183 Chapter 50, Dragon Group Leader

time

a week ago.

It was snowing heavily on the moors of Scotland. Aglaia held the magic wand in one hand and supported Fatil in the other, trudging through the snow with one foot deep and the other shallow.

At this moment, both of them were in extremely poor condition. Aglaia's fingers were blue from the cold, and there was not much blood on her face. The robes on his body were torn, his hair was covered with snow, and his ears were slit in two places.

Fatil, on the other hand, was wrapped in a bandage on his lower abdomen, stumbling around, in a state of half-dead dissociation.

In front of them, there is a dilapidated wooden house, probably a building left by a hunter after hunting in summer.

At this moment, more than half a month has passed since Fatil was attacked. In the cave half a month ago, the half-giant Hagrid stabbed Fatiel right through. Aglaia was proficient in potions, searched for some medicinal materials in the cave, and refined a pair of white fresh, which was the only way to hang his father's life.

She hoped that Fatil could be brought back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. However, the injury was too serious, coupled with the sudden heavy snowfall, all she could do was stop and go, collecting herbs while walking, trying to alleviate Fatil's deteriorating injury.

Standing in front of this abandoned hunter's hut, she put down Fatil and kicked open the wooden door. There is nothing in the abandoned wooden house, only sporadic firewood.

"Damn it!"

Aglea cursed secretly, and she touched Fadil's neck.

The pulse is as thin as a gossamer.

She undid the duffel bag on her back. There were only a few things in the luggage, a gray dragon egg, and a few bottles of medicine jars. The dragon egg was seized from that cave, and Aglea was not interested in it.

Holding the medicine jar, she slowly lifted the gauze on Fatil's lower abdomen. The wound stabbed by the half-giant was still hideous, with blood and flesh in it, and internal organs wriggling.

An invisible force pulled Fatil up like a puppet and put him into a pose.

While Aglaia was applying the medicine, he saw a mass of black shadow slowly wriggling on the ground. Every time it wriggled, Fatil changed his posture, as if a ghost was holding him.

After applying the medicine, Aglaia looked at the medicine jar, and there was not much medicine left.

But there is still about a week away from Hogwarts, and she must find some spare drugs to stop bleeding and promote muscle growth. Otherwise, Fatil may not survive this short week.

She adjusted the gauze, stood up and looked at the snow-capped woodland outside the house.

She had to collect enough healing medicine in a short time, otherwise Fatil would probably die in this wild forest.

After making up her mind, she added a handful of dry wood to the fire. Walk out of the cabin and re-enter the snowy woodland.

Looking for medicine alone in the snowy northern part of Scotland, even for a wizard, the task is unbelievably difficult.

She kept digging through the snow, trying to find the herbs buried under the snow, but she often got only disappointment. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and she can't conjure potions out of thin air without herbs.

At this time, there was a crunching sound of trampling in the snow in the distance. She turned her head and immediately stood up straight.

A sound shadow with a height of two meters slowly appeared from the snow. It has brown scales, apricot eyes, and spikes all over its body.

It was the Hungarian Horntail they rescued. However, compared to half a month ago, this Hungarian Horntail was bigger.

After the Horntail appeared, the other rescued dragons also slowly emerged from the snow. One of the obese Swedish short-snosed dragons, Opaleye and Vipertooth, held a twitching elk in its mouth.

The elk was bitten through the lower abdomen, and blood dripped all over the snow like enchanting plum blossoms.

It was the dragons who came back from hunting, and Aglaia was both happy and vigilant, happy that she could fill her stomach. What is vigilant is that Long Qun will not obediently hand over the deer to himself.

Sure enough, the Swedish short-nosed dragon threw the reindeer on the snow, whimpered and dangled, and looked at Aglaia.

The leader, the Hungarian Horntail, looked at Aglaia, and tentatively spewed out a flame, provocative in the apricot-yellow eyeballs.

Although he was exhausted, cold and hungry, Aglea held his head high in the face of the dragons. His expression was extremely solemn. His gaze didn't flinch in the slightest.

She knew that if she slacked off in the slightest, the dragons would tear her apart without hesitation, and then choose a new leader of the dragons.

The girl and the dragon group confronted each other for about half a minute, and most of the small fire dragons in the group lowered their heads.

But only those few larger fire dragons are more vigorous, and they will not easily give up the opportunity to challenge the leadership position.

After staring for a long time, the Horntail stuck its head out.

"Roar!!"

It barks.

It seems that there is further action to be taken.

