Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The weather was getting colder, and the two Aglaia father and daughter who were tracking the missing dragon and the student walked out of Hogwarts. They even moved away from the mountains of southern Scotland and came to the waters of the Heshed Islands.

It's already dusk.

On the mountain road, Fatir wore a gray wizard robe with a cigarette holder in his mouth and a magic wand in his hand. He clicked and clicked regularly in the air. Every time he clicked, a green stardust would fall from the sky. , Fell in his palm.

Here, winding rocks and rocky mountains are scattered on the ground like keel bones, and the stream makes a ding-dong sound. Surrounded by a completely unmanned wilderness, it was quiet and terrible.

On the frosty ground, Aglaia let out a white mist, watching the man move around, his eyes filled with impatience.

"Have you not found it yet, how long has it been?"

"I can find it right away, I can feel him nearby."

Fatir said softly.

"Are you serious? Near and then near, near and then again. Please, I don't want to spend Christmas in the wild with you."

"Patience is essential."

Fatir squinted at the magic light spot in his hand: "This opponent is not as simple as you think."

As he spoke, the light spots formed a small arrow pointing in another direction. He rubbed his palms, spilled the light spot, and walked in the direction of the light spot.

Aglaia frowned helplessly, sighed, and ran after him.

Since the students disappeared a week ago, they have not encountered any abnormalities.

For Aglaia, the man he saw that night was purely an illusion, and he didn't even remember his appearance. And his father also resumed his taciturn manner, and did not have any unnecessary communication with her.

When the two reached a stream, Fatir stopped again, smoking a cigarette, and waving his wand in the air. When he finished smoking, he spit out the cigarette **** directly on the ground.

Aglaia hugged her arms and leaned against the tree, watching coldly. She felt that this man looked like a third-world gangster, who didn't care about anything. She didn't even know how her mother liked this kind of person in the first place.

She decided to ask her doubts.

"Hey." She yelled.

"What are you doing?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"what is the matter."

"You haven't been home for many years, why did you go?"

"Busy." Fatir answered without looking up.

"What are you up to?" the girl asked calmly.

"More important things to do." Fatir replied indifferently.

"What's the important thing?"

"It's not something you can participate in."

Fatir didn't really want to keep talking.

"Ha." Aglaia gave a short smile: "Mother has lost all your photos."

"Oh."

Fatir frowned: "It's not easy to find dragons and students, please be careful."

Aglaia turned around, took two steps, then kicked a stone obstructing the road with a strong kick, and the stone fell into the stream on the side, making a splash of water.

Fatir raised his palm: "Shhh."

Unexpectedly, this action deepened the girl's disgust, and she kicked a stone on the ground harder.

But the stone floated in the air before falling into the stream.

Fatir stopped the falling stone with a floating curse, and he gave Aglaia a stern look.

"Shh!"

A faint sound of wading from far and near, entered Aglaia's ears, she was taken aback, and looked around nervously: "Did you find him?"

Fatir didn't speak, and took her arm, a little magic wand, the two of them were enveloped by the phantom curse and disappeared out of thin air.

......

Not long after disappearing, a tall figure appeared along the stream. Holding a cloth bag, he cautiously looked around with a probe, getting closer and closer.

With the sun setting sun in early winter, Aglaia could see the other side clearly. It was a boy, wearing a linen robe, his body was unusually tall, but his face was young and tender.

She was shocked.

She remembers when she went to sell medicine with Hoffa during the summer vacation. I strayed into a village because I got lost and saw this weird looking guy.

She thought at the time whether to help him and Hoffa had a heated argument.

It's just that they were in Wales at the time, but now he has gone to Scotland. What is this guy doing?

The big man dragged the cloth bag to the riverside, took out a pile of bottles and cans from his chest, opened them and scattered them on the riverside.

Not long after, a faint scent of spicy scent drifted into Agleia's nostrils, and colorful fungus plants appeared on the ground where the powder had been sprinkled, which was really beautiful.

The fungus plants grew rapidly under the stimulation of drugs. After the plants had grown quickly, he tore off the plants and stuffed them into the bag he was holding.

After waiting for the stuffed bag to swell, he murmured: "It should be enough."

After speaking, he threw the bag on his shoulder and quickly disappeared near the stream.

Seeing Hagrid leaving behind, the two of them released the disillusioned state.

Aglaia asked Fatir: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Fatir said solemnly.

"I have seen him, near Heilzburg."

"That fairy town destroyed by the fire dragon?"

"Yes."

Fatir walked to the stream and stared at a few fungi on the ground that hadn't been plucked away: "You should be proficient in potions. Tell me, what are these plants for?"

