Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

The Hungarian treetop suddenly jumped up to avoid the spell, spread its wings and took off into the air, but the height it took off was not very high, only about ten meters from the ground. Then it swooped down towards Tom and spewed out dragon breath from its mouth again.

This time it was not a fireball, but a continuous tongue of fire, ten meters long.

"Iron armor protection!"

Transparent ripples appeared in front of Tom. He did not launch an attack, but retreated vigilantly. As the Hungarian tree peaks got closer and closer, the temperature in the air was rising rapidly. The magic shield of the Iron Armor Spell was fully revealed, blocking the astonishing heat.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

It's now!

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the boy's eyes, and he raised his wand violently.

"Hands of hell!"

A familiar scene appeared again, the earth cracked, and two energy palms composed of flames appeared under the fully spread wings of the Hungarian tree peak!

At this time, the Hungarian Tree Peak was almost flying close to the ground. There was no time or room for reaction at all, and the devil's fire had already grasped his two wings.

"Roar!" The Hungarian tree peak roared, but this time the roar was no longer filled with anger, but rather with shrill pain.

After casting the spell, Tom stopped controlling Fiendfyre and quickly activated Apparition. His figure flashed and appeared behind the Hungarian tree peak.

The fire dragon weighed more than ten tons, and coupled with the acceleration, the Hungarian tree peak, which could not control itself, crashed into the mountain wall like a huge cannonball.

The entire mountain seemed to tremble a few times, and large pieces of fallen rocks fell from the cliff.

Everything is going according to the script set by Tom and Grindelwald.

The fire dragon's wings are usually in a retracted state, and the defensive power of the wrinkled skin will be greatly increased. If you want to destroy its flying ability with one blow, you must first let the fire dragon fly and spread its wings before attacking.

Just as Tom was feeling happy, a sudden warning appeared, and he quickly strengthened the defense of the Armor Spell.

The huge rocks that were piled up and buried the Hungarian tree peak were shaken away, and some of them fell towards Tom.

"Shattered to pieces! Shattered to pieces!"

Tom cast a spell quickly, blowing all the rocks into pieces, and the tragic scene of the Hungarian tree peak appeared before his eyes.

Its wings had been completely burned through, and it tore them off like a hero, leaving only its bare front paws. Its yellow-brown pupils were filled with bloodshot, and its thick tail swept violently, attacking Tom at an astonishing speed.

A huge steel shield was placed between Tom and Tail. Even the half-meter thick steel could not withstand the huge force. It was deformed after the collision, but it also slowed down the speed of the attack, allowing Tom to dodge it with ease. At the same time, he shot two eye disease spells at the eyes of the Hungarian Tree Peak.

The eyes are the weakest part of the fire dragon's body. After being hit, Hungarian Tree Peak not only felt extreme pain, but also entered a state of blindness (dabh), and began to indiscriminately attack the surrounding areas with dragon breath and body.

In just a few seconds,

"Corrosive sulfuric acid."

Tom retreated a certain distance again, and pungent acid sprayed out from his wand, gathering in the sky and raining sulfuric acid.

The fierce fire burns, the acid rain corrodes, even the thick-skinned fire dragon cannot withstand such torture.

About two minutes later, the roars and wails of the Hungarian tree peaks reached a peak, but their breath became weaker and weaker, and their movements became sluggish.

Tom dispersed the fierce fire and acid rain again.

If this continues, neither the fire dragon's flesh nor its skin will be preserved.

At this point the outcome was already determined. It seemed simple, Tom was unharmed and had the Hungarian Treepeak at his fingertips, but in fact the key lay in the terrifying power of the fierce fire and acid rain.

With only these two spells, it would be difficult to burn the wings, let alone hurt the fire dragon's internal organs through the thick scales.

Tom waited for the opportunity, and when the dragon's belly was exposed, another black magic was shot out.

"Rip out your intestines!"

Tear--!

A big hole appeared on the fire dragon's belly, blood gushed out, and its internal organs and intestines fell to the ground. Blood and flesh fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound of corrosion.

Unprocessed dragon blood is highly toxic. Tom's heart suddenly began to flutter. Damn... the difficulty of this Dragon Trial isn't about slaying the dragon, but bathing in its blood, right?!

The Hungarian Treepeak's struggle became weaker and weaker, and Tom stopped attacking, quietly waiting for his vitality to dissipate. As a large amount of blood was lost, the bronze skin of the Hungarian Treepeak became dull, and all the blood that flowed out was collected by Tom.

Five minutes later, the Hungarian tree peak was completely dead.

Tom received feedback from the Twelve Trials. The dragon-slaying mission had been completed. As long as he bathed in dragon blood, the Dragon Trial would be completely completed.

Tom gritted his teeth, took off his clothes, and exposed himself in the wild in the cold winter, controlling the dragon blood to pour onto his body.

The thick red blood poured onto his body like magma. As soon as it touched his body, it felt like it was on fire. It was so hot that he almost cried out.

The golden dragon pattern in his mind shone brightly and exploded.

Tom felt his magic power begin to run wild, and the power in the dragon blood was trying hard to drill into it. The two sides began to fight with his body as the battlefield. At the beginning, they were evenly matched, and Tom was in excruciating pain. However, the power of the dragon blood was constantly weakened. His magic power was blessed by the dragon pattern and he became more and more courageous. He began to devour the most primitive dragon power hidden deep in the dragon blood.

