One week ago.
It was snowing heavily in the Scottish wilderness. Aglaia held her wand in one hand, and supported Fatir with the other, as they trudged through the snow.
At this moment, both of them were in a terrible state. Aglaia's fingers were blue from the cold, and her face was pale. Her robe was tattered, her hair was covered in snow, and there were two holes in her ears from the cold.
Fatir, on the other hand, had bandages wrapped around her abdomen. She was stumbling, as if she was half dead.
In front of them, there was a dilapidated wooden house. It was probably a building left behind by a hunter after hunting in the summer.
At this moment, it had been half a month since Fatir was attacked. Half a month ago, in the cave, the half-giant Hagrid had stabbed Fatir through. Aglaia was proficient in potions. She had found some herbs in the cave, and roughly made a potion to keep her father alive.
She hoped that she could bring Fatir back to the Hogwarts as soon as possible. However, her injuries were too severe, and in addition to the sudden heavy snow, she could only walk and stop. She walked and collected herbs, trying to heal Fatir's worsening injuries.
Standing in front of the abandoned hunter's house, she put Fatir down, and kicked open the wooden door. There was nothing in the abandoned house, only some firewood.
"Damn it!"
Aglaia cursed, and touched Fatir's neck.
His pulse was thin.
She untied the luggage bag on her back. There were only a few things in the luggage, a gray dragon egg, and a few bottles of medicine. The dragon egg was seized from the cave, and Aglaia was not interested in it.
She took the medicine bottle, and slowly removed the bandages on Fatir's abdomen. The wound caused by the half-giant was still hideous, and the flesh was a mess, and the organs were squirming.
An invisible force pulled Fatir up like a puppet and put him in a pose.
As Aglaia applied the medicine, he saw a black shadow wriggling on the ground. Every time it wriggled, Fatir would change his posture, as if a spirit was hugging him.
After applying the medicine, Aglaia looked at the medicine bottle. There wasn't much medicine left.
However, they were still about a week away from the Hogwarts. She had to find some backup drugs to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, Fatil might not be able to survive this short week.
She tidied up the gauze and stood up to look at the snowy forest outside the house.
She had to collect enough medicine in a short period of time, or else Fatir would most likely die in this desolate forest.
After making up her mind, she added a handful of dry wood to the fire. Walking out of the small wooden house, they re-entered the snowy forest.
Looking for medicine alone in the snowy northern part of Scotland, even for a sorcerer, this mission was unbelievably difficult.
She kept digging through the snow, trying to find the herbs buried under the snow, but all she got was disappointment. She couldn't cook without rice, and without herbs, she couldn't make the potions appear out of thin air.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the snow in the distance. She turned her head and immediately straightened her body.
A two-meter-tall shadow slowly appeared from the snow. It had brown scales, almond-yellow eyes, and spikes all over its body.
It was the Hungarian Tree Wasp that they had rescued. However, compared to half a month ago, this Hungarian Tree Wasp was bigger.
After the Tree Wasp appeared, the other Fire Dragons that were rescued also slowly appeared from the snow. There were Egg-White Eyes, Venomous Fanged Dragons … Among them, a fat Swedish Short-Nosed Dragon held a still twitching elk in its mouth.
The elk's lower abdomen was bitten through, and blood dripped onto the snow like enchanting plum blossoms.
The dragons had returned from their hunt. Aglaia was both happy and vigilant. She was happy that she could fill her stomach. She was vigilant because the dragons would not obediently hand the elk over to her.
As expected, the Swedish Short-Nosed Dragon threw the elk on the snow and swayed around, sizing up Aglaia.
The leader of the Hungarian Tree Wasp looked at Aglaia and tried to spit out a ball of fire. Its almond-yellow eyes were filled with provocation.
Although she was tired, cold, and hungry, Aglaia held her head high in front of the dragons. Her expression was extremely solemn. Her gaze didn't flinch at all.
She knew that if she slacked off, the dragons would tear her apart without hesitation and then choose a new leader.
The girl and the dragons stared at each other for about half a minute, and most of the smaller Fire Dragons lowered their heads.
Only a few of the larger Fire Dragons had a stronger aura and would not easily give up the opportunity to challenge the leader's position.
After staring for a long time, the Wasp stuck its head out.
"Roar!!"
It roared.
It seemed to want to take further action.
