A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Both the Fireball Dragon and the Short-nosed Dragon flew into the sky, their flames poised to burst forth.

At the same time, Tree Peak Dragon also swooped down, found Aaron's landing spot, and chased after him.

"Gaius won't die, will he?" Karkaroff wanted to laugh, but seeing Adrian's calm expression, he couldn't bring himself to laugh.

"will not."

“Miss Klein, this is no joke,” Dumbledore said hastily. “If necessary, I suggest that the dragon trainers be organized immediately for a rescue.”

Adrian shrugged and placed Abe on the table. "You'll understand when you see it?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then turned to look at Abbey, who was munching on half a pineapple and waving his arms and cheering from time to time. His heart immediately settled down.

If Aaron really couldn't handle this situation, his pet would never have remained so calm.

“Now we just need to see how he performs,” Adrian said smugly. “We’ve waited so long for this moment, I don’t believe he can keep hiding any longer.”

Roar!

The three fire dragons seemed to have reached some kind of agreement, opening their mouths simultaneously the instant Aaron landed.

Their necks turned slightly red, and red and blue flames quickly surged to their throats.

"Holy crap!" Aaron noticed this and his expression changed drastically. He immediately looked up and shouted in the dragon language, "You'd better not push me too far. Dragons should leave room for maneuver, so we can meet again in the future!"

However, it was to no avail. The blue and red flames mixed together, forming a dazzling giant pillar of fire that roared down like a meteor with an aura of destruction.

Before the red and blue pillars of fire even touched the ground, the terrifying temperature turned the area into scorched earth, with sand and gravel sizzling and transforming into a sticky paste.

"Alas! Things really don't go as planned!" Aaron sighed resignedly. He did nothing, did not use any magic, and simply stood there to receive the baptism of flames.

Chapter 371 The Magic to Counter the Dragon: Everyone Standing Here is Trash

boom!

The fierce flames swept in all directions, and the enormous impact caused the entire enclosure to tremble slightly.

Fleur Delacour, who was battling the Welsh Green Dragon in Zone 2, saw Aaron engulfed in flames and nearly dropped her wand.

What happened? The connections are gone just like that?

She felt a mix of emotions, and even overlooked her opponent.

After all, in her opinion, if he hadn't been trying to distract the Swedish short-nosed dragon, he might not have died.

The hunting grounds fell silent instantly, all the spectators turning pale with shock at the power of the combined dragon flames.

As for Aaron and the others who were directly hit, they didn't dare to think about it anymore; no one could survive such terrifying flames.

“He cast an armor spell on himself,” Bagman’s voice trembled. “Perhaps that will save his life!”

"Stop deceiving yourself." Karkaroff, unusually, did not gloat and said in a deep voice, "How strong can the Ironclad Charm of a fourth-year wizard be? It can't possibly stop the combined dragonfire spewed by a three-headed dragon."

“Miss Klein…” Dumbledore hesitated, then stopped himself.

"Shh!" Adrian made a shushing gesture, then looked with interest at the center of the flames.

A figure stood motionless in place, as if the flames that engulfed him had no effect on him whatsoever.

“That’s impossible,” Barty Crouch murmured in astonishment. “Even an Iron Man would turn into molten iron by now.”

“I knew it,” Adrian said with a calm smile. “With his abilities, he could have easily dodged before the dragon flames fell, but he didn’t make any move, which means he had a way to defend himself.”

"Mr. Gaius is still alive! This is incredible!" Bagman shouted, and the audience looked towards the arena in disbelief, followed by a huge cheer.

"I knew he'd be alright!" Draco exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly. "Slytherin will prevail!"

Professor Snape slowly sat back down, casually putting the wand he had just drawn back into his pocket.

Hermione quietly wiped away her tears and continued watching the game as if nothing had happened.

"A dragon's lungs can breathe fire, its scales can melt fire, and its claws can envelop fire." Aaron, who was bathing in dragon flames, couldn't help but stretch.

The dragon flames didn't cause him any harm, but the enormous impact still caused him some trouble.

That is to say, his physical fitness was elevated to the peak of human ability; otherwise, he might not have been able to withstand it.

Aaron walked out of the flames, appearing unharmed in everyone's sight.

"How...how did you do that?" Furong asked in astonishment.

Instead of worrying about this, you should worry about the Welsh Green Dragon behind you!

"Eh?"

Before Furong could react, a dragon claw swept over and sent her flying several meters away.

However, the Iron Armor Spell on her body worked, preventing him from suffering any harm, though he did look a bit disheveled.

"Miss Delacour, could you please hurry up?"

"If I hadn't promised my sister I'd be the last to finish my event, I wouldn't be in this miserable state now."

