170 Chapter 37, Weaknesses and Specialties

Seeing those dragons, Hoffa couldn't help but think of the alchemist named Norbert Hagrid during the summer vacation.

At the beginning, I fought with him for a dragon egg. It seems that many people are busy working for dragons this year.

Could it be that the wizard war has become so anxious that fire dragons will be used to decide the outcome?

In front of the grass, Fatil was still talking: "Dragons have been at the top of the food chain for tens of thousands of years. Each type of dragon has its own special abilities, but also has its own weaknesses."

As he spoke, he pointed to a blue-green young dragon the size of a palm: "Welsh green dragons, among all fire dragons, are the best at concealment. They can be called chameleons among dragons. They can even keep you close at hand. To an undetectable level. However, it has less strength, a thinner body, and a slower flight speed."

Then he pointed to a larger brown-black juvenile dragon: "Hungarian tree peak, the dragon with the furthest breath among all dragons, can breathe fifty feet after adulthood, and the limit distance is even eighty feet, which is also among the dragons. A relatively large type.

There are almost no weaknesses to speak of. If one insists on it, its flight speed is average among dragons. "

Hoffa glanced at the sleepy baby dragon with squinted eyes, wondering if this is the opponent Harry will face in the future? Looks really docile now

Fatil walked up to a plump young dragon, which was yellow-green and looked like a stone at first glance, with a snout resembling a pig, and was fast asleep.

Fatil drew out a sharp short knife and slashed at the young dragon's head, the students below were startled. Some girls even covered their mouths.

That fat dragon just snorted lazily and exhaled a puff of smoke, showing no sign of waking up.

"Swedish short-nosed dragon. The dragon with the strongest defense among dragons, but it is lazy by nature and doesn't move."

As soon as the words fell, a young black dragon suddenly rushed out from the side, and pushed away the sleeping short-nosed young dragon. It raised its head and rubbed its sharp horny head against Fatier's hand. For a moment, it seemed to please him, but also seemed to provoke him.

Fatil pushed the black dragon away: "The black dragon of the Heshidiali Islands is one of the fire dragons native to Britain. It is the most aggressive of all fire dragons, and it is also the largest in size. It has very powerful strength, but its movements are relatively clumsy. , IQ is not very high."

black dragon. Is it the fire dragon that left with the fireball that night? It's really strong enough.

Hoffa's eyes drifted to Fatil's face again. This guy, knows this level of dragons?

After introducing a few large-sized young dragons, Fatil walked to another table, which was filled with smaller-sized young dragons.

He pointed to a brass-colored juvenile dragon with a black ridge on its back and said: "Peruvian Vipertooth is the smallest of all known fire dragons, but the fastest flying one. The long teeth are poisonous."

The fang-toothed drake darted across the table like a child with ADHD, knocking the other drakes over and over.

Then Fatil picked up the young dragon alone and threw it into the pile of big dragons at another table.

The Peruvian Viper-toothed Dragon was still bumping back and forth, looking extremely stubborn, but unexpectedly, the Short-nosed Dragon turned over with a snort, and was crushed under the buttocks, unable to move. It squeaked. The short-nosed dragon raised its butt, and the poison-toothed dragon was not injured, but it stopped making trouble, and even licked the short-nosed dragon's butt.

The students below couldn't help but laugh.

Fatil Drasses breathed out a smoke ring, and said: "Dragon is a highly social creature, and it is also the biggest opportunist. Weak dragons will attach themselves to creatures that are stronger than themselves, but they do not will submit to the opponent.

When you are stronger than it, it will submit to you without hesitation. When you are weak, it will devour you without hesitation. Therefore, if you want to become a top dragon tamer, you must understand its weakness . "

After a pause, Professor Delasses continued to introduce other dragons: "Australian opaleye, among the most colorful fire dragons, has an extremely beautiful appearance, but its saliva contains dragon pox venom, which is a hidden and dangerous killer. But it's very small and very, very weak."

Then, he pointed to a baby dragon shining red like glass:

"Fireball Dragon, a very rare dragon species. The Chinese Fireball has the breath with the highest temperature among all dragons. According to legend, ancient oriental alchemists used the breath of the Fireball Dragon to refine secret medicine. But flying is its weakness. In Eastern alchemy Under the training of the master, its wings have degenerated."

After a pause, Drasses continued: "Since the East is mentioned, I might as well talk about some extracurricular courses.

In terms of dragon training, Eastern alchemists have always been at the forefront of the world. Their way of training dragons is fundamentally different from that of Europe. Eastern witchcraft emphasizes the taming of the "heart" and the unity of man and nature, not Simple physical taming.

As for what the "heart" is, every dragon trainer has his own answer. If you can, I hope you can find your own answers this year. "

The students present were at a loss, and it was obvious that all the students had heard Professor Delases's words about Eastern wizards.

