Harry Potter with Technology System

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Harry grinned wider as he revealed how he got things out of his pocket. "Magic."

"That's not an answer, Potter," Pansy huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm calling foul play."

"It's always magic with you," Tracey muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Of course it is," Harry said with a shrug. "It's Hogwarts. Did you expect me to walk around with a normal pocket full of chocolates?"

Draco, leaning back in his seat, smirked. "I don't even want to know how many you've got in there."

"I reckon we'll find out soon enough," Fred added, as he took another chocolate. "If we keep eating, that is."

Hermione, still unconvinced, watched him closely. "Seriously, Harry, there's got to be something more to this."

"Maybe I just like to be prepared," Harry replied with a wink.

"Prepared for what, exactly? A chocolate shortage?" Daphne teased.

Harry chuckled, waving his wand with a quick flick. "Since it came to this, watch my new product."

As he cast the spell, every single chocolate dragon sprang to life. Even the headless one in Luna's hand jerked upward, its head still clamped between her teeth. Luna, wide-eyed and startled, stared at the animated chocolate, her mouth half open as the decapitated dragon flapped its wings awkwardly in her grasp.

The rest of the chocolates took flight, zooming around the compartment. They circled overhead, their tiny wings flapping furiously. The air buzzed with the sound of chocolate scales scraping together as the dragons swooped and dived, their cocoa-scented bodies glistening in the soft light of the train.

Then, without warning, the dragons began to clash in midair. Chocolate claws collided, molten centers splattered, and small chocolate shards sprinkled down on the group like sugary confetti. The dragons fought fiercely, little streams of melted chocolate dripping like lava from their wounds as they spun around each other in tight, chaotic loops. The sounds of their battle filled the air, a mix of tiny roars and the squelching of their molten cores colliding.

Astoria gasped, leaning forward in awe as the chocolate dragons engaged in their miniature battle. "That's... amazing!"

Fred and George, thoroughly entertained, leaned back in their seats, clapping as one dragon swooped in to tackle another mid-flight. "Bloody brilliant, Harry," Fred said, his grin wide.

"Never seen anything like it," George added, dodging a stray piece of chocolate that nearly smacked him in the head.

As the dragons continued their battle, their molten cores began to mix and drip onto the table below, pooling into a large chocolatey mess. But instead of just making a mess, the chocolate began to gather itself, forming into neat streams that flowed toward the center of the table. Slowly but surely, the chocolate dragons, now defeated and melting, contributed to the creation of something larger—a cake.

The molten chocolate cascaded over itself, forming thick layers that cooled and hardened into a perfect, multi-layered chocolate cake. Streams of melted chocolate trickled down the sides like lava, and tiny chocolate dragons, now shrunken down into decorative pieces, perched on top as the finishing touch.

Ginny blinked, looking at the cake with wide eyes. "Is that… edible?"

Harry grinned. "Why don't you find out?"

Without hesitation, Fred grabbed a fork from his pocket, never one to miss a chance for dessert. He cut into the cake, a thick chunk of chocolate coming away with ease. He took a bite and groaned in delight. "Merlin, that's good."

The rest of the group quickly followed, forks and spoons materializing from various pockets and bags as everyone dug into the molten chocolate cake. Hermione, despite her earlier skepticism, had a small slice and nodded appreciatively.

"Alright, I'll admit," she said between bites, "that was impressive."

Pansy, sitting back in her seat, shot Harry a half-amused, half-exasperated look. "Only you would turn a prank into a full-blown dessert."

Tracey raised her fork, pointing it at Harry. "If this is your idea of a product, you might want to pitch it to Honeydukes. Bet they would pay a fortune for something like this."

Astoria, still savoring her slice of cake, gave him an enthusiastic nod. "You definitely should! I've never seen anything like this."

Fred leaned over, nudging Harry with his elbow. "If you do, let us in on the deal, mate. We can handle the marketing side."

