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, and 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 unusual 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 replied without looking up.
"Busy with what?" The girl asked calmly.
"There are more important things to do," Fatir replied flatly.
"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 of them were shrouded by the Illusory Spell and disappeared into thin air.
.....
Not long after they disappeared, a tall figure appeared along the stream. He held a cloth bag in his hand and carefully looked around. He was getting closer and closer.
With the help of the setting sun in the early winter, Aglaia saw the other person's face clearly. It was a boy, wearing a linen robe. His body was unusually tall, but his face was young and somewhat immature.
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.
At that time, she thought that she had a fierce argument with Hoffa about whether to help him.
But at that time, they were in Wales. 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 and jars from his chest. He opened them and scattered them on the river.
Not long after, a faint spicy smell drifted 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 had finished growing, he pulled 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 of them dispelled the Illusory Spell.
Aglaia asked Fatir, "Do you know him?"
"No." Fatir's tone was serious.
"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 Magic Medicine. 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, 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 he pushed her 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 help. "
"Why didn't you say that when you asked me to identify the Magic Medicine?"
"The situation is unknown, don't follow me anymore. If you follow me rashly, if something happens … "
"You can't explain it to my mother?"
Aglaia sneered.
"Weren't you quite confident before?"
Fatir's face darkened, and she did not want to say anything more.
Aglaia glanced at her father happily, thinking that this guy was good at pretending to be a master in school, but when it came to her, he was still defeated …
The winter sun quickly set, and Hagrid, who was walking on the mountain road in front, raised his torch. Aglaia and Fatir followed behind him, making rustling sounds. Then, Hagrid turned left and went down the steep hill. Then, they unexpectedly found a valley.
Hagrid did not seem to know that someone was following him. He climbed up the hill, walked on the path, and sped up.
Aglaia and Fatir also sped up to follow. The shrubs 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 path just now, it went down steeply, as if it led to a small patch of dark forest below. 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 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, and she immediately thought of the scene where she was kidnapped by a fire dragon during summer vacation. Then, she thought of the destruction of Heiltsburg, which caused the death of half of the fairies.
Thinking about it, the two came to the middle of the mountain, where Hagrid disappeared, and they only saw a hole the size of a person.
The hole was surrounded by moss, and there were dense nettles growing all the way to the hole.
The two looked at each other, and Fatir took out her wand and knocked on 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. The rafters were thick, and they were covered with thick stains of old age. The further they went, the more spacious the hole became. Finally, they came to a huge natural karst cave, which was almost 100 meters high, and there were all kinds of sharp stalactites hanging upside down.
As they walked, a rotten smell hit them in the face, and Aglaia quickly covered her nose. 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, and 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, and the fire dragon did not attack, stay alert, or even move. It just fell to the ground.
Taking a closer look, this huge Hesperian Black Dragon was already dead. Its body was cold, and its pupils were dilated. There were some dried blood stains on its scales, and the rotten smell came from its body.
Aglaia relaxed a little, and she wiped the cold sweat on her head.
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 its whole body was dark red. 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 fell to the ground, 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, poked the fire dragon's stiff eyes with her wand, and said softly, "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 vigilant.
"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 startled 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 saying that, he let go of Aglaia's shoulder and continued to examine the dragon's body.
Aglaia rubbed her shoulder and reluctantly shut up.
This huge cave was like a giant 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 low roars came from afar. Aglaia's face brightened. She heard the cry of her Welsh green dragon.
"Elizabeth."
She turned around the corner of the cave and saw a row of fire dragons of various colors hanging in the air. They were the missing young dragons. They were all chained up by thick steel chains and hung on the ceiling of the cave. They looked dispirited and weak, whimpering in a low voice.
Various tubes were inserted into 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 a huge metal console, waving his wand at a gray dragon egg that was more than a foot long.
Looking at the man again, Aglaia clenched her fists. It was this guy, Norb 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.
But she soon realized that he had not discovered her. He was scolding her son.
The half-giant boy hurriedly took out the potion from the bag.
"Coming, coming. I have collected them. "
"Hurry up!"
Norb 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 will throw you into the crucible!"
"Yes … yes …" 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.
Norb Hagrid looked at the changing color of the reagent with a fanatical look in his eyes. "Soon … Soon … I am close enough to the gods."
But at this moment, there was a crisp sound from the side.
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.
Norb Hagrid trembled. His eyes quickly turned red, and he bared his teeth. The expression on his face turned from cold to crazy again.
"Bastard!"
He screamed as his beard trembled. His wand turned into a purple whip, and he rushed over with the whip.
"You …!"
Without hesitation, he whipped Hagrid's body and screamed, "You pig! Idiot! A machine that makes feces! "
Hagrid was beaten until he covered his head and rolled around on the ground. But Norb's eyes were red, and there was no pity at all. He was like a crazy beast.
"You can't even do such a small thing well. Who raised you?"
"Where did the food and drink 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 had been wronged by the Muggles. She did not expect this guy to be such a devil.
The half-giant boy howled and rolled on the ground in pain. Norb got angrier and angrier as he beat him. He seemed to find great joy in beating his own child.
A nameless anger ignited 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 came out from behind her. Seeing the scene in front of him, his body shook and he whispered in disbelief.
"Norb!?"
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