Harry crawled under the thick root, hoping that when the black dragon hovered over the Forbidden Forest, it would not be able to see the three of them through the dense canopy, and Yakov was not far away. Harry hoped that the professors would discover the dragon over the Forbidden Forest earlier, and also hoped that Yakov could lead the dragon over. Although this was somewhat selfish, it was hard to say which one was more terrible, Yakov or the dragon.
The three of them held their breath, because they heard the figure of a broken branch above their heads. A strong, vigorous giant body broke the branch and landed nearby.
When it moved, the rustling sound of the fallen leaves was endless. Such a huge creature would inevitably make noise when it moved. The tremors caused by its heavy body on the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer. The three of them clung to the wet soil, trying to hide their bodies in the depression. Ron's heart was beating wildly. Hearing the sound that was getting closer and closer, they almost suffocated.
"Little dragon!" Yakov screamed in the distance, "It's there … Don't run! Little dragon! "
The sound of the black dragon approaching the three of them suddenly stopped, and then quickly moved away. The sound of branches breaking and the sound of the dragon's wings flapping in the air came from above, and the sound gradually went away in the direction of Yakov.
"Thank God!" Ron could not help but say, "The dragon has finally been led away!"
Harry thought so too. He patted the soil on his body and said to Hermione, "There's a black dragon in the forbidden forest, we must tell the professor about it. I'll go find Hagrid … At least we have to save those students of Durmstrong."
Ron stepped out of the protection of the root and hesitated, "It's hard to say whether they need our help or not! The wizards who can beat the werewolves like that, if they join hands, they may not be afraid of a dragon. At least for wizards, werewolves are not easy to deal with than dragons. Are we going to protect that dragon, or the lunatics of Durmstrong? "
"That's not an ordinary dragon!" Hermione retorted, "Haven't you felt it? As soon as we saw that dragon, we completely lost the courage to resist … That's definitely not an ordinary dragon, it may be … an ancient dragon! "
"Ancient Dragon?" Ron scratched his head in confusion.
Hermione explained, "Yes, in some magic books, it is mentioned that, just like the ancient wizards, there are some differences between ancient dragons and modern dragons. Ancient dragons are more intelligent, like centaurs and murlocs, with human-like intelligence and unique magic, unlike modern dragons, which are just some bigger beasts."
"Ancient Dragons used to be like fairies, having their own magic system."
"According to the books, one of the characteristics that distinguishes Ancient Dragons from modern dragons is the term 'Dragon Might'. It is said that Ancient Dragons would exert a unique spiritual pressure on their prey."
"Got it! Miss Know-It-All! " Ron muttered. He turned back and climbed out of the roots. Harry followed closely behind. He looked down for a place to climb and accidentally bumped into Ron in front of him. Harry was about to ask Ron why he was still in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw a pair of silver-white eyes staring at them with some sarcasm.
It was a pair of platinum pupils. Harry believed what Hermione had said before. The pupils showed no less vivid spirituality than a human.
So much so that the three of them could see that the black dragon was looking at them with a sneer, its eyes full of contempt and sarcasm. There was an indescribable sense of oppression on the black dragon, as cold and bloodthirsty as a blade, making people's hands and feet numb and weak. The black dragon did not look like a bloodthirsty beast, but with a calm, even a sense of pride.
Harry was very familiar with this. He could even read the black dragon's thoughts from its eyes — You stupid, lowly mortals.
Harry quietly tightened his grip on his wand, but before he could make a move, the black dragon opened its mouth and spat out a force field that knocked the wand out of his hand. Harry was very familiar with this feeling. "Use your weapon!" he said in horror.
A dragon that could use magic.
The dragon stepped out with its front claws. Ron took out his wand to stop it, but the old wand was broken by a strange magic around the black dragon's body before he could lift it. The black dragon grabbed Harry and flew high into the sky, leaving Hermione screaming in despair on the ground. Ron was slapped hard by the black dragon's wings and hit a tree. It seemed that at least two of his ribs were broken.
The black dragon tightened his grip on Harry, making it difficult for him to breathe. His lungs were burning with pain. He saw the black dragon proudly and wantonly roar. When he looked down at Harry in his hand, he showed that look again – disdain, understanding, and even a little relief, as if something that had been entangled for a long time had suddenly been loosened.