Aglaia walked along the stream, carefully observing the broken parts of the fungus on the bank of the river, and distinguishing the types while observing: "Nightmare cigar, blood tooth fungus, poisonous amanita, pufferfish, ant street lamp... .."

After counting all the fungi, Aglaia was surprised: "The ingredients of powerful anesthetics are used to anesthetize large organisms. What is that guy doing with these drugs...?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fatir hurried to catch up.

Aglaia followed him but was pushed away by him.

"You wait for me here, I'll be back later."

Aglaia sneered: "In general stories, if you say that, one of us must die."

"I'm not kidding. I'll see what's going on first, and I need to notify you for help."

"Why didn't you say that when you just asked me to identify the potion?"

"The situation is unknown, don't follow me. You follow me rashly, in case something goes wrong..."

"You can't explain to my mother?"

Aglaia sneered.

"Aren't you quite confident before?"

Fatir turned black and didn't want to say more.

Aglaia glanced at his father happily, thinking that this guy was the master of school costumes, and when he came to him, he wouldn't still be slumped...

The winter sunset quickly settled, and Hagrid, who was walking on the mountain road ahead, raised the torch. With a rustle of walking, Aglaia and Fatir hung not far behind him, then Hagrid turned to the left and descended steeply down the hillside, so they found a valley by accident.

Hagrid didn't know that someone was following him. He climbed up the hill and walked on the trail, getting faster.

Aglaia and Fatir also speeded up to follow, the bushes and hedges on both sides were taller and denser than those they had just passed by.

The dirt road is winding, potholes, and full of rubbish. It descends steeply like the trail just now, and seems to lead to a small patch of dark woods below. Sure enough, the dirt road was connected to the dry bush without going far.

Immediately afterwards, they found several rows of huge footprints on the dirt road, one larger than an adult lying down.

Looking at the footprints, Fatir said solemnly: "It's a dragon, the footprints of an adult dragon."

Aglaia raised her heart, and she immediately thought of the scene of her being taken away by a fire dragon during the summer vacation. Then he thought of the destruction of Heilzburg, which was a tragedy that caused half of the goblins to die.

Thinking about it, the two came to the mountainside, where Hagrid disappeared, and they only saw a one-person-sized hole.

Around the entrance of the cave were covered with moss, and there were dense nettles.

The two looked at each other, and Fatir took out his wand and tapped Aglaia’s arm: "Disler Falcon."

They entered the state of disillusionment again, and walked into the cave through the nettles.

After entering the cave, there are piles of rafters everywhere in the cave. Those origin trees are large, and the upper area is covered with thick old stains. And the more you go forward, the more the cave becomes wider. Finally, they came to a huge natural cave, nearly a hundred meters high, with all kinds of sharp stalactites hanging upside down.

As he walked, an unusually rancid breath came upon his face, and Aglaia quickly covered his nostrils. Taking a closer look, she saw a huge fire dragon head sticking to the ground. She was taken aback and quickly took a step back.

The head of the fire dragon was extremely large, with black sharp spikes distributed on it, which looked rather ferocious. It was an adult black dragon of Heshedia.

But the two stood there for a long time, and they didn't see the fire dragon attacking, alert, or even moving. It just fell to the ground.

Take a closer look, this huge black dragon of Heshediae is dead. It is cold all over, its pupils are dilated, and there are some dry blood stains between the scales on its body, and the rancid smell is transmitted from its body.

Aglaia relaxed a little, and wiped the cold sweat from her head.

Fatir murmured in disbelief: "Who did this?"

Aglaia didn't know, she slowly walked around the huge dragon corpse. This black dragon was dealing with the strong black dragon she had seen in Heilzburg.

Going further, I saw a fire dragon lying on the ground. It was a fire dragon with short wings. The whole body was dark red. It was not clear whether it was dried blood or the color of the scales.

The moment he saw it, Aglaia recognized it. This thing and Hoffa also played a game in Heilzburg.

It's just that now, like the black dragon of Heshedia, the fireball fell to the ground, cold and without aura. Obviously a few months ago, it could also emit the scorching heat like the sun.

This scene caused Aglaia’s heart to twitch, and the death of the fire dragon is definitely not a normal phenomenon.

"I sent this dragon from the east."

Fatir knelt down, poked the fire dragon's stiff eyes with his wand, and whispered, "I have been dead for more than two months. The cause of death was excessive blood loss."

"You sent it here?"

Aglaia repeated it.

"Yes, I traded for this female fireball with medicine and a group of oriental wizards. I wanted to send it to Gringotts to be guarded and used for reproduction, but was robbed in the middle of the way. Who knew it would have died here. "

He stroked the fire dragon's body and murmured.

"You destroyed Heilzburg?"

Aglaia immediately became vigilant.