Tom's magic power began to grow rapidly, and the almost materialized pressure spread to the surroundings, and cracks appeared on the ground one after another.

At the same time, his bones crackled like frying beans. In just a few seconds, Tom's height jumped up to over 1.6 meters. Faint dragon scale patterns appeared on his body, but soon disappeared.

Blood fusion does not mean that Tom will have the blood of a dragon in the future, but rather that he will integrate the advantages of the fire dragon, make it his own, and evolve towards a more perfect state.

A minute later, the commotion subsided and everything returned to normal.

Tom opened his eyes and instantly felt that the world was different.

Well, his eyesight has improved.

At the same time, his body was filled with a sense of power, and the originally illusory magic began to become substantial. He could feel the magic flowing in his body, but he could not find it specifically. It was a mysterious feeling between existence and non-existence.

I've grown taller and thinner, which is a manifestation of more condensed muscles.

At this time, Tom really wanted to use the spell that failed to summon a bison with the levitation spell to get a bison and try whether he could kill a bull with one punch.

But after thinking about it, I decided to give up. The most urgent thing now is to deal with myself and the battlefield.

The residue of dragon blood had already formed thick scabs on his body. He used the clean water spell to summon a spring to clean his body. Then Tom put on his clothes again and began to collect usable materials from the fire dragon.

Most of the skin of the Hungarian tree peak was burned and corroded, and it had a strong smell of black magic, making it completely scrapped. Tom could only cut off these parts to avoid infecting other intact flesh and blood.

The fire dragon's heart, liver and other key parts need to be soaked in special culture medium to keep them active, and Tom had already prepared it.

After some trouble, Tom packed up all the valuable things, and then without staying for too long, he used Apparition to leave the valley.

It was not until two days later that someone found this place. Looking at the discarded dragon skin, flesh and blood, the poachers could only sigh to the sky.

Someone got there first!

Back to the present, Tom's speed on the way back was much faster. The previous limit of the blind-sight apparition was only 20 kilometers, but now this number has doubled. After apparating back to the Veela tribe several times in a row, he did not feel carsick and was still energetic.

Fleur had not left Tom's residence since he left, and had been pacing anxiously in the room.

The sound of "pop" of Apparition rang out, and she reacted almost instantly, rushing over and hugging the boy. The sound was all in Tom's

"You are finally back!"

Tom was surprised that Furong was so worried about him. After realizing what was happening, he gently patted the girl on the back and said with a smile:

"Do you have some faith in me? Not only did I come back, I also successfully slayed the dragon."

Chapter 88: The Requirements of the Second Trial, the Terror of the Independent Passenger Zone

boom--! .

Under Furong's awed gaze, the huge fire dragon's corpse fell to the ground, almost filling the entire backyard.

Even a dead fire dragon still carries a faint dragon aura. Wizards may not be sensitive to this kind of pressure, but Fleur is a half-Veela with a quarter of magical animal blood, so her reaction will be stronger than others.

Hearing the noise, Lapona also rushed over quickly and looked at the fire dragon's corpse on the ground in horror.

He actually succeeded!

In many Western myths, dragon slayers are absolute heroes and are endowed with all kinds of legendary colors.

For example, Siegfried, Beowulf, and St. George in Germanic legends, and Lancelot and Saint Martha in English and French legends.

In fact, some of them are wizards and have truly accomplished the feat of slaying a dragon.

But has there really ever been a wizard like Tom who achieved the feat of slaying a dragon at the age of eleven in the history of the wizarding world?

Looking at the young man who was describing the dragon-slaying process to Fleur, Lapona was in a trance.

This might be the biggest opportunity for their Veela tribe in a hundred years. If Fleur and Tom get together, they will have the protection of a dragon slayer, and this dragon slayer will definitely become stronger.

Although the relationship between the French Ministry of Magic and the tribe is good, it is just a matter of taking advantage of the relationship. There are many factions within the Ministry of Magic, and some people are also eyeing the wealth of their tribe and even the Veela themselves. However, the current situation is relatively stable, and with the restraint of other factions, the tribe is still safe.

But once the balance is broken, then force is needed to make others speak calmly and reasonably.

In addition, Furong acted so blatantly that it didn't count as selling her granddaughter.

Lapona smiled knowingly and quietly left the back garden, leaving the space to the two young people.

The two of them huddled together tightly. After bathing in dragon blood, Tom's height was now the same as Fleur, who was three years older than him, and they looked much more compatible.

"I used the same magic I used to save you the day you were killed. However, fire dragons are indeed very difficult to deal with. A wizard can burn one to death in seconds, but a fire dragon can still be alive and kicking after being roasted for several minutes."

"Is that Fiendfyre? But the book says that Fiendfyre cannot be controlled, and only a few spells can counter it."

"This shows that the person who wrote the book isn't as good as me, and certainly not as good as the person who taught me. That's why they feel that Li Huo is uncontrollable."

"Huh, you only know how to brag."

"How can this be called bragging? If I could write a book, it would definitely be better than those authors'."

"Then go ahead and write it." Furong's pretty face was filled with a bright smile as she challenged him, "I'll definitely be the first to buy it once you finish writing it."

"Forget it." Tom shook his head. "I'm afraid no one can afford what I write."

The method of controlling Fiendfyre alone can drive countless dark wizards crazy. The knowledge of both Grindelwald and Andros is priceless. Tom must abide by the principle that the truth cannot be passed on lightly.