Hoffa didn't quite understand, but Miranda looked thoughtful, and finally she asked Hoffa.

"Aren't you half of the blood over there? Tell me, what is the heart?"

Hoffa could only smile wryly. He has not been educated in traditional oriental witchcraft, and there is no description of oriental wizards in the original book. Miranda came to ask herself, how could she know.

After Professor Delasses introduced all the dragons, the students below were all agitated, especially some boys, who couldn't resist the idea of ​​wanting to get in touch with young dragons.

As if seeing the wishes of these boys, Fatil spit out a smoke ring and said: "These dragons are just hatched, and it is the most vulnerable time. It is also the time when they need to be taken care of the most. Each of you come here, Choose a dragon you like and take care of it in the wild.

During this process, I will supervise and correct your behavior. Be sure to pay attention, when you choose a dragon, the dragon is also choosing you, it will see through your weaknesses at a glance and attack your weaknesses"

Before he finished speaking, the students gathered around the table, whispering excitedly. Under the temptation of the juvenile fire dragon, they didn't even listen carefully to Fatil's admonition.

Hoffa is no exception. He is very curious about these creatures in his heart. He was chased by these creatures in Helzburg and fled in embarrassment. If possible, he really hopes to learn more about them.

He looked along the table one by one, walked up to the short-nosed dragon, and felt that this lazy guy was a bit cute, so he reached out his hand and wanted to touch him.

But the sleeping short-nosed dragon seemed to have seen a ghost. It suddenly opened its eyes, rolled over on the spot, avoided him, and opened its mouth to blow a small dragon's breath at him. There is a faint sulfur smell.

This. Hoffa felt hot and withdrew his hand.

Hoffa turned to the side of another juvenile Hungarian Horntail, just about to reach out. The sleeping hornet felt something, and it opened its mouth to bite him, and Hoffa quickly withdrew his hand.

The Hungarian Horntail took a bite. It retreated quickly, hiding behind the chubby short-nosed dragon, watching him warily.

Strange

Hoffa had no choice but to turn to the fireball dragon.

I thought to myself, since they all have oriental blood, this fireball should accept me.

However, as soon as he walked to the side of the little fireball, the fireball immediately curled up into a ball vigilantly, two puffs of white smoke spewed out from its nostrils, and high-temperature gas emitted from its whole body.

Fireball didn't accept him either.

He walked around among the young dragons, but all the young dragons ran away quickly after touching his hand. No one, big or small, was willing to accept him.

Soon, the fire dragons present were picked out by other students. Aglaia held a Welsh green dragon in her arms, while Miranda carried a Vipertooth dragon, petting it with interest. The Hungarian Horntail perched proudly on Sherlock's head, holding its head high.

The students present all picked their favorite dragons.

Only Hoffa, empty-handed, got nothing.

Fatil didn't care about Hoffa. He saw that most of the students got the dragon, so he continued:

"In nature, all dragons go through a period of play before they become predators. This period may seem casual, but it is the most important time in their life.

Playing brings more unknown consequences than learning, and dealing with these unknown consequences builds a predator's resilience. The creature that is the best at playing the game becomes the top predator.

The juvenile period of dragons is only about one year, within one year they will quickly grow up and leave the care of their parents, I need you in this year."

As he was speaking, Fatil saw an arm raised high.

He frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Hoffa: "I didn't pick a dragon."

"What?"

Drages frowned, and the students who picked up the dragon all looked at Hoffa with puzzled eyes.

"All the dragons rejected me." Hoffa said, "They don't seem to like me very much."

There were low-pitched laughter from around, and in the laughter, Sherlock joked, "Big hero, show some courage."

Her joke made the students start applauding, but Hoffa was a little annoyed. This guy is haunted. Do you really think it's fun to talk?

He was upset, but he didn't attack on the face, just looked at Draces.

Fatil seemed to see the displeasure of the young man in front of him. He raised his hand to stop the students from booing, and asked Hoffa, "Have you ever raised other dragons?"

Hoffa looked up: "I didn't."

"Strange." He walked up to Hoffa, leaned his head over to smell him, and then looked carefully into Hoffa's eyes.

"Are you the boy from that night?"

"it's me."

Fatil snorted and shook his head again: "If the dragon doesn't accept you, I won't be able to teach you the rest of the course."

Hoffa licked his lips: "Why?"

"Dragon training is the art of domination. If the young dragon cannot accept you, it means that you are not suitable for this path, or you are not ready yet."

There was no sound on all sides, and it was completely dark at this moment. Hoffa looked at the flickering eyes of the dragons around him, and felt a little unwilling for a while. After swimming more than 50 kilometers by himself, did he get this result?

Fatil looked at the somewhat dark sky, and said helplessly, "Go back, kid, you still have your own things to do."