I swung a sword at Hogwarts

At the top of the mountain, there is a cave, and that is where the dragon place is.

As soon as he entered, John felt his body lighten.

The pressure belonging to the Dragon Land suddenly disappeared, and in his eyes, many silver threads were floating in the Dragon Field.

All these threads were coming from one direction, which was a round stone.

The round stone seemed to have been there for thousands of years and had almost merged into the stone platform.

The surface of the pebble is smooth and round, as if it had been carefully polished.

But this is impossible.

John narrowed his eyes. A dragon shouldn't be able to do that.

They are good at destruction and can destroy a town in less than half a day.

But asking them to polish a stone until there are no holes at all is like asking a troll to take the college entrance examination.

"Are these souls?"

He stared at the silver threads, which were formed by soul fragments.

The Spear of Thunder sent the dragon here and was ready to leave.

John was dumbfounded and asked hurriedly: "How do I get a name?"

He came here with a mission, but after passing the test, he still hasn't gotten his name.

The Spear of Thunder seemed to think for a while, then said seriously: "This requires your own efforts."

Gan.

No matter how good-tempered one is, he can't help but curse the dragon. I worked so hard to fight my way out, and now you come here and ask me to work hard on my own?

Even Dumbledore doesn't play tricks on people like you.

John took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He walked into the dragon field. There was a lot of space inside. Even with John's current height of 55 feet, he could move in and out freely.

"It should be some kind of magic, similar to the traceless extension spell."

The knowledgeable John guessed that magic was used here. He was surprised. Could a fire dragon use magic other than breathing fire?

He moved forward carefully, the silver thread fluttering before his eyes, John reached out to touch it.

At this moment, his body was pulled away by a force.

He was very familiar with this feeling, it was exactly the same as when he first saw Nagini.

Under the pull of the force, his transformation was actually cancelled.

The body came to a new space, a desolate and silent place.

Looking around, it was all dark.

John looked down and saw his hands that had turned back into a human. A drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead. It was the first time that he was undone by external force.

He saw a hill in the distance and took out his wand and waved it.

"LumosMaxima"

The ball of light flew into the sky and burst into light like a small sun.

Only then did he realize that those were not hills at all.

It was a dragon. Skeletons and dragon corpses were scattered all over the ground.

"Things don't seem to be that simple."

He saw the corpses of the dragons. There was no life in them. Some of them were so old that they had turned into bones.

Gripping his wand tightly, John walked forward.

There was flat ground under his feet and stairs ahead.

Where he was was a hill-like platform. After walking down, the size of the dragon corpses became more intuitive.

The smallest one was 50 feet long, and he even saw a fire dragon whose bones alone were 100 feet long.

This is a size that has never been seen in the wizarding world, and it may even break the record for fire dragons in the wizarding world.

Where the dragon corpses were piled up, a road was separated in the middle, as if it was intended to allow latecomers to move forward along the road.

With every step John took, he could see marks of ancient magic on some of the dragons.

These have already shown the years where the corpses have been deposited.

Go all the way to a mountain.

John paused, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"That's not a mountain." When he said this, he felt a dull pain in his back teeth.

That mountain is a dragon.

A dragon as huge as a mountain.

The most important thing is that the dragon moved.

The stones on the ground bounced wildly, and John steadied himself.

A pair of huge eyes came into view.

Old and turbid, these are a pair of eyes without any spirit.

"You're here." The silver dragon looked dazed for a moment, and the sound of its voice made the stones on the ground jump again.

It was an old male voice, which made John wonder in his heart how long this dragon had lived.

"1007." As if knowing what John was thinking, the silver dragon said, "I have been waiting for your arrival."

"You know me?"

John was shocked. It seemed that the old dragon had some kind of magic that could understand people's minds.

"My name is Heimdall, the dragon guarding the gate, the observer of the future, the sage of the dragon country."

Unlike the gentle flapping of an ordinary dragon's wings, sand and rocks suddenly flew in front of John.

John didn't make a move because he saw that Heimdall had no intention of attacking.

When Heimdall flew up, John realized that there was no road behind him, but a cliff like an abyss.

"That is the final resting place of the ancient dragon."

Heimdall said, "The ancient dragon came to this place and died here."

"After the ancient dragon dies, a dragon king will be born among the giant dragons every hundred years."

"It's been a thousand years now."

"Once upon a time, a man with the same origin as you came to the Valley of Absolute Despair. He taught me how to predict the future. From those predictions, I saw your coming."

After Heimdall fell, the dust and moss on his body disappeared.

It looked up at the road it had come from, "Those buried here were once those who had the hope of becoming king."

"These dragons may be powerful or smart, but without exception they were killed by stronger ones."

John hesitated and said, "What do you want me to do for you?"

He knew that Heimdall was not saying this to him for no reason.

As for the king mentioned by Heimdall, John didn't think of himself at all.

After all, no matter how much I look like a dragon, strictly speaking, I am still a human being.

So subconsciously, John felt that Heimdall wanted him to do something for him.

Just like the wizard Heimdall once met, I think some kind of deal was reached between the two.

At the same time, he was very curious about what kind of person he was in Heimdall's prophecy.

Lowering his head, Heimdall's breath blew on John's face.

"I hope you pass this final test."

John didn't quite understand what Heimdall said. The final test?

Where is the test?

Suddenly.

John's eyes fell on the bottomless cliff. He smiled awkwardly: "Your so-called test, don't you want me to jump down?"

He said half-jokingly, and Heimdall nodded his head.

John's heart sank and he was silent for a moment.

"Have you been down there?" John asked Heimdall.

Heimdall shook his head slightly and said sadly, "The dragon that I once valued most went in there and never came out again."

"No one knows what's in there."

I don't know why you're still letting me go?

John's eyebrows knitted together, he was actually laughing out of anger.

You really think others are fools, don't you? It's not necessary to help them.

He took two steps back, ready to leave.

however……

[Ding, trigger the challenge mission, enter the cliff, get any point +2, blessing: unknown]

Two unknowns in one journey.

System, if you do this, it will be very difficult for me.

John sighed, this system seemed excessive.

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Chapter 234 Time Lock and Rainbow Bridge

The reward was there, so of course John would go.

He stood on the cliff and stared down. In the darkness, there seemed to be a flash of silver light.

"Soul fragments?"

He squinted his eyes to see more clearly.

Confirming that he was not seeing things, wings sprouted from John's back.

Heimdall stood there quietly, and John jumped off the cliff.

There was a rush of wind in my ears and my body was falling rapidly.

"How deep is this place?"

He felt that he had descended higher than Dragon's Land.

The soul fragment swayed and danced like an elf.

John followed the debris all the way to the bottom.

At this depth, John looked up and could not see the top.

"This way."

A man's voice sounded, and the soul fragments shook.

"Hmm? And self-awareness?"

John's eyes were deep, and he suppressed the urge to use the Soul-Eating Curse to take away the soul. He stepped forward.

The ground seemed to be made of a crystal-like material, and as he walked on it, he felt a cold sensation coming from below.

It felt like stepping on a frozen iron plate, with the biting cold penetrating the soles of my feet.