In a world of magic and wonder, young Harry Potter
Found himself on a journey, unlike any other.
With his wand in hand and his trusty owl near,
He set off for China, a land far and dear.
The Great Wall stretched out, a dragon in stone,
Ancient secrets whispered, in winds softly blown.
Pagodas reached high, their roofs gleaming bright,
As Harry marveled at this enchanting sight.
Wizards in silk robes and witches with fans,
Practiced spells unknown in faraway lands.
Harry's eyes widened at each new surprise,
As Eastern magic danced before his eyes.
Little did he know, an adventure would start,
In this mystical place that captured his heart.
The Magical Marketplace
Through winding streets of Beijing's heart,
Harry wandered, eyes wide with glee,
A magical market, a wondrous start,
To adventures that were meant to be.
Stalls brimmed with potions of emerald hue,
And herbs that danced in the air,
Paper dragons swooped and flew,
As lanterns floated without a care.
The air was thick with spicy scents,
And sounds of laughter filled his ears,
Harry's excitement grew intense,
As he explored this world of magical wares.
Then he met Master Chen, wise and old,
In robes of silk with symbols bright,
A tale of mystery he soon told,
Of an artifact lost in the night.
"From the Forbidden City it's gone,
A treasure of great magical might,
We must find it before dawn,
Or face a most terrible plight."
Harry's heart leaped at the quest,
His curiosity burning strong,
"I'll help you, I'll do my best,"
He vowed, knowing it wouldn't take long.
With determination in his eyes,
And magic coursing through his veins,
Harry set out to claim the prize,
Ready for whatever adventures remain.
The Secret of the Jade Dragon
Through grand gates of vermilion hue,
Harry and Chen stepped, their quest in view.
Golden roofs gleamed in morning light,
As palace walls stretched, a majestic sight.
They searched for clues, both high and low,
In courtyards where ancient trees did grow.
A hidden door they chanced to find,
Leading to chambers long left behind.
There, on a plinth of polished stone,
A jade dragon sat, no longer alone.
It blinked its eyes of emerald green,
Then leapt away, quick and unseen.
"After it!" Chen cried with urgency,
As Harry cast spells with frequency.
Through halls they chased, up stairs they ran,
The dragon always just out of hand.
Harry thought fast and used his wit,
Combining spells he'd learned bit by bit.
A charm from Hogwarts, a Chinese trick,
The dragon slowed, no longer quick.
With gentle words and outstretched palm,
Harry approached, his manner calm.
The dragon, curious, ceased its flight,
And perched on his hand, a wondrous sight.
"The artifact," Chen said with a smile,
"Was this dragon, playful all the while."
Harry laughed, his new friend secure,
Their adventure's end, magical and pure.
Harry potter on china
By deimosdb
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