The weather was getting colder. Aglaia and her father, who were chasing after the missing Fire Dragon and the students, had left the area of the Hogwarts. They had even left the mountains in the south of Scotland and arrived near the Hesperian Islands.
It was already dusk.
On the mountain road, Fatir was wearing a gray sorcerer's robe. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a wand in his hand. He tapped the air rhythmically. Every time he tapped, a green stardust would fall from the sky and fall into his palm.
Here, the winding rocks and rocky mountains were scattered on the ground like the bones of a dragon. The stream made a tinkling sound as it flowed. There was no one around, and it was eerily quiet.
On the frosty ground, Aglaia exhaled a puff of white smoke. She looked at the man who was fiddling around with an impatient look.
"Still haven't found him? How long has it been?"
"We'll find him soon. I can feel that he's nearby."
Fatir said softly.
"Are you serious? Nearby and then nearby, then nearby and then nearby again. Please, I don't want to spend Christmas with you in the wild. "
"Patience is essential."
Fatir squinted at the magic light in his hand. "This opponent is not as simple as you think."
As he spoke, the light formed a small arrow and pointed in another direction. He rubbed his palms and scattered the light. He then walked in the direction of the light.
Aglaia rubbed her brows helplessly. She sighed and chased after him.
Ever since the students went missing a week ago, they had not encountered any strange situations.
To Aglaia, the man she saw that night was purely an illusion. She could not even remember what he looked like. Her father, on the other hand, had returned to his taciturn manner and did not have any unnecessary interactions with her.
When the two walked to a stream, Fatir stopped again. He smoked and waved his wand in the air. When he finished smoking, he spat the cigarette butt on the ground.
Aglaia crossed her arms and leaned against a tree. She looked on coldly. She felt that this man was like a third-world hooligan. He was not particular about what he did. She did not even know how her mother fell in love with such a person.
She decided to voice her doubts.
"Hey," she called out.
"What?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"You haven't been home for many years. Where have you been?"
"Busy," Fatir answered without raising her head.
"What are you busy with?" the girl asked calmly.
"There are more important things to do," Fatir replied plainly.
"What important thing?"
"It's not something you can participate in."
Fatir did not want to continue talking.
"Ha." Aglaia gave a short laugh. "Mother has thrown away all your photos."
"Oh."
Fatir frowned. "Finding dragons and students is not an easy task. You have to be more careful."
Aglaia turned around and took two steps. Then, he kicked away a stone that was blocking his way. The stone fell into the stream beside him and made a splashing sound.
Fatir raised his hand. "Shh."
Unexpectedly, this action deepened the girl's disgust. She kicked a stone on the ground even harder.
But the stone floated in the air before it fell into the stream.
Fatir used a levitation spell to stop the stone from falling. He glared at Aglaia sternly.
"Shh!"
The faint sound of wading water came from afar and into Aglaia's ears. She was stunned and looked around nervously. "You found him?"
Fatir did not say anything. He pulled her arm and pointed his wand. The two were shrouded in a phantom spell and disappeared into thin air.
.....
Not long after they disappeared, a tall figure appeared by the stream. He held a cloth bag in his hand and carefully looked around. He was getting closer and closer.
Under the setting sun of early winter, Aglaia saw the person's face clearly. It was a boy wearing a linen robe. He was unusually tall, but his face was young and tender.
She was shocked.
She remembered when she went to sell medicine with Hoffa during the summer vacation. Because she got lost, she mistakenly entered a village and saw this strange guy.
She thought that she had a fierce argument with Hoffa about whether to help him.
But they were in Wales at that time. But now he was in Scotland. What was this person doing?
The big guy dragged the cloth bag to the river and took out a bunch of bottles from his chest. He opened them and scattered them on the river.
Not long after, a faint spicy smell wafted into Aglaia's nostrils. She saw that the place where the powder was scattered on the ground had colorful fungus plants. It was very beautiful.
The fungus plants grew quickly under the stimulation of the drug. After the plants grew quickly, he tore them off and stuffed them into the bag he was holding.
After the bag was stuffed to the brim, he muttered, "This should be enough."
After that, he threw the bag over his shoulder and quickly disappeared near the stream.
Looking at Hagrid's back, the two dispelled the phantom spell.
Aglaia asked Fatir, "Do you know him?"
"No." Fatir's tone was solemn.
"I've seen him before. Near Heltzburg."
"The fairy town that was destroyed by the fire dragon?"
"That's right."
Fatir walked to the stream and stared at the few fungi on the ground that were not plucked. "You should be proficient in potions. Tell me, what are these plants used for?"