Aglaia immediately raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A stealthy Welsh Green Dragon emerged from the snow and rammed into the Hungarian Tree Wasp.
The Wasp was in pain and wanted to get angry.
Aglaia reprimanded sternly, "Enough."
The two words were heavy. The Wasp that challenged Aglaia's position as the leader of the dragons quieted down. The Swedish Short-Nosed Dragon behind it hummed and stepped forward, pushing the elk in front of Aglaia.
Aglaia secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This action meant that the dragons still recognized her as the leader. In the dragon society, only the leader had the ability to distribute food.
She pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the elk's neck.
"I'm sorry."
She pressed her head against the elk's head and whispered.
The dagger stabbed into the elk's neck and cut off its spine. The elk whimpered, its eyes lost focus and relaxed.
Aglaia spat out a mouthful of white smoke and endured the discomfort with a cold face. She cut off a piece of meat from the elk's hind leg. This action even caused her to hallucinate, but she had no other choice.
After cutting off the meat, she put the dagger back on her waist.
The Hungarian Tree Wasp immediately stuck to her. Aglaia nodded, touched its spiky head, and stepped aside. The Wasp circled around the elk and bit off one of its legs.
This action was like the sound of the dinner bell, and the dragons all pounced. Looking at the dragons fighting for food, none of them cared about her. Aglaea heaved an imperceptible sigh.
"Damn it … This job is not for humans."
Aglaia muttered to herself as she leaned against the tree trunk. When she was with the Fire Dragon, she had to maintain absolute confidence at all times, and maintain the position of an absolute leader.
If the dragons saw her dejected look, she was afraid that she would be devoured in minutes. Even the Green Dragon that was closest to him was still a Green Dragon in essence.
There was no warmth in the social rules of dragons, only rule and be ruled.
After resting for a while, she carried the deer meat and put it on a wooden stick. She found a corner far away from the dragons and planned to make a fire. She wanted to eat something before going on the road to find medicine.
She did not want to go on the road with the dragons, it was too tiring.
Her arrogance so far was all an act. Even if it was the Green Dragon that was the most familiar with her, she could not show any signs of weakness.
She was like a down and out merchant going to the bank for a loan. No matter how poor she was, she had to dress up beautifully. That kind of glamour was sad just thinking about it.
The deer meat was slowly cooked, and a trace of meat fragrance gradually spread in the forest. Aglaia held the dagger and was about to cut a piece of deer meat to eat.
"Hey."
A shout came from behind her.
She turned her head vigilantly and saw a man holding a bow slowly walking out of the forest. The man had tangled hair, a face that was green and red from the cold, wearing dirty leather gloves and a moleskin hat, and a magic wand at his waist. He was a hunter.
"Hey, where did you get the meat?"
The hunter looked at Aglaia and asked.
Seeing someone coming, Aglaia immediately stood up and pulled out her magic wand vigilantly. This was the first time she saw a wizard other than Fatir.
She had no choice but to be more careful in this desolate wilderness.
The hunter held the bow and walked step by step to Aglaia's side, looking her up and down.
"This is deer meat, I just lost a deer."
The hunter said.
Lost a deer, Aglaia thought. Could it be that her dragon was stolen from him? She turned her head slightly and looked behind her. The fire dragons that were fighting for food were very blurry in the snow.
"I don't know."
Aglaia lied and said coldly, "I prepared this from home."
"You're such a big girl, why are you here?"
The hunter looked at Aglaia quietly.
"Are you lost?"
"Picnic."
Aglaia said half-truthfully, "With my friends."
"Where are your friends?"
"Somewhere else, what does it have to do with you?"
"Can I have some with you?"
The hunter pointed at the deer meat and asked, "I've been walking for half a day, I'm hungry now."
Aglaia did not answer. She raised her magic wand, her meaning was very clear. But the hunter did not leave. He took the initiative to put away his bow and did not pull out his magic wand. Instead, he asked calmly:
"Do you need anything? I can trade with you."
"Do you have any medicine, white meat?"
Aglaia almost blurted out.
"If you do, you can sell some to me, I'll give you a good price."
The hunter nodded, took out a knife, stuck it into the deer meat, cut off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Of course, but it's in the camp. If you want it, you have to come with me."
"Lead the way." Aglaia raised her magic wand.
"Can you not point your wand at me, I'm not a bad person."
The hunter said, "I'm James, what's your name?"
Aglaia did not answer.
The hunter smiled.
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