George nodded, already planning. "We'll call it 'Dragon Delights.'"

Harry shook his head, a faint smirk on his lips. "The problem is, I have to enchant the cake, then transfigure it into the smaller dragons, and cast a spell of my own to make it turn back into a cake after their battle. It can't be mass-produced. Once the spell's out, it loses its uniqueness. I don't really want to work hard protecting this secret, so unless I can come up with some kind of automation, it'll just be a special treat for friends for a while."

Fred let out a long whistle. "That's some serious magic for a chocolate cake, mate."

"Not just any chocolate cake, though," George added, reaching for another bite. "Dragon cakes. You've got a goldmine there."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head again. "Yeah, but who wants to deal with keeping all that secret just for some sweets? Besides, it's more fun making stuff like this just for us."

Astoria leaned in, eyes wide. "Do you think you'll ever figure out a way to automate it? I'd love to bring some to the next family dinner."

Harry got his bag and started pulling out packages from it, much more than anyone thought possible for its size. His friends stared, wide-eyed, as he kept unloading the contents.

"Here," Harry said, handing out bags to each of them. "Early gifts. They're full of Dragon Delights—yeah, I liked the name Fred suggested." He smirked as he handed Fred and George their bags. "You just need to put them on a table and cast 'Draconis Danse', and the little dragons will start battling. After that, they'll turn into a cake. Molten chocolate lava and everything."

Fred grinned, immediately reaching into his bag. "I can't wait to test this out. Mum's gonna love it."

"More like she'll ask for the recipe," George added, already plotting how he could prank Percy with it.

Astoria's eyes were practically sparkling as she clutched her bag. "This is amazing, Harry! I can't wait to show Mum and Dad."

As they reached the station, Harry said his goodbyes to the group, watching as his friends scattered to meet their own families. He spotted Petunia waiting by the car, and without missing a beat, he walked over to her.

"Hey, Aunt Petunia," Harry greeted as they hugged.

Petunia smiled and unlocked the car. "Welcome back, Harry. So, Yule, huh?" she asked, a teasing edge to her voice as they got into the car.

Harry chuckled as he buckled his seatbelt. "Yeah, seems like I'm getting roped into hosting this time."

Petunia nodded, pulling out of the station parking lot. "Well, after two years of going to the Ministry Yule, I suppose it's only fair that you take a turn."

They drove in comfortable silence for a bit, the streets of Little Whinging passing by under the dim glow of streetlights. Harry glanced out the window, his mind drifting between thoughts of the upcoming Yule and the secrets he uncovered in the Chamber. But for now, he'd keep that all under wraps. Petunia didn't need to know the depths of Hogwarts' mysteries, and it wasn't like he could casually bring up a basilisk over tea.

"So," Petunia broke the silence again, glancing at him with a smile, "you've got everything planned?"

"More or less," Harry said, shrugging. "Hired some help to get things in order. We'll have enchanted decorations, a proper feast, and I might've set up a snowstorm in the ballroom. Should be a good time."

Petunia raised an eyebrow. "A snowstorm inside? That sounds... different." She chuckled, clearly amused by the concept.

"It's Magic, Aunt Petunia. Everything's got to be a bit over the top, or it doesn't feel right," Harry replied with a grin.

Petunia shook her head but smiled, pulling into the driveway of Number 4, Privet Drive. "Well, I'm looking forward to it. And to seeing how you've handled all this."

They got out of the car, and Harry grabbed his trunk from the back. "Should be interesting, that's for sure," he muttered as they walked up to the front door.

Misty popped in front of Harry the moment he stepped through the front door. She gave a quick bow, her large eyes twinkling as she greeted him with a warm, "Welcome back, Master Harry."

Crookshanks, who was sprawled lazily by the entrance, stretched out his orange fur and let out a low, lazy purr. "You're late," the cat said, flicking his tail.

"Blame the train," Harry muttered, scratching the back of cat's head as he kicked off his shoes.

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