When Fatir called out Norbert's name, Aglaia almost went crazy. Why was this guy even more unreliable than she was? How could he just call out his name like that? She had even planned to use a sneak attack to subdue this guy.
But it was too late now.
The man who whipped Hagrid turned around. At this moment, the fanatical expression on his face changed several times. Surprise, fear, viciousness, and finally, it became expressionless.
"Fatir Dracath."
Norbert lowered his head and whispered, "You're not dead yet."
"I wish I were dead now," Fatir said softly. "No one wants that moment more than I do."
"Bah." Norbert spat on the ground and smacked his lips. "Hypocrite. Who asked you to come here?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
Fatir pointed at the young dragon hanging in the air. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm doing something you don't even dare to think about, old friend."
Norbert said fanatically. The air froze as he arched his shoulders. He placed his wand behind his back with his right hand.
Aglaia's gaze shifted between the two of them. Her father seemed to know this man in front of her.
Fatir did not move. He asked, "Who are you serving now? Such a large territory and so many equipment. This burden is not something you can handle. "
"Yes, hehe."
Norbert chuckled sarcastically.
"Dragons have always been under your jurisdiction and control. Ordinary wizards like us have no right to touch them, don't you think so?"
After that, he waved his wand without hesitation. "Avatar Life Reaper!"
Aglaia almost screamed.
The bright green light was like a viper coming out of its hole, illuminating every corner of the cave. The pure will of death was like the Grim Reaper raising his scythe and slashing down.
In a flash, the curse had not even touched Fatir.
Norbert Hagrid was sent flying by an invisible fist and slammed into the wall.
The Death Curse swept past Fatir's side. Like a marionette, he was pulled by an invisible force and dodged the Grim Reaper's scythe.
At this moment, Aglaia's heart was stuck in his throat. She covered her mouth as her body trembled. This was the first time she had faced the Life Demanding Curse head-on, and the oppressive feeling of being able to kill her with a single touch made her extremely fearful.
Norbert Hagrid crawled out from the rubble. He swayed left and right as he sneered hoarsely.
"You're really lucky. You can still maintain such agility despite your old bones."
After he finished speaking, his muscles swelled, and his entire body grew fatter. He stomped on the ground and flew out. He slammed his head into Fatir's chest. Fatir took two steps back. When he opened his mouth, a trace of blood flowed out.
"What's with your power?!" Fatir asked in shock as she clutched her chest.
Norbert said, "You've studied dragons for so many years, but you know nothing about true power. How pathetic."
He spread his hands, and the muscles on his body began to swell.
"We've worked together for more than ten years. I've already absorbed all of your knowledge."
After he finished speaking, he bent down, and spikes grew out of his head like a half-dragon. He wanted to charge at Fatir again. But this time, he realized that he could not move no matter what. It was as if he had been hit by the Petrification Curse.
Fatir's skinny body struggled to get up from the ground. He wiped his lips and said, "Looks like you haven't fully absorbed my knowledge."
As he spoke, Norbert Hagrid seemed to be entangled by an invisible python. His entire body straightened, and his body twisted into a strange angle.
He looked down and saw a black shadow spiraling out from Fatir's feet and dancing around him.
"This is …!"
A sharp roar echoed in the cave hall.
"Shadow Dragon?"
"That's right. One of the rarest dragon species. It hides in the shadow and feeds on the energy of its host," Fatir said.
"You're really an expert dragon tamer. You even dare to carry such a thing with you. Aren't you afraid of being sucked dry?!"
Norbert clenched his teeth.
It was not until then that Aglaea realized that her father's shadow was dancing on the ground and dragging on for a long time. Fatir was clearly a human, but his shadow was in the shape of a dragon. She hadn't noticed this scene at all before.
"Cut the crap. Who do you serve?" Fatir pointed his wand at Norbert Hagrid's temple.
The shadow spiraled around Norbert Hagrid. Every time it spiraled, he felt like he was being coiled by a python. His body tightened, and his eyes bulged as he struggled.
"I don't serve anyone. I serve the world," Norbert whispered, the veins on his forehead popping.
Fatir took a few breaths and said, "You serve the world. You kill dragons and use the Unforgivable Curse. You call this serving the world? You've committed countless crimes! "
"This is … a necessary … method!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, "What are you waiting for? Do you want to watch me die?!"
Just as he finished speaking, the half-giant boy appeared out of nowhere. He was trembling as he swung a large wooden stick at Fatir.
Aglaia reacted. She did not wait for the stick to land on Fatir's head and waved her wand.
"Shackle him!"
Purple chains shot out from the wand and bound the half-giant boy tightly.
He fell to the ground without much resistance, and the wooden stick in his hand rolled far away.
"Trash, are you a mountain monster?"
Norbert, whose body was squeezed out of shape, shouted in despair.
"Why are you so useless …?"
"Enough. Tell me, who do you serve here? Tell me, and I can ask the Ministry of Magic for mercy on your behalf! "
"Can't you guess?"
Norbert stared at Fatir and roared, "It's all over. You nobles, big families, and upper-class people, your era is over."
