177 Chapter 44, Fire Dragon Cemetery

The weather became colder and colder, and the father and daughter Aglaia, who were tracking the missing fire dragon and the students, went out of the range of Hogwarts. They even went away from the mountains in southern Scotland and came to the sea near the Heshidiali Islands.

It was dusk.

On the mountain road, Fatil was wearing a gray wizard robe, with a cigarette holder in his mouth, and a magic wand in his hand, pointing to and fro in the air very regularly. Every time he clicked, a green stardust would fall from the sky. fell into his palm.

Here, the winding rocks and stone mountains are scattered on the ground like keels, and the stream makes a ding-dong sound. Surrounded by a completely deserted wilderness, it was eerily quiet.

On the frosty ground, Aglaia breathed out a puff of white mist, watching the man move around with an expression of impatience in his eyes.

"Have you found it yet? How long has it been?"

"I'll find it right away, I can feel him nearby."

Fatil said softly.

"Are you serious? Near after near and near after near. Come on, I don't want to spend Christmas in the wild with you."

"Patience is essential."

Fatil squinted at the magic spot in his hand: "This opponent is not as simple as you think."

As he spoke, the dots of light formed a small arrow pointing in another direction. He rubbed his palms, sprinkled the light spot, and walked in the direction of the light spot.

Aglaia frowned helplessly, sighed, and chased after him.

They haven't encountered anything unusual since the student disappeared a week ago.

For Aglaia, the man he saw that night was purely an illusion, and he didn't even remember what he looked like. And his own father also returned to his taciturn manner, and did not have any redundant communication with her.

When the two came to a stream, Fatil stopped again, smoking a cigarette, waving his wand in the air. When he finished smoking, he just spit the cigarette butt on the ground.

Aglaia folded her arms and leaned against the tree, watching coldly. She felt that this man looked like a third-world hooligan who didn't pay much attention to what he did. She didn't even know how her mother fell in love with this kind of person in the first place.

She decided to ask her doubts.

"Hi." She called out.

"what?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"What's up."

"You haven't been home for many years, why did you go?"

"Busy." Fatil replied without raising his head.

"What are you busy with?" the girl asked calmly.

"There are more important things to do." Fatil replied dully.

"What's important?"

"It's not something you can participate in."

Fatil didn't really want to continue talking.

"Ha." Aglaia gave a short laugh, "Mom has already lost all your photos."

"oh."

Fatil frowned: "It's not easy to find the dragons and students, so be careful."

Aglaia turned around, took two steps, and then kicked away a stone blocking the road forcefully. The stone fell into the stream beside it, making a splashing sound.

Fatil raised his palm: "Shh."

Unexpectedly, this action deepened the girl's resentment, and she kicked harder on a stone on the ground.

But the stone floated in the air before falling into the stream.

Fatiel stopped the falling stone with a floating spell, and he gave Aglaia a stern look.

"Hush!"

The faint sound of wading from far to near came to Aglaia's ears. She was taken aback, and looked around nervously: "Did you find him?"

Fatil didn't speak, took her arm, tapped his wand, and the two of them were shrouded in the spell of disillusionment, and disappeared in place out of thin air.

Not long after it disappeared, a tall figure appeared along the bank of the stream. He was holding a cloth bag and carefully looking around, getting closer and closer.

With the help of the setting sun in early winter, Aglaia saw the appearance of the other party clearly. It was a boy, wearing a linen robe, with an unusually tall body, but his face was young and immature.

She was startled, this guy looks too strange.

The big man dragged the cloth bag to the river, took out a bunch of bottles and cans from his chest, opened them and scattered them by the river.

Not long after, a faint spicy fragrance wafted into Aglaia's nostrils, and I saw colorful fungus plants emerging from the places where the powder had been sprinkled on the ground, which was really beautiful.

The fungus plants grew rapidly under the stimulation of the drugs, and after the rapid growth of those plants, he tore off the plants and stuffed them into the bag he was holding.

After the bag was stuffed, he muttered, "It should be enough."

After speaking, he threw the bag over his shoulder and quickly disappeared near the stream.

Seeing the back of the tall boy leaving, the two of them lifted the phantom state.

Aglaia asked Fatier: "Then who is it, why is it so long?"

