Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

As soon as Fatir's Norbert uttered, Aglaia was almost mad. How could this guy be less reliable than himself, so he called out his name like this. She is also planning to make a sneak attack to subdue this guy.

But now it's too late.

The man who whipped Hagrid turned his head. At this moment, the frenzied expression on his face changed a lot, surprise, panic, stern, and finally turned into a blank expression.

"Fatier De La Cess."

Noble lowered his head and whispered, "You are not dead yet."

"I wish I was dead now." Fatir said softly, "No one desires that moment more than I do."

"Bah." Norbert spit on the ground and slapped his mouth: "True hypocrisy, who asked you to come over."

"Isn't I supposed to ask you this sentence?"

Fatir pointed to the young dragon hanging in the air, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm doing something you can't even think of, old friend."

Noble said feverishly, and the air gradually solidified, and he arched his shoulders. Put the magic wand behind him with his right hand.

Aglaia's eyes turned around on the two of them, and his father seemed to know the man in front of him.

Fatir didn't move. He asked, "Who are you serving now? With such a large site and so many equipment, this burden cannot be supported by you."

"Yeah, hum."

Noble yin and yang laughed weirdly:

"Dragons have always been under your control and controlled by you. How can ordinary wizards like us have the right to get involved, are you right?"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his wand without hesitation: "Avadazo fate!"

Aglaia almost screamed.

The bright green light came out of the cave like an emerald green snake, illuminating every corner of the cave, and the pure will of death was like the **** of death holding up a sickle, severely chopped down.

The curse hadn't touched Fatir yet.

Knoberhag was slammed by an invisible fist and hit the wall hard.

The death curse ran across Fatir's side, and he was like a marionette, dragged by the invisible force to avoid death's sickle abruptly.

At this moment, Aglaia's heart was blocked in his throat. She covered her mouth, and her body trembled. This was the first time that she had faced the Killing Curse, and the pressure that was touched to death shocked him.

In the gravel, Norbert Hager crawled out abruptly, swaying from side to side, hoarsely sneered:

"Fortunately, your old bone can still maintain such agility."

After he finished speaking, his muscles swelled and his whole body became fat a lot. He stepped on the ground and flew out. He hit Fatir's chest hard. Fatir took two steps back again and again. A trace of blood spilled after opening his mouth.

"What's the matter with your strength!?" Fatir asked in shock, clutching his chest.

Norbert: "You have studied dragons for so many years, but you don't know anything about true power. It's so sad."

He spread his hands, and the muscles of his body expanded.

"We have worked together for more than ten years, anyhow, your knowledge has long been absorbed by me."

After speaking, he bent down, with spikes growing on his head like a half-dragon, and wanted to charge Fatir again. But at this time, he found that he couldn't move anymore. It's like being hit by a petrification spell.

Fatir's thin body got up from the ground with some difficulty. He wiped his lips and said, "It seems that you haven't fully absorbed my knowledge."

As he spoke, Knoberhag was like being entangled by an invisible python, his whole body straightened and his body twisted into a weird arc.

He looked down and saw a black shadow hovering from under Fatir's feet, dancing around him.

"this is.....!"

The shrill roar echoed in the cave hall.

"Shadow Dragon?"

"Yes, one of the rarest dragon species lurks in the shadows and relies on the energy of the host for food." Fatir said.

"You really deserve to be a dragon trainer, you dare to take this kind of thing with you, don't you be afraid of being sucked into it!?"

Norbert gritted his teeth.

Aglaia discovered that his father's shadow was constantly dancing on the ground, dragging the old elders. Fatir is obviously a person, but his shadow is in the shape of a dragon. She hadn't noticed this scene before.

"Stop talking nonsense, who on earth are you serving?" Fatir pointed his wand at Noberhag's temple.

The shadow hovered beside Noberhag, and every time he hovered, he was like being entangled in a circle by a giant python, his body tightened, his eyes raised, and he struggled constantly.

"I don't serve anyone, I serve the world." Norbert hissed in a low voice, his forehead puffed up.

Fatir took a few breaths and said, "Serving the world, murdering dragons, using the unforgivable curse, you call serving the world? You have committed countless serious crimes!"

"This is...necessary...means!"

He spit out a stream of blood and roared: "Don't do it yet, do you want to watch me die!?"

As soon as the voice fell, the half-giant boy on the side appeared from nowhere. He shivered and slammed a large wooden stick at Fatir.

Aglaia reacted, and before she waited for the big stick to fall on Fatir's head, she waved her wand.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

The purple chains sprayed out from the magic wand, and bound the half-giant boy tightly.

He fell to the ground without much resistance, the wooden stick in his hand rolled far away.

"Trash, are you a mountain monster?"

Noble, whose body was squeezed out of shape, shouted in despair.

"Why are you so useless...?"

"Enough, tell me, who are you doing here for? Say it, I can still intercede with the Ministry of Magic!"

"Can't you guess it?"

Noble stared at Fatir, and roared: "Everything is over, you nobles, big families, upper-class people, your age is over."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fatir to question, he tried his best to bump his head against the stalactite in the cave. He broke through a big hole in his mind and fainted on the spot.

The cave returned to silence from the noise. The black shadow on the ground slowly became thinner and shorter, swimming back to Fatir's feet, and returning to a normal human shape.

