being an adult Dragonite now, it had an unfortunate habit of randomly hugging people.
Venelana got lifted into the air once.
Claire pretended to hate it but secretly hugged back.
Gamma calculated its lift strength.
Grayfia calmly accepted being crushed.
Akeno laughed the entire time.
Velgrynd approved.
Yasaka spoiled it like royalty.
And Lucien?
Lucien watched all of it while brushing Dragonite's head.
"Good job. Don't crush them… too much."
Dragonite nodded proudly.
Angelina Learns the Truth
Angelina Johnson had already accepted many strange things in this mansion.
Fox tails Devils Dragons Women casually using world-ending magic
So when she finally saw Dragonite in full glory, she only widened her eyes slightly and said:
"…Okay. That explains a lot."
Lucien decided it was time.
He told her everything.
The magical world.
Hogwarts.
Wizards.
And finally—
"I'm Harry Potter's twin."
Angelina froze.
"…Wait."
She stared at Lucien.
Then blinked.
Twice.
"You're telling me," she said slowly, "my cute neighbor is the twin brother of the Boy Who Lived?"
Lucien nodded.
Angelina screamed internally.
But instead of fear or doubt—
She smiled brightly.
"I'm happy you told me."
That single sentence made Lucien pause.
And then smile back.
Angelina felt it clearly.
Her crush… had started noticing her.
Hogwarts Gossip Hour
Angelina, fully briefed and officially included, began telling stories about Hogwarts she'd heard through friends and relatives.
"The Gryffindors are loud."
"The Slytherins are dramatic."
"And apparently, there's a red-haired family that's everywhere."
The room burst into laughter.
Even Grayfia smiled.
Claire laughed the loudest.
Venelana shook her head elegantly.
Lucien leaned back, tails swaying happily.
"This school sounds… entertaining."
A Dangerous Thought
That night, Lucien lay awake.
And one name surfaced in his mind.
Nagini.
The Maledictus.
The woman cursed to slowly lose herself and become Voldemort's snake.
Lucien's eyes opened.
"…Nope. Not letting that happen."
The next morning, Lucien informed everyone calmly:
"I'm going to Albania."
Silence.
Then—
"…To kill Voldemort?" Akeno asked.
Lucien shook his head.
"Not yet."
"Then?" Claire asked.
"I'm picking up a snake."
Everyone paused.
Then nodded.
Sounds like Lucien.
Ride of the Dragon
Lucien mounted Dragonite, holding onto its neck.
The sky cracked open as they flew across continents.
Within hours—
Albania's dark forest lay beneath them.
The air here felt wrong.
Lucien closed his eyes.
Activated magical sensing, bloodline resonance, and illusion perception.
Something answered.
Soft.
Lonely.
Bound.
He followed the pull.
Meeting Nagini
Deep within the forest, Lucien found her.
A large snake.
Yet her eyes still held human awareness.
Lucien stepped forward calmly.
"I know who you are."
Nagini watched him warily.
Lucien activated his Nine-Tailed Sovereign bloodline, letting his aura flow gently—not threatening, but warm.
"You don't belong to him yet," Lucien said softly.
"And you don't have to."
Nagini hesitated.
Then slowly approached him.
She brushed her head against Lucien's cheek.
Accepted.
Lucien smiled.
"That's good. You're safe now."
With a gentle motion, Lucien summoned a portable dimension, specially prepared.
Nagini slid inside willingly—free, protected, and no longer bound to darkness.
Home Again
Lucien returned to the Lionhardt Mansion, landing softly in the garden.
Dragonite roared happily.
Everyone rushed out.
Lucien dusted himself off.
"I brought someone."
"…Where?" Gamma asked.
Lucien smiled.
"In storage."
They didn't question it.
At this point?
Nothing surprised them anymore.
Somewhere far away—
Something ancient felt a connection severed.
And for the first time—
Voldemort lost something important.
Without ever knowing why.