Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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A week ago.

There was heavy snow on the Scottish moor. With a wand in one hand and Fatil in the other, Aglaia walked deep in the snow and shallow.

At this moment, both of them were in extremely bad condition, Aglaia's fingers were blue with cold, and there was not much blood on his face. His robe was in tatters, his hair was covered with snow, and his ears were frozen with two holes.

On the other hand, Fatir was bandaged on his lower abdomen, stumbled, half-dead and free.

In front of them, there is a dilapidated wooden house, probably a building left by a hunter after hunting in the summer.

At this moment, more than half a month has passed since Fatir was attacked. In the cave half a month ago, Hagrid, the half-giant, stabbed Fatir through. Aglaia was proficient in potions. He searched for some medicinal materials in the cave, and refined a pair of bacon, which suspended his father's life.

She hopes to bring Fatier back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. But the injury was too serious, coupled with the sudden heavy snowfall, all she could do was stop and go, gathering herbs while walking, trying to relieve Fatir's deteriorating injury.

Standing in front of this abandoned hunter's hut, she put down Fatir and kicked open the wooden door. There is nothing in the abandoned wooden house, only a little firewood.

"Damn it!"

Aglaia cursed secretly, and she stroked Fatir's neck.

The pulse is as thin as a gossamer.

She untied the duffel bag on her back. There were only a few things in the luggage, a gray dragon egg, and a few medicine jars. The dragon egg was captured from that cave, and Aglaia was not interested in it.

Holding the medicine jar, she slowly uncovered the gauze on Fatir's lower abdomen. The wound stabbed by the half-giant was still hideous, **** and squirming.

An invisible force pulled Fatir up like a puppet and put him in a pose.

While applying the medicine, Aglaia saw a group of black shadows creeping slowly on the ground. Every time he squirmed, Fatir changed a posture, as if a ghost was holding him.

After applying the medicine, Aglaia looked at the medicine jar, and there was not much medicine left.

But there is still about a week away from Hogwarts, and she must find some spare hemostatic and muscle-promoting drugs. Otherwise, Fatir may not survive this short week.

She tidied the gauze, stood up and looked at the snowy woodland outside the house.

She must collect enough healing medicine in a short time, otherwise Fatir will probably die in this wild forest.

After making up her mind, she added a handful of dry wood to the fire. Out of the cabin, he re-entered the snowy woodland.

Alone looking for medicine in the icy northern part of Scotland, even a wizard, this task is unbelievably difficult.

She kept peeling away the snow, trying to find the herbs buried under the snow, but often got disappointed. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and without herbs, she can't make potions out of thin air.

At this time, there was a creaking stepping sound in the distant snow. She turned her head and immediately stood up straight.

A two-meter-high sound and shadow slowly emerged from the snow. It has brown scales, apricot eyes, and spikes.

It was the Hungarian hornet that was rescued by them. However, compared to half a month ago, this Hungarian hornet was once again bigger.

After the emergence of the tree wasp, other rescued fire dragons also slowly emerged from the snow, egg white eyes, fang dragon...One of the fat Swedish short-nosed dragons was still convulsing with one in its mouth. Elk.

The elk was bitten through its lower abdomen, and blood dripped on the snow like enchanting plum blossoms.

It was the dragons who came back from hunting, and Aglaia was both happy and vigilant in his heart. Happiness can fill his stomach. What is wary is that the dragon group will not obediently hand the deer to itself.

Sure enough, the Swedish short-nosed dragon threw the reindeer on the snow, humming and dangling, looking at Aglaia.

The headed Hungarian hornet looked at Aglaia, exposing a ball of flame tentatively, with provocation in the apricot eyes.

Although he was tired, cold and hungry, Aglea stood tall in the face of the dragons. The look is extremely solemn. His eyes didn't flinch at all.

She knew that if she had the slightest slack in her spirit, the dragon group would tear her apart without hesitation, and then select a new dragon group leader.

The girl and the dragon group faced each other for about half a minute, and most of the small fire dragons in the dragon group bowed their heads.

But only the relatively large fire dragons are more vigorous and will not easily give up the opportunity to challenge the leader's position.

After staring for a long time, the tree wasp stretched his head.

"Roar!!"

It screamed.

It seems that I want to take further action.

Aglaia immediately raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A stealthy Welsh green dragon emerged from the snow and smashed away the Hungarian hornet.