Aglaia walked along the stream and carefully observed the broken areas where the fungi were plucked. As she observed, she identified the species. "Nightmare Cigar, Blood Tooth Fungus, Amanita Muscaria, Pufferfish Fungus, Ant Street Lamp …"
After counting all the fungi, Aglaia was shocked. "Ingredients for strong anesthetics. It's used to anesthetize large creatures. What is that guy doing with these drugs …? "
As soon as she finished speaking, Fatir quickly chased after her.
Aglaia followed behind him but was pushed away.
"Wait for me here. I'll be back soon."
Aglaia sneered. "In normal stories, if you say that, one of us will die."
"I'm not joking. Let me see what's going on first. I'll let you know if I need your help. "
"Why didn't you say that when you asked me to identify the potions?"
"The situation is unknown. Don't follow me. If you follow me rashly, what if something happens … "
"You can't explain it to my mother?"
Aglaia mocked.
"Weren't you quite confident before?"
Fatir's face darkened. He did not want to say anything more.
Aglaia glanced at her father happily. She thought that this guy was good at pretending to be a master in school. Now that he's here, he'll still be defeated …
The winter sun quickly set. Hagrid, who was walking on the mountain path in front, raised his torch. Aglaia and Fatir walked with a rustling sound behind him. Then, Hagrid turned left and went down the steep hill. Then, they unexpectedly found a valley.
Hagrid did not know that someone was following him. He climbed up the hill and walked on the small path. His speed increased.
Aglaia and Fatir also sped up. The bushes and hedges on both sides were taller and denser than the ones they had just passed.
The dirt road was crooked, bumpy, and full of rocks. Like the small path just now, it went down steeply. It seemed to lead to a small patch of dark forest. Sure enough, after walking for a short distance, the dirt road connected to a dry, short forest.
Then, they found a few rows of huge footprints on the dirt road. Each of them was bigger than an adult lying down.
Looking at the footprints, Fatir said in a serious voice, "It's a dragon. The footprints of an adult dragon."
Aglaia's heart skipped a beat. She immediately thought of the scene where she was kidnapped by a fire dragon during her summer vacation. Then, she thought of the destruction of Heiltsburg. That was a tragedy that killed half of the fairies.
Thinking about it, the two came to the middle of the mountain. Hagrid disappeared here. They only saw a hole the size of a person.
The hole was surrounded by moss and dense nettles. The tall nettles reached all the way to the hole.
The two looked at each other. Fatir took out her wand and tapped Aglaia's arm. "Dessler Falcon Munt."
They entered the illusion state again and walked into the hole through the nettles.
After entering the hole, there were piles of rafters everywhere. Those thick ribbons were covered with thick stains of old age. The further they went, the wider the hole became. Finally, they came to a huge natural cave. The cave was almost 100 meters high, and there were all kinds of sharp stalactites hanging from the ceiling.
While they were walking, an unusual stench came at their face. Aglaea hurried to cover her nostrils. Looking carefully, she saw a huge fire dragon's head on the ground. She was shocked and quickly took a step back.
The fire dragon's head was unusually large. There were sharp black spikes on it. It looked quite ferocious. It was an adult Hesperian Black Dragon.
But the two stood there for a long time. The fire dragon did not attack, stay alert, or even move. It just fell to the ground.
Taking a closer look, the huge Hesperian Black Dragon was already dead. Its body was cold, and its eyes were unfocused. There were some dried blood stains between the scales. The rotten smell came from its body.
Aglaia relaxed a little. She wiped the cold sweat on her forehead.
Fatir murmured in disbelief. "Who did this?"
Aglaia did not know. She slowly walked around the huge dragon's body. This black dragon was the strong one she saw in Helzburg.
Walking forward, she saw another fire dragon on the ground. This one had short wings and was dark red all over. It was not clear whether it was the color of dried blood or the original color of its scales.
Aglaia recognized it the moment she saw it. This thing and Hoffa had fought in Helzburg.
But now, just like the Hesperian Black Dragon, this fireball was lying on the ground. Its body was cold and lifeless. A few months ago, it could still emit scorching heat like the sun.
This scene made Aglaia's heart twitch. The death of a fire dragon was definitely not a normal phenomenon.
"I had someone send this dragon over from the East."
Fatir squatted down and poked the fire dragon's stiff eyes with her wand. She whispered. "It has been dead for more than two months. The cause of death is excessive blood loss."
"You sent it here?"
Aglaia repeated.
"Yes, I used medicine and a group of Eastern Sorcerers to exchange for this female fireball. Initially, I wanted to send it to Gringotts for breeding purposes. However, it was kidnapped midway. Who knew that it would die here."
