I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John hasn't learned this spell yet, otherwise he wouldn't carry a wand with him when he goes out.

The two of them looked nervously at the direction conveyed, and John was ready to smash anything that suddenly appeared to pieces.

The sound was getting closer and closer. John had merged with the fire dragon's blood, so his body was also strengthened.

His senses became more acute.

He heard panting and heavy footsteps.

"Is it a person?"

John thought for a moment and decided that judging from the voice, it should be a person.

Moreover, this person was injured and must be on the run.

The wand in his hand did not relax at all, but was raised instead. Compared with magical creatures, encountering people in the wild might be more dangerous.

Finally, as the two of them watched, a person appeared among the bushes in front of them.

"Stop!" Furong shouted nervously.

It was a boy who looked about the same age as John, wearing a blood-red robe, probably a school uniform.

He was so pale that Fleur thought he was a vampire at first glance.

Black hair and a high nose bridge. If it weren't for the golden eyes that were faintly revealed through the messy hair covering her left eye, Furong's attack would probably have been launched.

The visitor obviously did not expect that they were two student-looking wizards. He thought that anyone who dared to light a bonfire in this place was either an Auror or a desperado.

"Run!"

The boy shouted, and a ball of fire fell from the sky, directly igniting the bushes around him.

Furong looked on in horror and saw a black Hungarian Horntail in the sky open its mouth and spit out a breath of dragon's breath.

"A sneak attack...offense...die..."

John looked at the Hungarian Horntail in disbelief. He seemed to hear the other party talking.

Suddenly remembering that he had the power of Dragon Language, he waved his wand and cast a levitation spell to pull the wizard out of the sea of ​​fire.

Although this action saved a life, it also made the Hungarian Horntail notice John.

"Let's run!" Furong finally understood why there were no other living creatures around.

The Hungarian Horntail is the most ferocious fire dragon. With its presence, no other creatures dare to appear around it.

John immediately turned around and ran away, with the Hungarian Horntail's angry words coming from behind him.

"Wizard...sleeping...sneak attack...unsportsmanlike...hurt in the butt..."

Hearing the words of the Hungarian Horntail, John looked at the wizard who was also running away with a strange expression.

This guy is so brave that he actually attacked the Hungarian Horntail while it was sleeping. What's more, there are so many other places to hit it, but you actually hit its butt.

No wonder the Hungarian Horntail is so angry. If someone breaks into its home while it is sleeping, it can at most ensure that the other person leaves without much pain.

Chapter 40: The Dragon Speaker and Edgar

It chased him, he ran, he couldn't escape even if he had wings.

John accelerated.

Someone once said that when you encounter a brown bear, you don't need to run faster than the bear, you just need to run faster than the people you are walking with.

Obviously, among the three wizards in the same profession, John is the youngest but has the best physique.

He easily surpassed the blood-robed wizard.

The blood-robed wizard who fell behind clenched his teeth and the Hungarian Horntail bared its fangs and claws.

After opening its mouth, a huge fireball flew out of the Hungarian Horntail's mouth.

"Here comes the stump!"

The blood-robed wizard waved his wand and pulled a tree stump to block the fireball before it landed on him.

The fireball hit the tree stump and turned it into charcoal in an instant, leaving only a tiny gap for him to escape.

He turned and stopped, a fierce look on his face.

"Oppungno"

The gravel on the ground flew up and hit the Hungarian Horntail, making it even more enraged. These attacks did not hurt it, but made it very annoyed.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, the blood-robed wizard unwillingly launched another attack.

But this time, before he could make a move, he was hit by a huge rock picked up by the Hungarian Horntail's tail.

John turned his head and saw that the blood-robed wizard was really tough.

Furong accidentally fell while running. She felt the ground shaking and when she turned her head, she saw a huge rock rolling over.

"Expulso"

The white light hit the boulder and shattered it, and the flying stone scratched Furong's cheek.

John's expression changed after he made the move, and the Hungarian Horntail had already swooped down.

The blood-robed wizard was still attacking, but the scales of the Hungarian Horntail were too hard and there was no way to break them.

Seeing the Hungarian Hornet rushing down, the Blood Robe Wizard could only avoid its attack.

"Protego"

John stood in front of Fleur, and a shield emitting white light appeared in front of him.

The Hungarian Horntail swept out with its pointed tail, easily cutting down trees wherever it passed.

Wood chips and rocks flew at the shield, and John's feet sank into the ground.

This is not the end yet. The Hungarian Horntail screamed towards the sky under the moonlight.

Its body is covered with black scales that glow with a black iron luster in the moonlight, and it has a lizard-like appearance.

It has yellow eyes and bronze horns, and its tail has spikes that are nearly bronze in color.

This fifty-foot-tall giant was wreaking havoc, opening its mouth and spitting out dragon breath that covered the three of them.

