The King of Flags at Hogwarts

A fire dragon swimming in the Amazon River? That's just too far-fetched.

Therefore, the most likely habitat of the Venomous Fang Dragon is the mountainous area on the edge of the plateau where she now stands.

This landscape, with its cliffs everywhere, was exactly the place she remembered the fire dragon nesting in.

The entire area has been subjected to a large-scale Muggle expulsion spell by the Ministries of Magic of Peru, Brazil, and Colombia, so there is no need to worry about Muggles appearing here.

Poppy was incredibly lucky; there was a dragon's nest directly below where she was standing, though she was unaware of it at the time.

She was standing on the edge of the cliff when she heard a "whoosh, whoosh" sound. At first, she thought it was the wind, but the next second, a huge creature leaped straight up from below.

The fleeting giant shadow brought with it a gust of wind that stung Bobby's face. The smell was indescribable: body odor, night soil, and herring soup.

But now was not the time to dwell on the taste. Bobby quickly looked up and saw a pair of huge, bat-like fleshy wings flapping. The thing was backlit and couldn't be seen clearly.

Even though he couldn't see it clearly, Bobby was already quite certain that it was a Peruvian venomous fanged dragon.

The Venomous Fang Dragon hovered in the air for less than a second before swooping down on Poppy at an incredible speed, like a falcon swooping down on a rabbit.

Poppy wasn't afraid at all. With a blink, she escaped the Poison Fang Dragon's attack range. Don't be fooled by how easily Poppy dodged; that one move could have killed 95% of wizards on the spot.

The Venomous Fang Dragon missed its target, rolled on the ground, kicking up large chunks of sand and gravel. After a slight adjustment, it landed on all fours and roared at Poppy.

The roar of the venomous dragon is deafening; without a strong mentality, one might actually be scared out of their wits, vying with Xiahou Jie for the title of the most timid person in history.

Only then did Poppy get a clear look at the appearance of the Venomous Fang Dragon.

The Venomous Fang Dragon is entirely brass-colored, and when its bat wings are folded, it looks quite like a feline, which is the secret to its agility.

The book describes the Venomous Fang Dragon as being 15 feet long, but it actually looked smaller than imagined because its tail was quite long, almost half the length of its body.

So the venomous fanged dragon in front of us is actually only a little over two meters long; even Yao Ming lying down would be longer than it.

Its horns pointed backward, connecting to thorns that grew from its neck to its tail. These thorns stood upright, much like a cat with its fur standing on end.

So, the Venomous Fang Dragon is just a big cat?

Oh, not only do they look alike, but they also move like that. After roaring, the venomous dragon with its bat wings folded back pounced on Poppy again. Poppy dodged, and then it turned around sharply, its long tail slashing down.

Doesn't this movement pattern resemble that of a big cat? Isn't that exactly how it's described in the story of Wu Song fighting the tiger? The tiger's methods are nothing more than a roar, a pounce, and a slash...

However, the "big cat" in front of us can fly.

The tail sweep missed again, and the Venomous Fang Dragon took advantage of the moment to leap into the air, drawing a graceful arc as it prepared for its second attack.

Bobby isn't the type to just take a beating without fighting back.

But before that, she still wanted to test her incredible affinity for magical creatures.

"Mr. Venomous Fang Dragon, hello there? Don't be nervous, I mean you no harm, can you relax a bit?"

Poppy's goodwill startled the venomous dragon hovering in mid-air. Why did it feel a little bit of affection for this tiny two-legged sheep in front of it?

"The reason I'm here with you is simply to ask you for some venom. Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

However, the desire for food instantly shattered the little goodwill that Poppy had just built up, and the Venomous Fang Dragon roared and launched another attack.

Okay, like Poppy, this guy doesn't befriend the creatures on his diet.

Hmph, who's going to eat whom is still up for debate!

"Obstacles everywhere! I fainted and collapsed!"

The two spells were cast, but the Poison Fang Dragon completely ignored them; its smooth scales gave it extremely high resistance to magic.

Bobby sighed inwardly. The book recorded that "the Poison Fang Dragon has extremely high magic resistance," but who knows how many people risked their lives to prove that this short sentence was true?

Poppy dodged again, and an Eye Strike spell struck the Venomous Fang Dragon's waxy yellow vertical pupil precisely.

The Poison Fang Dragon howled in pain, the curse making it even more ferocious. Although it was unclear, it began a frenzied attack, lunging and biting.

Poppy flew into the air and looked at the extremely noisy Poison Fang Dragon, feeling a headache coming on. How could she extract the venom with all this commotion?

How about we try that one?

"Stuffing a big stick into your front teeth!"

The spell curved and struck the Poison Fang Dragon; the next moment, its two sharp fangs began to grow backward.

The gory scenes need no further elaboration, because the venomous dragon was not much better than the troll, and perhaps even worse—how could Poppy's magic compare to that of Harry, a true first-year student?

The Venomous Fang Dragon let out its final scream and collapsed, dead.

Bobby Evans, the Dragon Slayer, is fresh off the press!

Upon landing, Poppy rushed to the corpse of the Venomous Fang Dragon, pulled out the test tube hidden in her chest, and prepared to collect the venom.

But when Bobby crouched down to make her move, she discovered that the venomous dragon had no venom left.

Its fangs pierced its lower jaw and throat, and it consumed all the toxins secreted by its venom sac...

So annoying!

Bobby scratched his head. It seemed that if he wanted to extract the poison, he couldn't use his front teeth to stuff the stick. Transfiguration might be a good option.