Aglea immediately raised her hand and snapped her fingers. An invisible Welsh green dragon emerged from the snow and slammed the Hungarian Horntail away.

The Horntail was in pain and wanted to get angry.

Aglaia snapped: "Enough."

The two words were so important, and the Horntail, who challenged the leader of the Aglaia dragon group, fell silent. The Swedish short-nosed dragon behind it came forward humming and chirping, and pushed the reindeer, which was still crouching, in front of Aglaia.

Aglaia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this action meant that the dragon group still recognized her status as leader. In dragon society, only the leader has the ability to distribute food.

She drew a dagger and put it on the reindeer's neck.

"sorry."

She put her head on the reindeer's head and whispered.

The dagger plunged into the neck, severing the reindeer's spine. The reindeer moaned, and their eyes were loose and relaxed.

Aglaia spit out a mouthful of white mist, suppressed the discomfort with a cold face, and cut a piece of meat from the reindeer's hind leg. This action even caused her phantom pain, but she had no choice.

After cutting the flesh, he inserted the dagger back into his waist.

The Hungarian Horntail immediately posted up, and Aglaia nodded, touched its spiked head, and stepped aside. The hornet circled the reindeer and bit off a leg hard.

This action was like ringing the bell for dinner, and all the dragons rushed forward. Watching the dragons vying for food, no dragon cares about himself. Aglaia sighed insignificantly.

"Damn. This job is simply not done by humans."

Aglaia leaned on the tree trunk talking to herself, and with the fire dragon, she must maintain absolute self-confidence and an absolute leadership posture all the time.

If the dragon sees that he has a dejected appearance, he is afraid that he will be swallowed up in minutes. Even the green dragon who is closest to him is still a green dragon in essence.

There is no tenderness in the social laws of dragons, only ruling and being ruled.

After panting and resting for a while, she carried the venison, put the venison on it with wooden sticks, and found a corner away from the dragons, planning to build a fire. Have something to eat before hitting the road to find medicine.

She didn't want to go on the road with Long Qun, it would be too tiring.

Her high profile so far is all pretended, even the green dragon who is most familiar with her, she can't show the slightest weakness.

Just like a down-and-out businessman who goes to the bank to get a loan, no matter how poor he is, he still has to look glamorous. Thinking about that glamor makes him sad.

The venison is gradually ripening, and a trace of meat fragrance gradually diffuses in the forest. Aglaia, dagger in hand, prepared to carve a piece of venison,

"Hello."

A cry came from behind.

She turned her head vigilantly, and saw a man with a bow and arrow slowly walking out of the forest. The man had tangled hair, a face that was blue from cold, and was wearing dirty leather gloves and a moleskin hat. With a wand, he is a hunter.

"Hey, where did you get your meat?"

The hunter looked at Aglaia and questioned.

Seeing someone approaching, Aglaia immediately stood up and drew out her wand vigilantly. This was the first time she saw a wizard other than Fatil in these days.

She had to pay more attention to this wilderness.

Holding the bow and arrow, the hunter walked to Aglaia's side step by step, looking her up and down.

"It's venison. I just lost a deer."

said the hunter.

Lost a deer, Aglaia thought, maybe her dragon was snatched from him. She turned her head slightly and glanced behind her, the fire dragons fighting for food were very blurred in the wind and snow.

"have no idea."

Aglaia lied and said indifferently: "I prepared this from home."

"You are such a big little girl, why did you come here?"

The hunter looked at Aglaia calmly.

"Lost?"

"picnic."

Aglaia half-truthfully said, "With my friends."

"Where's your friend?"

"Elsewhere, what does it matter to you?"

"Can I have some?"

The hunter pointed to the venison and asked, "I've been walking for a long time, and I'm very hungry now."

Aglaia didn't answer, she held up her wand, the meaning was already very obvious. But the hunter did not leave. He took the initiative to put away his bow and arrow, and did not draw out his wand. Instead, he asked quite calmly:

"Do you need anything, I can change it with you."

"Is there any medicine, Bai Xian?"

Aglea almost blurted out.

"If you have any, you can sell me a little, and I will give you a good price."

The hunter nodded, took out a knife, stuck it in the venison, cut off a piece and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Of course, but in the camp, if you want it, you have to come with me."

"Lead the way." Aglaia held up her wand.

"Can you stop pointing your wand at me, I'm not a bad person."

The hunter said, "My name is James. What's your name?"

Aglaia didn't answer.

Hunter smiled.

"Forget it, it seems that you just don't believe me. Come with me."

The five chapters updated before are at the beginning of this volume, and I have revised the beginning.