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It kind of felt like everything was currently on fire, and not in the metaphorical way that it so often did at Hogwarts, but in the very actual literal way with flames and heat and everyone running for their lives.
Harry was glad that this time at least it wasn’t some plot by Voldemort to kill him, but he wasn’t sure that finding out Hagrid had a whole colony of dragons stashed away in the Forbidden Forest was a whole lot better when he — and everyone else in the castle — found out when they all got loose, flying and stomping their way out, screeching and belching fire in every direction.
“Out of the way!” McGonagall yelled, rushing past with a dozen other professors, their wands raised to conjure water to put out the flames, and Harry decided that actually, yeah, this was better, because at least he wasn’t expected to shoulder the responsibility of dealing with this problem, which was quite a nice change of pace if he was honest.