Fattier looked at Norbert who hit the wall with a puzzled expression on his face.

Aglaia walked slowly to Norbert who fell on the ground.

"Dead...dead?"

Fatir bent down and pointed his fingers.

"Not dead, fainted."

"This old madman...you know?"

"Yes, we used to study dragons together. Many years ago."

Fattier looked at Norbert's face steadily: "But I never thought he would become what he is now."

"Really, I think you are quite similar."

After speaking softly, Aglaia strode to his fire dragon, and pointed his magic wand: "Torn apart."

The young fire dragons hanging on the top of the cave were relieved. Those young dragons probably took some unknown drugs, and now all of them are unconscious.

Aglaia counted the young dragons and found her own Welsh green dragon among them. She happily touched its head. Fortunately, they arrived in time, and these dragons were not drained of blood to die like the adult fire dragons outside.

After finding the missing dragon, Aglaia tried to find his missing classmates.

But she found a big circle in the cave, and she did not see any traces of other creatures, and the classmates still disappeared.

Back at the control desk, Fatir was looking solemnly through some of Norberhager's parchments. Turning over: "Biological fusion, sure enough..."

"what is that?"

Aglaia asked.

Fatir put down the parchment: "Ultimate Biological Project."

"What ultimate creature?"

"Ten years ago, we were in an organization to study dragons. This is our common hobby. We both believe that fire dragons contain endless powers that can be developed to help wizards.

However, in the wizarding world, I don't know when it began to spread a secret, saying that there is a perfect dragon in the world, which has all the advantages of dragons.

Ultra-fast flight speed, unparalleled strength, the hottest dragon's breath, the largest size, the most gorgeous appearance. At the same time, it has the ability to control all living things and stands at the top of the food chain. "

"Control all living things?"

Aglaia: "Is there still this kind of power?"

"do not know."

Fatir shook his head: "No one has seen it before, but I personally think it is just a fantasy, a creature imagined by some immature young people.

But Norbert believed in this rumor, or said that this legend fits his worship of power perfectly.

He has always been obsessed with powerful creatures. He believes in Darwinism, believes in the strong eating of the weak, and does not believe that there are other rules in this world.

So he began to search for such ultimate creatures everywhere, searching for many years, but found nothing.

I reminded him many times that there are no perfect creatures in the world. But he didn't listen, he was too obsessed with fantasy.

In the end, he made a decision. Since there is no such thing in the world, he will create the creature himself. Eleven years ago, he stole a lot of my research data about dragons and went missing.

I searched for him for many years but didn't find it, and finally had to give up.

In the end, he didn't expect him to come here, and he hasn't given up his illusion. "

After a pause, Fatir sighed: "What a foolishness."

Is it just an illusion...

Aglaia looked at the somewhat fragmented gray egg on the console, and thought of the thrilling encounter during the summer vacation. A faint premonition rose in her heart.

Fatir picked up the dragon egg on the console and said softly: "This should be a certain test item. I have to send it to Saint Mungo, and ask your mother to identify it."

Aglaia curiously took the dragon egg from Fatir's hand, trying to feel what it was.

As soon as she took over the thing, a cold whisper came from behind: "Let it go, humble Veeva."

Aglaia turned around.

The half-giant boy who was restrained by himself did not know when he got up, but at this moment, his eyes flashed with colorful colors, and the whole person was distorted and indescribable.

In less than a second, Ruberhaig suddenly took out a broken stalactite, grabbed Aglaia's shoulder, and stabbed her heart heavily.

The distance between the two was too close and the opponent moved too fast, and Aglaia didn't react at all.

In a moment of life and death, Fatir grabbed the other shoulder of Aglea, with his arm forcefully, opened a thin slit, and blocked the half-giant boy with his body.

Puff!

Fatir was like being hit by a rushing train. He retreated quickly and slammed into the metal console.

The half-giant has completely changed himself at this moment. He no longer looks like he was afraid and timid. He pinched Fatir's neck with one hand and the stalactite with the other, only ruthless and cruel on his face.

Fatir tried to use the Dragon of Shadow, but found that the opponent was like a stone, unshakable.

"The stability you seek is worthless."

Speaking softly, Hagrid pressed his hand.

The stalactites stirred in his lower abdomen, and Fatir screamed.

boom! !

Aglaia picked up a huge glass bottle on the table and smashed it heavily on the half-giant's head.

The half-giant was smashed to the ground and struggled twice.

boom! !

boom! ! !

boom! ! ! !

With red eyes, Aglaia took the bottle and smashed it on the opponent's head, smashing the opponent's head and bleeding, and did not withdraw his hand.

Seeing that his daughter had been dazzled by fear and anger, Fatir got up from the console with difficulty, rushed forward, and held Aglea.

"Don't... don't do this, calm down, he is controlled."

Aglaia struggled out of fear and fury, and took a closer look at his father, like an ice cellar.

A huge stalactite was inserted in Fatir's abdomen, stabbing him through. The man in front of him was clutching his abdomen, and the blood couldn't stop flowing from his fingers.

Aglaia tore his clothes apart, and a terrible scar was opened on his abdomen, and the squirming organs could almost be seen inside.

"This...you..."