"What are you thinking? Everything I do is for the stability of the wizarding world. What good is it for me to kill the goblins?"

Fatir stood up and continued to move forward.

"Who did it?"

Aglaia asked immediately.

Fatir remained silent.

Aglaia continued to ask in a low voice: "Do you know if you don't know dragons well?"

Fatir pressed Aglaia against the wall with a bang, and whispered: "Why are you so curious!?"

Aglaia was startled by Fatir's sudden movement, and his inadvertent words seemed to touch some sensitive nerve of his father.

Fatir took two deep breaths and calmed down. He put his fingers in front of Aglaia:

"Put away your meaningless exploration of the unknown, you will die!"

After speaking, he let go of Aglaia's shoulder and continued to examine the dragon's body.

Aglaia rubbed her shoulders and shut up unwillingly.

This huge cave seems to be like the cemetery of giant dragons. It is full of dead fire dragons, adult dragons, Welsh green dragons, short-nosed dragons, egg white eyes... the more you move forward, the ground dries up. The more blood there will be.

At this time, there were a few deep roars in the distance. Aglaia's expression shook, and she heard the call of her own Welsh green dragon.

"Elizabeth."

She turned the corner of the cave and saw a row of fire dragons of various colors hanging in the middle of the cave. It was the missing young dragons, they were all locked by thick steel chains, hung from the top of the cave, their expressions languished, and they whimpered in a low voice.

All kinds of pipes are plugged into them, and the pipes are red with red blood flowing in them. They flowed from the dragon's neck, and finally gathered on a huge metal operating table.

A man with a half-bald head stood by a huge metal console, waving his wand at a gray dragon egg that was more than a foot long.

Seeing the man, Aglaia clenched his fists abruptly. It was this guy, Norbert Hagrid, who had a relationship with himself during that summer vacation.

At this moment, Norbert's whole person has become completely different from the summer vacation. Although his appearance has not changed much, there is white foam flowing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes are dark, and his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, which looks extraordinarily hideous.

While waving his wand, he roared sharply: "Fool, has the medicine come back?"

Aglaia was taken aback, thinking he had been discovered.

But soon she knew that the other party did not find herself, he was scolding her son.

The half-giant boy hurriedly took out the potion from the bag.

"Come here. Come back."

"Faster!!"

Knoberhaig didn't know that someone had sneaked into the cave, and he still yelled: "Don't let me wait too long, the fusion fails, I will throw you into the cauldron!"

"Yes...Yes..." Hagrid took out a medicine jar in horror, placed the fungus in it, and smashed it in a hurry.

After cursing, he stood in front of the huge operating table, swaying a test tube filled with red liquid, and muttering words in his mouth. As he grumbled, the reagent kept changing colors.

Noble Hagrid looked at the changing colors of the potion, his eyes were extremely enthusiastic: "Almost...almost...I am close enough to the gods."

However, at this time, there was another crisp sound from the side.

It seemed that something was broken.

Aglaia looked back and saw the half-giant boy groping on the ground in a hurry. It turned out that he had broken the medicine jar by accident, and the medicine he had collected was scattered all over the ground.

Knoberhag was agitated, his eyes quickly turned red, and he grinned. The expression on his face returned from coldness to madness again.

"Asshole!"

His beard screamed, his wand turned into a purple whip, and he rushed over with the whip.

"you.....!"

Without hesitation, he slapped Hagrid with a whip and screamed loudly: "You pig! Stupid! Manure-making machine!"

The beaten Hagrid hugged his head, and wailed and rolled around on the ground, but Norbo's eyes were red and he didn't mean any pity. He was crazy like a mad beast.

"It's impossible to let you do this little thing. Who raised you?"

"Where did the food and drink come from?"

"Trash, idiot!"

The air was filled with a wave of vacillating negative energy, and that energy dragged the shadows of all the objects in the cave and swayed on the wall.

Aglaia, who was hiding next to him, covered his mouth. This negative emotion almost made him nauseous. When he first met this guy in Wales, he thought he was an unlucky wizard who was wronged by Muggles, but he didn't expect this. This guy is such a devil in his bones.

The half-giant boy was wailing and rolling on the ground, and Norbert became more and more angry and vigorous, and he seemed to be able to find great happiness in ravaging his own children.

An unnamed anger ignited from Aglaia's lower abdomen, and she felt very upset, very, very upset. She intends to give this guy a sneak attack, first attack him to force him.

But at this time, Fatir also came from behind her, seeing this scene before him, his body swayed twice, and he whispered in disbelief:

"Noble!?"

His voice is not loud. But Norbert Hagrid, who whipped his son, felt like an electric shock. He turned his head abruptly and drew out his wand.