The black dragon flew towards the dead unicorn. Harry was in the air, and the cold wind poured into his mouth. His eyes blurred uncontrollably. He tried to keep his head down, refusing to let his glasses slide.
Then, he felt his body tremble slightly, and the black dragon landed near the unicorn's body.
There was a short, fat, wretched-looking wizard biting the unicorn's throat, trying to squeeze out the last drop of blood. The black dragon threw Harry to the ground and suddenly said in a human voice, "Harry Potter, the prophesied savior … is actually nothing more than this!"
The strange man saw the black dragon and hurriedly tried to escape, but he soon fell not far away with a cry and shouted, "Master, I was wrong, Master! I beg you … No! "" Ah! "He screamed, and his face suddenly turned yellow, as if he had aged ten years.
But the Black Dragon did not even spare him a glance. It stared at Harry Potter and said in a low voice, "I was once enchanted by the halo around you, the halo of a savior. It was so dazzling that I forgot the real you underneath the halo — the weak, vulnerable mortal body. You are one of the two shadows in my heart. When I opened my mouth to invite you to be my friend, you rejected me."
"For the friendship of a Weasley, you rejected … me!"
The black dragon roared angrily, "No one has ever rejected me before! You … actually dared to be the first! "
Harry could not believe it, and he said in shock, "You are Malfoy?"
"I am Dracula (Dragon)!" The black dragon laughed coldly.
"Just because you are the 'savior'? I have been brooding over this, but just now, I finally understood that I was influenced by those mud creatures. I should let the people of the world be my friends, and let them feel proud to be able to kiss my toes. I should not be entangled in the friendship of a fragile, bubbly savior. "
"I shall be the King of Wizards!"
The black dragon slowly turned around and looked at the short and fat Wizard who was twitching behind it. Its body gradually shrank, and its black scales twisted into a huge shadow. Suddenly, a youth with long platinum hair and dressed in a black robe walked out of the shadow. It was Malfoy. He looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was lying in the dust, and said in a low voice.
"There is still the second shadow that needs to be dealt with … I used to fear and revere him. My beloved father had no dignity under his feet. They worshipped him as their king and revered him as a god. I thought I respected him, but later on, I realized that I did not have the slightest bit of respect for him. From the beginning to the end, I only feared his cruelty, coldness, and power."
"I imitated him, and my family feared him … Until I saw through his weakness, stupidity, madness, and cowardice … He is not fit to be king!"
Peter Pettigrew's body suddenly turned over, and a pale face that looked like a corpse appeared behind his head. The face suddenly spoke, "Who gave you such courage … Malfoy? Was it your cowardly father who trembled under my feet? "
"Shut up!" Malfoy raised his hand and shot out a ray of blue light.
The spell landed on Pettigrew's body, causing him to tremble violently. Voldemort's soul, which was attached to the back of his head, creaked as if it was soaked in acid. His face was corroded into a bloody mess, and Voldemort's soul wailed in pain.
"Dark Scripture of the Undead!" Voldemort shrieked. "You stole its power, and now … You can use my weakness to harm me, but when I truly return, I will make sure you die a horrible death."
"Death is my domain … Have you asked me if you want to return?" Malfoy said sternly. He waved his wand, and Voldemort's soul suddenly burst into flames. The flames of the Underworld roasted his soul. Harry immediately understood when he heard the words' Dark Scripture of the Undead '. He had always had his suspicions, but at this moment, he finally confirmed that the other magic book was indeed in Malfoy's hands.
"Today, I will completely resolve everything from the past," Malfoy said gloomily. "Savior, Voldemort, everything will become a thing of the past."
Hearing this, Harry took a step back, but Malfoy laughed. He said, "I won't kill you, Harry. You don't understand. You have never been my enemy. My glory and humiliation have nothing to do with you. The one who truly hurt me was the fate that was imposed on you! Savior … Haha … How can a mere enemy of Voldemort be worthy of being called a savior?
"I will bury Voldemort and imprison him in the Underworld forever, where he will suffer hellish torture.
"I will bury your fate, Harry Potter … You will only be a boy who escaped death, and the prophecy of the Messiah will become a joke. This is my true goal." The book that Harry had seen in the wardrobe appeared in Malfoy's hands. It had a black metal cover, and the 'Dark Scripture of the Undead' was already open. Voldemort howled and turned into black smoke, about to escape into the sky.
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