"It should be a half-blood giant." Fatil's tone was serious, as if he had thought of something.

"Half-blood giant, isn't it?"

"Same as you." Fatil helped her finish.

Aglaia's expression changed, and she asked angrily in a low voice, "Say it again!!"

Fatil gave her an annoyed look, shook his head, and did not answer.

Afterwards, he walked to the stream and stared at the few fungi that hadn't been pulled out on the ground: "You should be proficient in potions, tell me, what are these plants used for?"

"Why don't you see it yourself?" Aglaia sarcastically said: "I heard that elves can live a long time, so they are well-informed, aren't they?"

"I don't understand potions." Fatil didn't get angry at all, but calmly ordered: "Go, take a look for me. I want to follow up."

Thinking of the missing fire dragon and classmates, Aglaia took a deep breath, suppressed the resentment in her heart, strode forward, and bumped her father away with one shoulder.

"You wait for me"

Aglaia walked along the stream, carefully observing the broken places on the river bank where the fungi were picked, and distinguished the types while observing: "Nightmare cigars, blood tooth fungus, poisonous capita, pufferfish fungus, ant street lamp."

After counting all the fungi, Aglaia was surprised: "The ingredients of the powerful anesthetic are used to anesthetize large organisms. What is that guy doing with these drugs?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fatil quickly followed her up.

Aglaia followed him, but was pushed away by him.

"You wait for me here, I'll be back later."

Aglaia sneered: "In general stories, if you say that, someone between the two of us must die."

"I'm not joking. I'll see what's going on first, and then I'll call you for help."

"Why didn't you say that when you asked me to identify potions?"

"The situation is unknown, don't follow me anymore. You follow me rashly, in case something happens"

"You can't explain to my mother?"

Aglea sneered.

"Weren't you quite confident before?"

Fatil's face darkened, and he didn't want to say any more.

Aglaia glanced at her father happily, thinking that this guy pretended to be a master at school, but when he came to me, he would still be ashamed.

The winter sun set quickly, and Hagrid, who was walking on the mountain road ahead, held up the torch. There was a rustling sound, and Aglaia and Fatil hung behind him not too far away. Then, Hagrid turned to the left and went down the hill steeply, so they unexpectedly found a valley.

The half-giant boy, unaware that someone was following him, climbed the hill and up the path, picking up speed.

Aglea and Fatil also accelerated to follow, the hedges on both sides were taller and denser than the ones they passed just now.

The dirt road was winding, potholed, and full of rocks. It went down as steeply as the path just now, and seemed to lead to a small piece of dark woods below. Sure enough, the dirt road joined the dry undergrowth within a short distance.

Immediately afterwards, they found rows of giant footprints on the dirt road, one larger than a human adult lying down.

Looking at the footprints, Fatil said in a solemn voice: "It's a dragon, the footprint of an adult dragon."

Aglaia's heart rose, and she immediately thought of the scene where she was taken away by a fire dragon during her summer vacation. Immediately afterwards, he thought of the destruction of Helzburg, which was a tragedy that killed half of the goblins.

After thinking about it, the two came to the middle of the mountain, where Hagrid disappeared, and they only saw a cave the size of a person.

There was moss all around the mouth of the cave, and nettles grew thickly, and tall nettles rose to the mouth of the cave.

The two looked at each other, Fatil took out his wand, and tapped on Aglaia's arm: "Disler Falconment."

They entered the phantom state again, passed the nettles and walked into the cave.

After entering the cave, there are piled rafters everywhere in the cave. Those edge trees are thick and covered with thick old stains. And the further you go, the more open the cave becomes. Finally, they came to a huge natural cave, nearly 100 meters high, with all kinds of sharp stalactites hanging upside down.

As he walked, an unusually rancid smell rushed towards his face, and Aglaia quickly covered his nostrils. Taking a closer look, she saw a huge dragon's head stuck to the ground. She was startled and took a step back.

The fire dragon's head is extremely huge, with black sharp spikes distributed on it, it looks quite ferocious, it is an adult Heshidili black dragon.

But the two stood in place for a long time, and they didn't see the fire dragon attacking, vigilant, or even moving. It just fell to the ground.

