The moment he saw the dragons, Hoffa immediately thought of the Hailtsburg that was destroyed by the Fire Dragons, the fairy town. And the man who asked him to find the Grindelwald.
The Magical Biology class actually involved the teaching of dragons. For a moment, countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Could the man in front of him be the culprit behind the destruction of Hailtsburg?
If that was the case, then he was Grindvall's subordinate. Was he here with the goal of destroying this school?
That was what he thought, but his eyes could not help but drift to Aglaia's face. Her face was pale as she looked at the group of young dragons on the table. She was also a witness to the terrible destruction. Maybe she was thinking about the same thing as Hoffa.
Hoffa shook his head. No, no, he did not look like him. Secondly, if it was really him, why would he throw his daughter into the sea of fire?
There were so many wizards in the world. There must be more than one who could tame dragons and study dragons. There was no direct evidence to prove that he was the mysterious dragon master.
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. Every dragon has its special abilities, but they also have their own weaknesses."
As he spoke, he pointed to a palm-sized blue-green young dragon, "The Welsh Green Dragon is the best at hiding among all the Fire Dragons. It can be called the chameleon among the dragons. They can even do it to the extent that you can't detect them even when they are close to you. But they are weak, skinny, and slow in flying. "
Then, he pointed to a larger brownish-black baby dragon. "Hungarian Tree Peak, the dragon with the longest breath of all the dragon species. When it reaches adulthood, its breath can reach fifty feet, and its limit is even eighty feet. It's also one of the larger dragons.
It has almost no weaknesses. If you have to say, its flying speed is average among the dragons. "
Hoffa glanced at the sleeping young dragon and thought to himself, is this the opponent that Harry will face in the future? It looks so docile now …
Fatir walked to the side of a chubby Dragon Whelp. The Dragon Whelp was yellowish-green and looked like a rock at first glance. It had a nose similar to a pig's and was snoring loudly.
Fatir took out a sharp dagger and slashed the head of the young dragon. The students below were shocked. Some girls even covered their mouths.
The fat dragon only snorted lazily and blew out a puff of smoke, showing no signs of waking up.
"Swedish Brachyrhinosaurus. They have the strongest defense among the dragons, but they are lazy by nature and don't move much. "
As soon as his voice trailed off, a young black dragon suddenly rushed out from the side and pushed the sleeping short-nosed young dragon away. It raised its head and rubbed its sharp horn against Fatir's hand, as if it was trying to please him and provoke him at the same time.
Fatir pushed the Black Dragon away. "The Black Dragon of the Hesperian Islands is one of the Fire Dragons native to Britain. It is the most aggressive of all the Fire Dragons. It is also the largest and possesses great strength. However, its movements are relatively clumsy and its intelligence is not very high."
Black Dragon. Was it the Fire Dragon that left with the fireball that night? It was indeed strong.
Hoffa's gaze drifted to Fatir's face again. This guy, how did he know so much about dragons?
After introducing a few of the larger young dragons, Fatir walked to another table. This table was filled with smaller young dragons.
He pointed at a brass-colored baby dragon with a black ridge on its back and said, "The Peruvian Venomous Tooth Dragon is the smallest fire dragon among all known fire dragons, but it's the fastest flying fire dragon. Its teeth are poisonous. "
The Venomfang Dragon Whelp shuttled back and forth on the table as fast as lightning, knocking the other Dragon Whelps all over the place like a hyperactive child.
After that, Fatir picked up the young dragon alone and threw it into the pile of dragons on another table.
The Peruvian Poison Tooth Dragon was still knocking around, appearing extremely mischievous. However, it was unexpectedly turned over by the short-nosed dragon with a snort and pressed under its butt, unable to move. It began to squeak. The short-nosed dragon lifted its butt. The Poison Tooth Dragon was not injured, but it stopped messing around. It even licked the short-nosed dragon's butt.
The students below could not help but laugh.
Fatir Dracath exhaled a smoke ring and said, "Dragons are very social creatures. They are also the biggest opportunists. Weak dragons will attach themselves to creatures that are stronger than them, but they will not submit to the other party.
When you are stronger than them, they will submit to you without hesitation. When you are weak, they will not hesitate to devour you. Therefore, if you want to become a top Dragon Tamer, you must understand their weaknesses. "
After a pause, Professor Dracus continued to introduce the other types of dragons. "It's an Australian egg-white eye, one of the most colorful fire dragons. It's extremely beautiful, but its saliva contains venom that carries dragon pox. It's a hidden and dangerous killer, but it's very small and weak."
Then, he pointed at a young dragon that shone like a glaze of red.
"Fireball Dragon, a very rare dragon species. China's Fireball Dragon has the hottest breath of all dragons. Legend has it that ancient Eastern alchemists used the breath of the Fireball Dragon to refine secret medicines. However, flying is its weakness. Under the cultivation of Eastern alchemists, its wings have deteriorated. "
After a pause, Dracath continued, "Since you mentioned the East, I might as well talk about some extracurricular courses.