He stroked the fire dragon's body and murmured.
"Did you destroy Helzburg?"
Aglaia immediately became alert.
"What are you thinking? Everything I do is for the stability of the wizard world. What good does it do to me to kill a fairy? "
Fatir stood up and continued to walk forward.
"Who did it?"
Aglaia immediately asked.
Fatir remained silent.
Aglaia continued to ask in a low voice. "You know, don't you? Don't you know dragons very well?"
Fatir pressed Aglaia against the wall and whispered. "Why are you so curious!?"
Aglaia was shocked by Fatir's sudden action. Her careless words seemed to have touched her father's sensitive nerve.
Fatir took two deep breaths and calmed down. He raised his finger in front of Aglaia.
"Stop your meaningless exploration of the unknown. You will die!"
After that, he let go of Aglaia's shoulder and continued to examine the dragon's body.
Aglaia rubbed her shoulder and reluctantly shut her mouth.
This huge cave was like a dragon graveyard. There were dead fire dragons everywhere. They were all adult dragons, Welsh Green Dragons, Short-Nosed Dragons, Egg White Eyes … The further they went, the more dried blood there was on the ground.
At this time, a few deep roars came from afar. Aglaia's face brightened. She heard the roar of her Welsh Green Dragon.
"Elizabeth."
She turned the corner of the cave and saw a row of fire dragons of various colors hanging in mid-air. They were the missing young dragons. They were all chained up by thick steel chains and hung at the top of the cave. They looked dispirited and were whimpering in a low voice.
There were all kinds of tubes on their bodies. The tubes were red, and red blood flowed in them. The blood flowed out from the dragons' necks and finally gathered on a huge metal console.
A half-bald man stood beside the console and waved his wand at a gray dragon egg that was more than a foot long.
When she saw the man, Aglaia clenched her fists. It was this guy, Norbert Hagrid. She had met him once during the summer vacation.
At this moment, Norber was completely different from how he was during the summer vacation. Although his appearance hadn't changed much, white foam was dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were dark and bloodshot, making him look exceptionally ferocious.
As he waved his wand, he roared, "Idiot, have you collected the herbs?"
Aglaia was shocked, thinking that she had been discovered.
However, she soon realized that Norbert had not discovered her. He was scolding her son.
The half-giant boy hurriedly took out the potion from the bag.
"Coming, coming. I've collected them. "
"Hurry up!"
Norbert Hagrid did not know that someone had snuck into the cave. He was still angry. "Don't make me wait too long. If the fusion fails, I'll throw you into the crucible!"
Hagrid took out a medicine bottle in horror. He put the fungus in it and hurriedly smashed it.
After scolding, he stood in front of the console and shook a test tube filled with red liquid while muttering. As he muttered, the reagent kept changing color.
Norbert Hagrid looked at the changing color of the reagent with a fanatical look. "Soon … Soon … I'm close enough to the gods."
However, at this moment, there was a crisp sound.
It sounded like something had been broken.
Aglaia looked back and saw the half-giant boy fumbling around on the ground. It turned out that he had accidentally broken the medicine bottle, and the collected herbs were scattered all over the ground.
Norbert Hagrid's eyes quickly turned red, and he grimaced. The expression on his face changed from cold to crazy again.
"Bastard!"
His beard trembled as he screamed, and his wand turned into a purple whip. He held the whip and rushed over.
"You …!"
Without hesitation, he whipped Hagrid's body and screamed, "You pig! Idiot! You're a machine that makes feces! "
Hagrid was beaten until he covered his head and rolled around on the ground. However, Norbert's eyes were red, and he did not have any pity. He was like a crazy beast.
"You can't even do such a small thing. Who raised you?"
"Where did the food and drinks come from?"
"Trash, idiot!"
The air was filled with an unstable negative energy. The energy stretched the shadows of all the items in the cave and made them sway on the wall.
Aglaia, who was hiding at the side, covered her mouth. The negative energy almost made her sick. When she first met this guy in Wales, she thought he was an unlucky wizard who was wronged by the Muggles. She did not expect this guy to be such a devil.
The half-giant boy cried and rolled on the ground in pain. The more Norbert beat him, the angrier he became. He seemed to find great joy in beating his own child.
A nameless anger burned in Aglaia's belly. She felt very, very unhappy. She planned to launch a sneak attack on this guy and subdue him first.
But at this time, Fatir also came out from behind her. When he saw the scene in front of him, his body swayed a little. He whispered in disbelief, "That's right.
"Norbert?!"
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