Taking a closer look, this huge Heshidili black dragon was already dead. It was cold all over, its pupils were slack, and there were some dried blood stains between the scales on its body, and the rancid smell came from it.

Aglaia relaxed a little, and she wiped the cold sweat from her brow.

Fatil murmured in disbelief, "Who did this?"

Aglaia didn't know, she slowly walked around the huge dragon corpse. There were countless catheters attached to this fire dragon, which looked like an abandoned experiment.

Going forward, I saw a fire dragon lying on the ground again. This is a fire dragon with short wings, and the whole body is dark red. It is not clear whether it is the dried blood or the color of the scale itself.

The moment she saw it, Aglaia recognized it. It was an adult fireball dragon.

This scene made Aglaia's heart twitch, and the death of the fire dragon was definitely not a normal phenomenon.

Fatil squatted down, poked the dragon's stiff eyes with his wand, and said softly: "It's been dead for more than two months, and the cause of death is excessive blood loss."

"How are these dragons in the cave?"

Fatil didn't answer, and walked forward.

Aglaia followed behind him, and continued to ask in a low voice: "You know, don't you know dragons very well?"

Fatil pushed her shoulder: "You stay here and don't move, go wait for me outside the cave."

"What are you doing?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Fatil's face sank.

Aglaia rubbed her shoulders and walked out reluctantly.

However, just a few steps away, she heard a roar from inside the cave, which was somewhat familiar. Aglaia looked startled, and immediately turned her head: "Elizabeth."

Afterwards, she followed the sound and ran forward around the dragon corpse.

Fatil was startled, and immediately gave up the inspection, and stepped forward in three steps, trying to hold her back.

But Aglaia moved quickly, and she turned the corner of the cave.

Came to an unusually wide hall.

This huge cave seems to be like a dragon's cemetery. It is full of dead dragons, all adult dragons, Welsh green dragons, short-nosed dragons, and egg-eyed dragons.

Aglea was stunned.

She looked up and saw a row of fire dragons of various colors hanging in the midair of the cave. It was the missing young dragons. They were all chained by thick steel chains and hung from the top of the cave.

There are various pipes inserted into their bodies, and the pipes are bright red, with red blood flowing inside. They flowed from the dragon's neck and finally gathered on a huge metal operating table.

A man with a beard and hair was standing beside a huge metal operating table, waving his wand at a gray dragon egg more than a foot long.

While waving his wand, he growled sharply: "Idiot, have you picked the medicine yet?"

Aglea was startled, thinking she had been spotted.

But soon she knew that the other party didn't find her, and he was scolding her son.

The half-giant boy frantically took out the potion from the bag.

"Here it comes. Pick it back."

"hurry up!!"

Norbert Hagrid didn't know that someone had sneaked into the cave, and he still cursed: "Don't make me wait too long, the fusion failed, I will throw you into the cauldron!"

"Yes, yes." Hagrid took out a medicine jar in horror, and put the fungus in it, smashing it frantically.

After cursing, he stood in front of the huge operating table, dangling a test tube filled with red liquid, muttering words. As he grunted, the reagent was constantly changing colors.

Norbert Hagrid looked at the potion that was constantly changing colors, his eyes were extremely frenzied: "It's almost. It's almost there."

However, at this moment, there was another crisp sound next to it.

As if something was broken.

Aglaia looked back and saw the half-giant boy groping around on the ground in a hurry. It turned out that he accidentally broke the medicine pot, and the collected medicines were scattered all over the ground.

Norbert Hagrid shuddered, his eyes turned red quickly, he grinned, and the expression on his face became annoyed.

"Asshole!"

With a shuddering scream from his beard, his wand turned into a purple whip, and he rushed forward with the whip in his hand.

"you!"

Annoyed, Noble raised his whip, ready to hit him.

The big boy shivered in fright.

Hastily began to tidy up the things on the ground.

There was a flash of struggle on the face of the unshaven man, and then his eyes became clear again. He glanced at the whip in his hand with hatred, and muttered: "Fucking trash."

At this time, Fatil also came from behind her, his body swayed twice, and he whispered in disbelief:

"Hagrid!?"

His voice is not loud, it can be said to be very soft.

But Norbert Hagrid felt as if he had been electrocuted. He turned his head abruptly and drew out his wand.