Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The moment he saw those dragons, Hoffa immediately thought of Heerzburg, the fairy town that was destroyed by the fire dragon. And the man who asked himself to find Grindelwald.

The magical biology class actually involves the teaching of dragons. For a time, countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Could it be that the man in front of him was the culprit who destroyed Heilzburg?

If so, is he under Grindelwald with the purpose of destroying this school?

He thought so in his heart, but his eyes couldn't help but floated to Aglaia's face, only to see her pale looking at the group of young dragons on the table. She was also a witness to that terrible destruction, and maybe she was thinking about something similar to Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head. It wasn't right, he didn't look like it or not. Secondly, if it was him, how could he throw his daughter in the fire?

There are so many wizards in the world that can tame dragons, and there must be more than one who studies dragons. There is no direct evidence that the other party is the mysterious dragon trainer.

In front of the grass, Fatir was still talking: "...Dragons have been at the top of the food chain for tens of thousands of years. Each type of dragon has its own special abilities, but also has their own weaknesses. "

As he said, he pointed to a palm-sized young blue-green dragon: "The Welsh green dragon, among all the fire dragons, is the most good at hiding. It can be called the chameleon among the dragons. They can even make you close at hand. Undetectable degree. But the strength is small, the body is thin, and the flying speed is not fast."

Then he pointed to a larger brown-black young dragon: "Hungarian Tree Peak, the dragon that breathes the farthest among all dragons. It breathes 50 feet as an adult, and the maximum distance is even 80 feet. It is also among dragons. A relatively large body.

There are almost no weaknesses at all. If you insist, its flying speed is among the dragons, and its performance is average. "

Hoffa glanced at the young dragon sleeping with his eyes squinted, wondering if this is the opponent Harry will face in the future? It looks really docile now...

Fatir walked to a chubby young dragon. The yellow-green dragon looked like a stone at first glance, with a snout similar to a pig, and was sleeping.

Fatir drew a sharp short knife and slashed it on the young dragon's head. The students below were shocked. Some girls even covered their mouths.

The fat dragon just slapped its nose lazily and sprayed out a puff of smoke, without the slightest intention of waking up.

"Swedish short-nosed dragon. The most defensive dragon among the dragons, but by nature it is lazy and not moving."

As soon as the voice fell, a young black dragon suddenly rushed out from the side, and arched away the sleeping short-nosed young dragon. It lifted its head and rubbed its sharp **** head against Fatir's hand. Suddenly, it seemed to please him, and it seemed to provoke him.

Fatir pushed the black dragon away: "The Hesheidian black dragon is one of Britain’s native fire dragons. Among all fire dragons, it is the most combative and the largest. It has very powerful power, but its actions are relatively clumsy. , IQ is not very high either."

Black dragon. Was it the fire dragon carrying a fireball that night and leaving? It was indeed strong enough.

Hoffa's eyes floated to Fatir's face again. Does this guy know this level of dragons?

After introducing a few large young dragons, Fatir walked to another table. This table was filled with smaller young dragons.

He pointed to a young dragon with a black ridge on its brass-colored back and said: "Peruvian Fangtooth is the smallest known fire dragon, but the fastest flying dragon. The fangs are poisonous."

The fang-toothed young dragon walked around on the table like lightning, knocking the other young dragons tossing around, just like a child with ADHD.

Then Fatir picked up the young dragon alone and threw it into the big dragon pile on another table.

The Peruvian Fangtooth still rammed back and forth, looking stubborn, but was unexpectedly turned over by the short-nosed dragon with a grunt, pressed under the ass, unable to move. It squeaked. The short-nosed dragon raised its ass. The fangsaurus was not injured, but it stopped making trouble, and even licked the short-nosed ass.

The students below couldn't help but laugh.

Fatir De La Cess exhaled a smoke ring and said: "Dragon is a very social creature and the biggest opportunist. Weak dragons are attached to creatures stronger than themselves, but they don’t. Will succumb to each other.

When you are stronger than it, it will yield to you without hesitation. When you are weak, it will swallow you without hesitation. Therefore, if you want to become a top dragon trainer, you must understand its weaknesses. . "

After a pause, Professor De La Cess continued to introduce other dragons: "Australian protein eyes, among the most colorful fire dragons, have an extremely beautiful appearance, but the saliva contains venom that carries dragon pox, which is a hidden and dangerous killer. But the size is very small and the strength is very, very weak."

Then, he pointed to a young dragon shining like a glaze red:

"Fireball dragon, a very rare dragon species. Chinese fireball has the highest temperature breath of all dragons. According to legend, the ancient Eastern alchemists used the breath of fireball dragon to refine secret medicine. But flying is its weakness, in Eastern alchemy. Under the training of the teacher, its wings have degraded."

After a pause, De La Cess continued: "Since the East is mentioned, I might as well talk about extracurricular courses.

In terms of taming dragons, Eastern alchemists have always been at the forefront of the world. Their way of taming dragons is fundamentally different from that of Europe. Eastern witchcraft emphasizes the tame of the "heart" and the unity of man and nature, not Simple physical tame.