The tree wasp hurts and wants to get angry.

Aglaia sternly reprimanded: "Enough."

The two words were too heavy, and the hornet that challenged the leader of the Aglea dragon group became quiet. The Swedish short-nosed dragon groaned forward behind it, and arched the reindeer, which was still in the low horn, in front of Aglaia.

Aglaia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This action meant that the dragon group still recognized her leadership status. In the dragon society, only the leader has the ability to distribute food.

She drew a dagger and pressed the reindeer's neck.

"I am sorry."

She put her head on the reindeer's head and whispered.

The dagger pierced the neck and severed the spine of the reindeer. The reindeer wailed, his eyes loosened and relaxed.

Aglaia spit out a mouthful of white mist, and with a cold face forbearing discomfort, he cut a piece of meat from the reindeer's hind leg. This action even caused her phantom pain, but she had no choice.

After cutting the meat, insert the dagger back to his waist.

The Hungarian hornet immediately posted it, and Aglaia nodded, touched its spiked head, and stepped aside. The tree wasp circled the reindeer, biting off a leg hard.

This action was like ringing a bell for a meal, and the dragons pounced on it. Watching the dragons fighting for food, no dragon cared about himself. Aglaia sighed insignificantly.

"Damn...this job is simply not done by humans."

Aglaia muttered to herself, leaning against the tree trunk and being with the fire dragon. She must maintain absolute self-confidence and absolute leadership attitude all the time.

If the dragon sees that he is depressed, I am afraid that he will be swallowed up in minutes. Even the green dragon closest to him is essentially a green dragon.

The social laws of the dragon category have no warmth at all, only rule and be ruled.

After breathing and resting for a while, she carried the venison, put the venison on it with a wooden stick, found a corner away from the dragons, and planned to make a fire. Eat something before going on the road to find medicine.

She didn't want to go on the road with the dragon group, that would be too tired.

Her high posture so far has been pretended, even the green dragon who knows her the most, she can't reveal the slightest weakness.

Just like a down-and-out businessman who goes to the bank to get a loan, he has to dress up even if he is poor. That kind of glamour is sad to think about.

The venison gradually matured, and a hint of meat gradually diffused in the forest. Aglaia took the dagger and was about to cut a piece of venison for food,

"Hey."

A shout came from behind.

She turned her head vigilantly and saw that a man holding a bow and arrow slowly walked out of the woods. The man had tangled hair, a cold red face, and was wearing dirty leather gloves and a moleskin hat with his waist inserted. With a magic wand, he is a hunter.

"Hey, where did you get your meat?"

The hunter looked at Aglaia and asked.

Seeing someone coming, Aglaia immediately stood up and took out her wand vigilantly. This was the first time she saw a wizard other than Fatir in these days.

In this wilderness, she had to pay more attention to it.

Holding a bow and arrow, the hunter walked to Aglaia step by step and looked at her up and down.

"This is venison. I just lost a deer."

Said the hunter.

Losing a deer, Aglaia thought, could it be that his dragon was snatched from him. She turned her head and glanced behind her, the fire dragons fighting for food were very blurred in the wind and snow.

"do not know."

Aglaia lied and said indifferently: "I prepared this from home."

"How come you, a little girl like you, came here."

The hunter looked at Aglea calmly.

"Are you lost?"

"picnic."

Aglaia said half-truth, "With my friends."

"Where is your friend?"

"In other places, what does it matter to you?"

"Can I have some together?"

The hunter pointed at the venison and asked, "I have been away for most of the day, and I am very hungry now."

Aglaia didn't answer, she was holding her magic wand, and the meaning was very obvious. But the hunter did not leave, he took the initiative to put away the bow and arrow, and did not draw out the wand, but rather calmly asked:

"Do you need anything? I can change with you."

"Any medicine, Baixian?"

Aglaia almost blurted out.

"If you have, you can sell me a bit, and I will give you a good price."

The hunter nodded, drew a knife, stuck it on the venison, cut a piece and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Of course, but at the camp, if you want, you have to come with me."

"Lead the way." Aglaia held up his wand.

"Can you stop pointing your magic wand at me, I'm not a bad person."

The hunter said, "My name is James, what's your name?"

Aglaia did not answer.

The hunter smiled.

"Forget it, it seems that you just don't believe me. Come with me."