"Die...die...die!"

John kept casting Shield Charms to resist. Fleur stood up and quickly adjusted herself, waving the wand in her hand.

"Flame-Freezing Charm"

The flames became less hot when they fell on them, and the three of them struggled to resist in the flames.

"enough!"

A fierce light flashed across John's eyes, and he himself did not notice that his pupils shrank into vertical ones at that moment.

After he said this, the Hungarian Horntail was stunned.

Then the endless flow of dragon breath stopped, and the Hungarian Horntail stretched its neck and looked around.

Furong was still in shock. She gasped and asked, "What were you talking about?"

John used dragon language, which to others sounded like an imitation of the roar of a fire dragon.

The blood-robed wizard also stopped attacking and turned to look at John.

John walked forward step by step. The Hungarian Horntail did not connect the little guy in front of him with the sound just now.

"We mean no offense." John spoke in dragon language again.

Now the Hungarian Horntail finally noticed him, with surprise in its big yellow lantern-like eyes.

"Yes...you...how do you...know the language of dragons?"

The Hungarian Horntail looked down at John. John took a deep breath, and his eyes turned into the vertical pupils of a fire dragon. He exuded waves of terrifying pressure.

"My name is John Wick. I came here by mistake and had no intention of offending you."

John communicated with the Hungarian Horntail, and to show his sincerity, John put down his wand.

"You are... the Dragon Speaker." The hostility in the Hungarian Horntail gradually dissipated.

This amazing scene made the two people present dare not breathe. John nodded and said, "I don't know where this is. The door key of my car broke down and fell here."

"Dragon Speaker, this is Scandinavia, the Valley of No Rest."

The Valley of Absolute Desire?

John didn't hear the name of this place, but judging from the blood-robed wizard that appeared here, there should be human activities nearby.

This made John feel relieved.

He was afraid that he didn't know where he was being sent. He bowed to the Hungarian Horntail and apologized: "Fire Dragon, I would like to express my apologies here. I hope you can forgive our recklessness."

Rather than saying it belongs to us, it would be more accurate to say that it belongs to the blood-robed wizard.

But now the three of them are in the same boat, so John will not care about it for the time being.

The Hungarian Horntail restrained its murderous aura and lowered its proud head to John. "Dear Dragon Speaker, Amohan accepts your apology."

The conversation between the man and the dragon caught Furong's eyes, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her pretty face.

This is Dragon Language.

According to legend, the great wizard Merlin could communicate with fire dragons in Dragon Language, but after him, there has been no one else who could speak Dragon Language.

Fleur had thought John was just an ordinary Hogwarts student, but now it seemed that he was a descendant of Merlin?

After all, Merlin also went to Hogwarts, so this might be possible.

There was also something strange in the blood-robed wizard's eyes. He stared at John with his golden eyes and unconsciously clenched his wand in his hand.

The dragon speaker seems to have a special status among fire dragons. After knowing that John can speak dragon language, Amohan did not launch any more attacks.

After much persuasion from John, Amoham finally forgave the person for attacking him.

At the same time, John also learned the whole story.

Originally, Amohan was staying well in the Valley of No Breath, but then this blood-robed wizard who looked like a vampire suddenly appeared and attacked Amohan without any explanation.

You have to know that even dragons have basic physiological needs. This is where both humans and dragons are relatively vulnerable.

This made Amohan lose all his sleepiness and he chased for several hours.

...

Amohan left and the crisis for the three people was resolved.

The blood-robed wizard hesitated for a while, came up to the two, and said in a low voice: "Thank you for your help."

"Hmph, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be dragged into this." Furong snorted.

The blood-robed wizard glanced at her and sneered, "I didn't ask you to get involved."

"You!" Furong was very angry at his attitude.

"Well, anyway, it's a good thing to see a living person."

John comforted Fleur, then came to the front of the blood-robed wizard and extended his hand: "John Wick, a Hogwarts student."

"Come here from Hogwarts?" The blood-robed wizard was a little surprised and stretched out his hand to shake it.

"Heinrich Edgar, Durmstrang student."

Durmstrang?

John was surprised. He didn't expect to be here.

I heard that this place has a bad reputation because they are not friendly to mudbloods, and it is also one of the few schools that accept dark magic.

More importantly, the Dark Lord Grindelwald, who once dominated Europe, came from this school.

John had heard Malfoy say that he had boasted that he was going to go to Durmstrang, but Mrs. Malfoy didn't want her son to be too far away.

“I didn’t expect that we would be so close to crossing Europe.”

John was speechless. If this door key seller dared to cheat me again, he would be thrown into exile.

Furong, who was standing by, was startled when she heard the last name Edgar and exclaimed, "Edgar, the dark magic family."