Just as Furong was about to speak, she saw the Swedish short-nosed dragon open its blood-red maw and pounce on Aaron.

"Be careful."

Aaron shrugged, clenched his right fist, and swung it forcefully the moment the short-nosed dragon bit him.

"The Iron Fist of the Fire Dragon".

boom!

With a muffled thud, the short-nosed dragon's face twisted to the right, uncontrollably emitting a painful hiss.

A right hook made him doubt Long Sheng. The punch felt incredibly heavy, almost exactly like the punch of a fellow human, and definitely not something a human could throw.

Aaron unconsciously clenched his fist and then stretched out his fingers.

This was his first time using dragon-slaying magic to fight a dragon, and it felt... pretty good.

Although revealing the Dragon Slayer Magic was a last resort, what could they do when these three fire dragons wouldn't listen to reason?

Roar!

The Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon and the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon roared simultaneously, spewing dragonfire downwards.

Aaron took a deep breath, flames spilling from the corner of his mouth, and a red magic circle with a dragon pattern flashed and disappeared in front of him.

"The Roar of the Fire Dragon".

Crimson flames erupted from his mouth, colliding with two dragon flames in mid-air. The crimson shockwaves painted the sky above the arena a deep crimson.

This round of combat seemed evenly matched, but Aaron knew that a wide-range roar had consumed more than 10% of his magic power, meaning that if things continued like this, he would soon be a sitting duck.

The audience was stunned, and many of them were speechless with disbelief.

This isn't a fire spell; it's incredible that a fourth-year wizard has mastered a magic spell that can rival dragon breath.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Adrian smiled and clapped. "The significance of the first project has been achieved. It's a very peculiar magic that even Uncle Genes probably doesn't know about."

"What kind of magic is this?" Dumbledore asked curiously. He had never heard of anyone spewing flames more terrifying than dragonfire without a wand.

“How would I know? But I guess it’s magic specifically used to fight dragons,” Adrian said thoughtfully. “It seems he learned it during his travels, keeping it a secret even from me, his older sister.”

"Travel?" Karkaroff asked tentatively. "What kind of travel?"

"No comment."

Karkaroff gave an awkward laugh and didn't ask any more questions.

"Dracul, stop staring!"

"This magic consumes a lot of mana, I can't last much longer. You'd better get the golden egg before I can't hold on any longer," Aaron said bluntly. "Let me make this clear beforehand, I'll get my golden egg before my mana runs out, then you're on your own."

"Understood." Fleur looked at the Welsh green dragon that was ignoring her with disdain, and unconsciously tightened her grip on her wand.

Although she appeared strong on the surface, she wasn't very confident in her own mind.

Veela's bloodline endowed her with a certain charm, but the prerequisite for using this magic is to be undisturbed. However, the arena is now comparable to a battlefield, making it extremely difficult to achieve this condition.

“I need a quiet environment,” Hibiscus said abruptly.

"Then you can just cast a silence spell. Don't tell me you don't even know this spell?"

"What I mean is, don't let the other dragons bother me, understand?"

“Hey, hey, hey!

Watch your tone; you're the one begging me now.

Furong's expression changed slightly, and she said through gritted teeth, "I'm begging you."

"That's pretty much it."

Aaron said nonchalantly, then drew the three-headed dragon's attention away from area two as much as possible.

However, he lured away both the Chinese Fireball Dragon and the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon, but the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon was still hesitating between him and the Furong.

Seeing this, Aaron decisively raised a middle finger and made a muffled sound.

A simple syllable enraged the three-headed dragon—no, to be precise, the four-headed dragon—and even the Welsh Green Dragon was provoked, roaring as it charged toward Aaron. However, it was stopped halfway to the edge of Zone Two by a pale blue barrier that blocked it.

"What did you do?" Fleur asked angrily. She was about to cast a silence spell when the Welsh green dragon went berserk, scaring her into not daring to move.

"I didn't do anything." Aaron conjured a sword and shield while dodging the attacks of the three adult fire dragons. "I just said in dragon language that everyone standing here is trash."

Fortunately, the Australian melanoma is positioned horizontally, otherwise I estimate I would have had one more enemy.

Hibiscus: ......

"It's crazy."

"Heh!" Aaron scoffed dismissively. "If I were you, I would have taken that dragon egg while I was still here."

Furong paused for a moment, then looked at the Welsh green dragon who was rushing back to guard the dragon egg, and a few clear black lines appeared on her face.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Fleur waved her wand and cast a sound-blocking spell near the Welsh green dragon, then used hypnotic magic with the fastest speed she had ever used.

Compared to her, Aaron's situation was much more exciting.

The three-headed adult fire dragon seemed to realize that the dragon flames were not very effective against him, so it simply attacked with its powerful body.