HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 166 Fusion with the Bloodline of the Divine Beast White Tiger

After parting ways with Cedric, I headed towards the Slytherin common room, only to unexpectedly run into Draco, who was being scolded by his father.

I could see that his eyes were a little red, and he seemed to be holding back tears.

"Greetings, Mr. Lucius Malfoy." I couldn't bear to see Draco looking so wronged, so I interrupted Lucius Malfoy.

"Oh, it's Mr. Ayers Hall. Thank you so much for taking care of Draco this time." Lucius Malfoy, still furious, had just finished scolding his son and was about to continue when he was interrupted. Turning around, he was surprised to see me.

In order to maintain the aristocratic upbringing, the son no longer wanted to be disciplined.

"Draco, go back. I've already spoken to your headmaster. Don't participate in Quidditch next year. Your studies should take priority." Actually, Lucius Malfoy, who loved his son, didn't want to make such a sudden decision for him. But for his son's safety, he and Narcissa had discussed it and decided that it was best not to let him participate in Quidditch anymore; it was too dangerous.

"I understand, Dad." Draco didn't want anyone to see him like this, so he obeyed his father and left with his head down.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, Draco and I are roommates, and I need to leave now too." Seeing Draco walking away with his head down, I knew something was wrong, so I quickly said goodbye to Lucius Malfoy and left.

"Please, help us comfort Draco." Lucius Malfoy, who doted on Draco, was also feeling bad; after all, he was his only son, and neither he nor Narcissa wanted him to be hurt.

"Yes, I will take good care of him, Mr. Malfoy, please rest assured." After saying that, I quickly caught up with Draco, who was walking very fast.

Lucius Malfoy saw me chasing after him, straightened his back, and gracefully left with his scepter in hand.

"Draco, don't walk so fast. I need to talk to you about something, how about we do it?" I reached out and grabbed Draco, who was looking down.

"Ayers, am I really useless? I can lose to Harry and Gryffindor in the Quidditch match that I love, and now even my parents don't want me to play Quidditch anymore. Am I a failure?" Draco, who was pulled around by my arm, finally couldn't hold back his tears and silently shed a tear of grievance.

“That’s not how it is, Draco. Winning or losing doesn’t mean anything. Your loss this time wasn’t a useless performance. Our Draco is in no way inferior to Harry. And your father and mother only stopped you from playing Quidditch to prevent you from getting hurt again. Don’t blame yourself like that.” I pulled Draco into my arms, gently stroking his platinum-blonde head, letting him cry against my chest.

"But there won't be a next time. Dad won't let me play Quidditch anymore." Draco felt even more aggrieved at this thought. He could no longer ride his flying broomstick to play his beloved Quidditch matches.

"Is that so? How about this, I'll write a letter to your father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, and talk to him to ask him to allow you to finish this year's Quidditch match and then retire from Quidditch next year, how about that?" Actually, I didn't really want Draco to play Quidditch either. Quidditch is really brutal, and you can get injured if you're not careful.

The main reason is that I feel Draco doesn't have that talent. Look at Harry, he can use his eyes to follow the Golden Snitch's trail, while Draco can only see a general outline. He's not even as good as Harry.

"Okay, Ayers, thank you." Draco felt satisfied that he could play Quidditch one more time. It didn't matter if he didn't play again next semester; he would cherish this last Quidditch match.

"Then stop crying. How about I take you out to play?" She wiped away Draco's tears and gently stroked his gray eyes, which were a little swollen from crying.

"Come on, I'll take you to play in the Forbidden Forest." Holding Draco in my arms, I cast a 'Confusion Charm' on us all and swaggered out of Hogwarts Castle.

We revealed ourselves some distance from Hagrid's hut and led Draco by the hand to the large lake.

"Has Draco ever ridden the White Tiger?" I just remembered that I've had the bloodline of the divine beast White Tiger for a while now, but I've never fused with it. This time, I'll take Draco along to try fusion with the bloodline.

“No, I only have white peacocks at home, I’ve never even seen a real white tiger.” Draco was puzzled as to why Ayers had brought him to the Forbidden Forest and mentioned white tigers to him.

"Then stand here and wait for me for a moment, I'll show you the White Tiger." I had Draco stand in a certain spot, and I walked to about five meters away from him and began to merge with the bloodline of the divine beast White Tiger.

A burst of white lightning appeared around my body, and the phantom shadow of a white tiger appeared behind me.

Then my black hair turned as white as silver threads, shimmering brilliantly in the moonlight, and fell smoothly over my shoulders like a piece of smooth silk.

My face has distinct features and strong lines, as if it were carved by a knife and axe.

His eyebrows were thick and long, slightly raised, conveying a sense of confidence and authority.

Her silver eyes were deep and bright, like stars twinkling in the night sky, shimmering with a mysterious light that captivated all who beheld them.

With a straight nose and slightly upturned lips, he exuded a charming smile.

Her skin was fair and smooth, as warm and lustrous as mutton fat jade, radiating a captivating glow.

The Slytherin school robes she was wearing transformed into a white robe, embroidered with exquisite patterns that resembled the fur of a white tiger, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

A white belt was tied around his waist, with a small sword-shaped decorative accessory hanging from it.

He held a white staff in his hand, with a red gem embedded in it, radiating a mysterious and powerful energy.

My transformation hasn't stopped; more and more white lightning bolts are appearing, and a silvery light is rising around me.

I transformed again, and a pair of enormous silver-white wings stretched out from the silver light, covered with stiff feathers that shimmered with a metallic luster.

My body became huge and mighty, with bulging muscles and full of power.

My fur is as white as snow, shimmering with a soft light, as if covered with a layer of silver frost.

My back is broad and strong enough to bear the weight of the whole world.

My limbs are strong and powerful, and my claws are as sharp as knives, capable of easily tearing through the enemy's defenses.

My head is large and majestic, with a dazzling gem embedded on my forehead, shimmering with a mysterious light.

My eyes are bright and piercing, radiating a sharp gaze as if they can see through everything.

My mouth opened, revealing sharp teeth, as if I could crush anything at any moment.

My tail is long and flexible, like a steel whip, capable of striking enemies in an instant and delivering a fatal blow.

I exuded a powerful aura that made everything around me submit to me.

I am the White Tiger, the king of mythical beasts.