In terms of dragon taming, Eastern alchemists have always been at the forefront of the world. Their way of dragon taming is fundamentally different from that of Europe. Eastern witchcraft emphasizes the taming of the 'heart' and the unity of man and nature. It is not a simple taming of the body.
As for what the 'heart' is, every Dragon Tamer has their own answer. If possible, I hope you can find your own answer this year. "
The students present were confused. It was obvious that Professor Dracath's words about Eastern witchcraft had confused all the students.
Huo Fa didn't quite understand either. Miranda, on the other hand, looked pensive. Finally, she asked Huo Fa.
"Aren't you half of that bloodline? Tell me, what is the heart? "
Hoffa could only smile wryly. He had not received traditional Eastern witchcraft education, and the original book had never described Eastern witchcraft. If Miranda asked him, how would he know?
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After Professor Dracath finished introducing all the dragons, the students below were a little restless, especially some of the boys. They could not resist the urge to interact with the young dragons.
As if seeing the boys' wishes, Fatir blew out a smoke ring and said, "These dragons have just hatched and are at their weakest. It is also the time when they need the most care. Each of you come over and choose a dragon that you like. Take care of it in the wild.
In the process, I will supervise and correct your behavior. Remember, when you choose the dragon, the dragon is also choosing you. It will see through your weakness and attack it … "
Before he finished, the students came forward and gathered around the table, whispering excitedly. Under the temptation of the young fire dragons, they did not even listen carefully to Fatir's lecture.
Hoffa was no exception. He was very curious about these creatures. He had been chased by these creatures in Helzburg before. If possible, he wanted to know more about them.
He looked around the table and walked to the short-nosed dragon. He felt that this lazy guy was a little cute, so he reached out and wanted to touch it.
However, the snoring Short-nosed Dragon looked as if it had seen a ghost. It suddenly opened its eyes and rolled on the ground. Not only did it avoid him, it also opened its mouth and spat out a small dragon breath at him. The air was filled with the faint smell of sulfur.
This … Hoffa was scalded and retracted his hand.
Hoffa turned to the side of another young Hungarian wasp and was about to reach out. The sleeping wasp felt something and opened its mouth to bite him. Hoffa quickly retracted his hand.
The Hungarian wasp missed its bite. It quickly retreated and hid behind the chubby short-nosed dragon, looking at him warily.
That's strange …
Hoffa had no choice but to turn to the side of the fireball dragon.
He thought that since both of them were of Eastern descent, this fireball would probably accept him.
But just as he walked to the side of the little fireball, the fireball immediately curled up and warily curled into a ball. Two puffs of white smoke came out of its nostrils, and its whole body emitted hot gas.
The fireball did not accept him.
He circled around the group of Dragon Whelps, but all the Dragon Whelps ran away as soon as they touched his hand. No matter big or small, none of them were willing to accept him.
Soon, all the fire dragons present were picked clean by the other students. Aglaia was holding a Welsh green dragon in her arms, and Miranda was holding a poison fang dragon, touching it with interest. The Hungarian wasp sat proudly on Sherlock's head, holding its head high.
The students present had all picked the dragon they liked.
Only Hoffa was empty-handed. He did not get anything.
Fatir did not care about Hoffa. He saw that most of the students had gotten a dragon, so he continued to speak.
"In the natural world, all fire dragons go through a period of play before they become predators. This period of time may seem casual, but it is the most important period of their life.
Compared to learning, playing will bring more unknown consequences, and dealing with these unknown consequences will develop the adaptability of a predator. Only creatures with the most outstanding performance in playing games can become top predators.
The infancy of a dragon is only about a year, and within a year, they will quickly mature and leave the care of their parents. I need all of you in this year … "
As he spoke, Fatil saw an arm raised high in the air.
He frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"
Hoffa said, "I didn't pick a dragon."
"What?"
Dracath frowned. The students who picked a dragon looked at Hoffa, puzzled.
"All the dragons rejected me," Hoffa said. "They don't seem to like me very much."
Low chuckles could be heard from the surroundings. Amidst the laughter, Sherlock teased, "Great hero, show some courage."
Her joke made the students clap and cheer, but Hoffa was annoyed. This guy … he was like a ghost. Did he really think that talking was funny?
He was unhappy, but he did not show it. He just looked at Dracath.
Fatir seemed to see the displeasure in the boy in front of him. He raised his hand to stop the students from cheering and asked Hoffa, "Have you raised other dragons?"
Hoffa looked up. "I haven't."
"Strange …" He walked to Hoffa and sniffed him. Then he looked carefully into Hoffa's eyes.
"You're the boy that night?"
"That's me."
Fatir nodded and shook his head. "If the dragon doesn't accept you, I can't teach you the rest of the lesson."
Hoffa licked his lips. "Why?"
"Dragon taming is the art of ruling. If the young dragon doesn't accept you, it means that you are not suitable for this path, or rather, you are not ready."
The surroundings were silent, and the sky was completely dark. Hoffa looked at the flickering eyes of the dragons around him. He was unhappy. He had swum for more than 50 kilometers, and this was the result he got.
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