And what is "heart", every dragon trainer has his own answer. If you can, I hope you can find your own answers this year. "

The students present were at a loss. Obviously, all the students heard what Professor De Laces said about the Eastern Wizard.

Hoffa didn't understand very much, but Miranda looked thoughtful, and finally she asked Hoffa.

"Don't you have half of that bloodline? Tell me, what is the heart?"

Hoffa had only a wry smile. He was not educated in traditional oriental witchcraft, nor did he describe the wizards of the East in the original book. Miranda came to ask himself how could he know.

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After Professor Drasses introduced all the dragons, the students below were a little commotion, especially some boys, who could not bear the idea of ​​contacting the young dragons.

As if seeing the wishes of these boys, Fatir spit out a smoke ring and said: "These dragons have just come out of their shells. It is the most vulnerable time. It is also the time when you need the most care. Every one of you come over. Choose a dragon you like and take care of it in the wild.

During this process, I will supervise and correct your behavior. Be aware that when you choose a dragon, the dragon is also choosing you. It will see through your weaknesses and attack your weaknesses at a glance..."

Before he could say anything, the students gathered around the table and whispered excitedly. Under the temptation of the young fire dragon, they did not even listen to Fatir's admonition carefully.

Hoffa was no exception. He was very curious about these creatures from the bottom of his heart. He had been chased by these creatures in Heilzburg and fled in embarrassment. If he could, he would really like to get to know it.

He looked along the table one by one and walked to the short-nosed dragon. He thought this lazy guy was a little cute, so he reached out his hand and wanted to touch him.

But the sleeping short-nosed dragon was like a ghost. It suddenly opened its eyes and rolled on the spot, avoiding him without saying, and opening its mouth to spray a small dragon's breath at him, in the air. There is a faint smell of sulfur.

This...Hoffa was hot and withdrew his hand.

Hoffa turned to the side of another juvenile Hungarian hornet, just about to reach out his hand. When the dormant tree wasp felt something, it opened its mouth and bit at him, and Hoffa hurriedly shrank his hand.

The Hungarian hornet bite empty. It retreated quickly, hiding behind the chubby short-nosed dragon, watching him warily.

Strange......

Hoffa had to turn to Fireball Dragon's side.

I thought to myself, this fireball should accept itself for the sake of having oriental ancestry.

However, as soon as he walked to the side of the small fireball, the fireball immediately curled up, clustered vigilantly, two plumes of white smoke spewed out of his nostrils, and high-temperature gas came out all over his body.

Fireball did not accept him either.

He went around the group of young dragons, but all the young dragons ran away quickly after touching his hand. No matter how big or small, no one is willing to accept him.

Soon, the fire dragon present was picked clean by other students. Aglaia was holding a Welsh green dragon in his arms, while Miranda slid a Fangtooth, and fumbled about it with interest. The Hungarian horror hovered proudly on Sherlock's head, with its head high.

The students present all picked their favorite dragons.

Only Hoffa, empty-handed, got nothing.

Fatir didn't care about Hoffa. He saw that most of the students had got the dragon, so he went on to say:

"In nature, all fire dragons experience a period of play before they become predators. This period of time may seem casual, but it is the most important time in their lives.

Compared with learning, playing will bring more unknown consequences, and coping with these unknown consequences will cultivate the resilience of a predator. Only the creatures with the most outstanding performance in the game can become the top predators.

Dragons’ juvenile period is only about one year. Within a year, they will quickly mature and be out of the care of their parents. I need you in this year..."

As he was talking, Fatir saw a raised arm.

He frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Hoffa: "I didn't pick a dragon."

"what?"

Drasses frowned, and the students who picked the dragon looked at Hoffa, their eyes puzzled.

"All the dragons rejected me," Hoffa said. "They don't seem to like me very much."

There was a low voice of laughter from around, and in the laughter, Sherlock joked, "Great hero, come out with a little courage."

Her jokes made the students applaud and booed, but Hoffa was a little bored, this guy...is still in the shadows, does he really think it's fun to talk?

He was upset, but he didn't have any episodes on his face, he just looked at Drazess.

Fatir seemed to see the displeasure of the young man in front of him. He raised his hand to stop the students from booing, and asked Hoffa, "Have you raised any other dragons?"

Hoffa looked up: "I didn't."

"Strange..." He walked up to Hoffa, leaned his head and smelled him, then he looked at Hoffa's eyes carefully.

"Are you the boy that night?"

"it's me."

Fatir shook his head again: "If the dragon doesn't accept you, I can't teach you the rest of the lesson."

Hoffa licked his lips: "Why?"

"Training dragons is the art of domination. If the young dragon cannot accept you, it means that you are not suitable for this path, or that you are not ready yet."

There was no sound on all sides, and the sky was completely dark at the moment. Hoffa looked at the flickering eyes of the dragons around him. He felt a little unwilling to swim for more than 50 kilometers. Did he get this result?

Fatir looked at the dark sky, and said helplessly, "Go back, boy, you still have your own business to do."