It's such a waste to just leave this dragon corpse like this. Snape always complains about being wasteful, but now I'll show him that I, Bobby Evans, can also pick up corpses!

I scraped off the best-looking scales, cleaned them thoroughly, and they can be used to make a beautiful dragon scale necklace. Jady, Godmother McGonagall, and Mom would probably love it!

Cut off another piece of tail meat, and that's lunch.

It took her a lot of effort to get this piece of meat—even though the Poison Fang Dragon was dead, its magic resistance was still extremely high, so the Cutting Spell couldn't work at all. She had to use a magic dagger to cut it off piece by piece!

As for magical materials like dragon blood, dragon liver, dragon heart, and dragon eyes... why collect them yourself when you can buy them with Galleons?

Bobby stood up triumphantly. She suddenly wanted to see what a dragon's nest looked like. In legends, dragon nests were said to be filled with lots and lots of gold and silver treasures.

Bobby flew off the cliff, descending less than five meters, and saw a huge hole in a recessed rock face.

Poppy licked her lips and flew into the cave entrance. The cave passage looked very deep and dark; at least, she couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

The wind was strong and howling at the cave entrance, making it difficult for her to hear anything inside. So she tiptoed deeper inside.

A "hoarse" sound seemed to be coming from the deepest part of the cave. Bobby was puzzled; the sound didn't sound like a Venomous Fang Dragon.

In her field of vision, there was a faint source of magic ahead, much weaker than the fanged dragon she had just killed.

The cave was winding and twisting, which was why her view was limited. In fact, the cave passage was not long, and Bobby reached the end in no time.

Compared to the passageway, this space is much larger; at least the entire first grade won't feel crowded when having classes here.

The dragon's nest was very dry. A quick glance revealed no treasure as expected, only rotting bones and pungent dragon dung, which disappointed Bobby.

She also saw the source of the "hoarse" sound: a "green man" lying on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Oh wow, she never expected to see living people here.

Bobby quickly changed his face to that of Pansy Parkinson and went to the man.

Why become a panty?

Remember? Bobby came in illegally...

Chapter 33 Double Kill

The green-skinned man lying on the ground was covered in chickenpox blisters. Some of the blisters had been squeezed open, oozing orange-yellow pus. The pus from the earlier blisters had dried and solidified into clumps, making him look extremely disgusting.

"Ho ho! Socorro!"

The man was speaking Spanish, so he must be a local Peruvian sorcerer.

Bobby shrugged and said, "I don't speak Spanish. Do you speak English?"

The man nodded repeatedly and replied in broken English, "Yes, yes, please help me!"

Poppy summoned a relatively complete crocodile skeleton, and then with a wave of her wand, the skeleton transformed into a stretcher.

The man, along with his stretcher, was levitated in the air by Poppy and carried out of the dragon's lair.

Poppy's levitation charm is quite skillful. Don't forget, her recently published academic article, "Twenty-Three Applications of the Levitation Charm," has earned her the reputation of being the most outstanding levitation charm user of the 20th century.

Bobby had protested to the experts years ago, asking them not to keep giving her these strange titles. But those shameless old men were happy to see Bobby get so frustrated, and the leader of them was none other than their own old rascal, Dumbledore.

Back at the top of the cliff, Bobby put the man down, took out the antidote and pox treatment he had prepared beforehand, and forced them down his throat.

The medicine was of excellent quality and very effective, because Bobby had brewed it herself. But even the best medicine still requires some suffering.

The man experienced excruciating, needle-like pain all over his body, a pain that seemed to penetrate to the bone. Why is smallpox so deadly? Because many people die from the excruciating pain during treatment.

Bobby improved the drug; although it still hurts, at least it won't kill you.

Poppy glanced at the man twice and then paid him no more attention. She was already fully aware of the magical fluctuations and effects after taking the drug.

While the man was rolling around on the ground, Bobby pulled out a field stove and a large pot.

He lit the fire, set up the pot, and then Bobby pulled two buckets of water from his chest.

She happily washed away the blood and grime from the dragon tail meat and threw the whole piece into the pot.

The finest ingredients require only the simplest cooking methods – this is a golden rule!

Spices and seasonings were added to the pot one by one, and soon a rich aroma of meat wafted out.

Bobby tilted her head and thought for a moment, feeling that something was missing. She took a closer sniff of the soup and suddenly realized. Yellow wine! Yellow wine was missing!

She fumbled in her bosom for a while, then took out a bottle of rice wine and poured half of it into her drink.

Ah! This tastes just right!

The man lying there, now that his pain had subsided somewhat, finally had the mind to look at Bobby.

The girl was cooking meat soup, and further away, a venomous dragon that had been dead for some time. The man's pupils dilated in shock. Could this dragon have been killed by the girl in front of him who looked like a poodle?

He recognized the dragon; it was the Peruvian venomous fanged dragon that had abducted him back to its lair!

So, the meat the girl was cooking in the pot, could it be...?

He sat up and said urgently, "Is that the flesh of a Venomous Fang Dragon? That flesh is poisonous and cannot be eaten!"

Bobby turned to look at him. "Hey, you're feeling better? My name is Pansy, Pansy Parkinson. Don't worry, I brought enough antidote, this little bit of poison is nothing."

A true gourmand would risk their life for a delicious meal. How could mere toxins possibly stop Poppy? Besides, she herself is a potions master.

Seeing that the meat was already quite tender—that was from flames activated by magic, which could achieve the effect of stewing for five hours with ordinary flames in just three minutes—Poppy couldn't wait to take out a knife, fork, chopsticks, and spoon.