Then, without waiting for Fatir to ask, he used all his strength and slammed his head into the stalactite in the cave. There was a big hole in his head, and he fainted on the spot.
The noise in the cave returned to silence. The black shadow on the ground slowly became thinner and shorter. It swam back to Fatir's feet and turned back into a normal human form.
Fatil looked at Norber, who had crashed into the wall. Her face was filled with confusion.
Aglaia slowly walked to Norbert's side.
"Dead … Dead?"
Fatir bent down and touched him with her finger.
"He's not dead. He fainted."
"This old lunatic … You know him?"
"Yes, we used to study dragons together. Many years ago. "
Fatir stared at Norbert's face. "But I never thought he would become like this."
"Is that so? I think you two are quite alike."
Aglaia said softly and strode to her fire dragon. She pointed her wand at it. "Disintegrate."
The young Fire Dragons that were hanging at the top of the cave were untied. Those young Fire Dragons had probably taken some unknown medicine, and now they were all unconscious.
Aglaia counted the young dragons and found her Welsh green dragon. She happily patted its head. Fortunately, she came in time. These dragons did not die from having their blood sucked out like the adult fire dragons outside.
After finding the missing fire dragon, Aglaia tried to find her missing classmates.
But after looking around the cave, she did not find any traces of other creatures. Her classmates were still missing.
Back at the control desk, Fatir was reading some parchments from Norbert Hagrid with a serious expression. As she flipped, she said, "Creature Fusion, as expected …"
"What is that?"
Aglaia asked.
Fatir put down the parchments. "The Ultimate Creature Project."
"What Ultimate Creature?"
"Ten years ago, we were in an organization studying dragons. This was our common hobby. We both believed that the Fire Dragon contained an endless amount of power that could be exploited to help wizards.
But in the Wizard World, there was a secret saying that there was a perfect dragon in the world. It had all the advantages of a dragon.
Super fast flying speed, unparalleled strength, the hottest dragon breath, the largest body, and the most beautiful appearance. At the same time, it had the ability to control all creatures and stood at the top of the food chain. "
"Control all creatures?"
Aglaia asked, "There's such a power?"
"I don't know."
Fatir shook her head. "No one has ever seen it. But I personally think it's just a fantasy, a creature that some immature young people dreamed up.
But Norbert believed in this rumor, or it could be said that this legend perfectly matched his worship of power.
He had always been obsessed with powerful creatures. He believed in Darwinism and the survival of the fittest. He did not believe that there were other rules in this world.
So he began to look for such ultimate creatures. After searching for many years, he found nothing.
I reminded him many times that there was no such thing as a perfect creature in the world. But he did not listen. He was too obsessed with his fantasy.
In the end, he decided that since there was no such creature in the world, he would create it himself. Eleven years ago, he stole a lot of my research materials on dragons and disappeared.
I looked for him for many years but could not find him. In the end, I had to give up.
In the end, I did not expect him to come here and not give up on his fantasy. "
After a pause, Fatir sighed. "How stupid."
Was it just a hallucination …
Aglaia looked at the cracked gray egg on the console and thought of the shocking experience during the summer vacation. A bad premonition rose in her heart.
Fatir picked up the dragon egg on the console and said softly, "This should be a test product. I have to send it to Saint-Mango and let your mother identify it."
Aglaia curiously took the dragon egg from Fatir's hand and tried to feel what it was.
Just as she took the egg, a cold voice came from behind her. "Put it down, you despicable beauty."
Aglaia turned around.
The half-giant boy who was bound by her got up. But at this moment, his eyes were flashing with different colors and his whole body was distorted.
In less than one second, Rubehagrid abruptly took out a broken stalactite, grabbed Aglaea's shoulder, and stabbed it into her heart heavily.
The two were too close and the opponent's movements were too fast. Aglaia did not have time to react.
In the moment of life and death, Fatir grabbed Aglaia's other shoulder and used her arm to open a gap. She used her body to block in front of the half-giant boy.
Splat!
Fatir felt like she was hit by a speeding train. Her whole body flew backward and crashed into the metal console.
The half-giant had completely changed. He no longer had the fearful look from before. He grabbed Fatir's neck with one hand and grabbed the stalactite with the other. His face was ruthless and cruel.
Fatir tried to use the Shadow Dragon but found that the opponent was like a rock, unshakable.
"The stability you seek is worthless."
Hagrid said softly and used more strength.
The stalactite moved in his abdomen and Fatir screamed.
Bang!!
Aglaia picked up a huge glass bottle on the table and smashed it on the half-giant's head.
The half-giant was smashed to the ground and struggled for a while.
Bang!!
Bang!!!
Bang!!!!
Aglaia's eyes were red as she smashed the bottle on the half-giant's head again and again. She did not stop until the half-giant's head was bleeding.
Fatir saw that his daughter was overwhelmed by fear and anger. He struggled to get up from the console and rushed forward to hold Aglaia down.
"Don't … Don't do this. Calm down. He's being controlled."
Aglaia struggled out of her fear and anger. She looked at her father carefully and felt like she was in an ice cellar.
The huge stalactite was stuck in Fatir's abdomen and pierced through him. The man in front of her held his abdomen as blood flowed out from between his fingers.
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