The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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As everyone returned to the castle, the boys stood in the grand hall with their dragons perched on their shoulders. Harry and Louis sat on chairs before them.

The grand castle hall was a magnificent sight, with towering stone walls adorned with intricate tapestries and high ceilings supported by grand pillars. Massive chandeliers hung from above, their crystals shimmering with candlelight. The polished marble floor gleamed underfoot, and tall windows allowed beams of sunlight to stream in, casting a warm glow across the space.

One of the large doors opened with a sound. Two guards bowed their heads before closing the door again as Minho entered and took a seat beside Harry.

"What happened, son?" Minho asked Harry, sensing the tension in the air. He looked at his grandchildren and then back at his son, concern etched on his face.

"Oh, so your grandchildren and their dragons decided it would be amusing to burn the teachers, freeze their mouths, bind them with roots, use their dragons' tongues to command them, and even take over the classes," Harry said, glaring at them. The boys stood there casually.

"I thought their dragons had become hatchlings, given how they changed size," Minho said, observing the dragons. R.M. merely poked his head and glared at the adults sitting in front of them.

"I thought that too," Harry replied.

"It's not our fault," Namjoon said. "The teachers want our dragons to practice growling and using their wings properly. They insist on making them participate in all these exercises. Plus, we need to prepare for when their baby teeth come in and they start growing. They're not hatchlings."

"They're full-grown adult dragons, and none of the teachers know how to handle them," Hoseok added.

"Most of the teachers don't know what to do with us," Hoseok chimed in. "What they're teaching isn't suited for us or our dragons."

Harry shook his head, acknowledging their point. He understood that the boys were right-these dragons were far from hatchlings. They were the Seven, legendary creatures with histories and abilities far beyond conventional training methods. It was no wonder the teachers struggled. How could traditional lessons cope with dragons of such exceptional caliber?

Harry thought for a moment before speaking. "All of you will go through a training session with Louis and me. You'll spar with us.

You'll fight against us, and we'll assess your abilities. I know what your dragons are capable of, but I need to see what level you yourselves can reach," Harry said to his sons.

"We shall not engage in combat with you. You are not capable of handling us at our full capacity. Humans cannot manage our true power. We will train the boys ourselves, for you lack the knowledge and expertise required. You do not command us. We will proceed in our own manner, for we possess the wisdom of ages." R.M. declared, his voice resonating with undeniable authority.

The room fell silent as R.M. began to speak. Though Namjoon's mouth formed the words, his glowing eyes, the commanding tone of his voice, and the intense expression on his face made it clear that his dragon was in control. This was not merely Namjoon talking-it was his dragon speaking through him.

When Namjoon used his Dragon Tongue, the change was profound. His normally calm demeanor was replaced by an otherworldly presence. His eyes, usually a deep, thoughtful brown, burned with an intense, almost hypnotic red. His voice carried an echo of something timeless, each word filled with immense weight and significance.