The story begins.

In the far north, in the bitter cold, a ferocious dragon lurks.

The gray scales covered almost all of his body, from the torso of his upper body to the horned claws, gradually transitioning from gray to black, walking down the spine, and suddenly extending a pair of extremely strong wings, many of which turned upside down, as if sharp blades grew out of his bones.

The green eyes are like clear emerald gems, and the marks around the eye sockets are like the accumulation of countless black rocks that have gone through vicissitudes.

With the flick of his wings, a violent snowstorm will blow up from the snowfield, and with a flick of his claws, the towering snow-capped mountains will also collapse and collapse.

It doesn't need to eat, it can sustain itself by drinking snow and ice, and it is not a few creatures of the same dimension as those subspecies dragons, and he has intelligence close to or even more than that of humans.

But he was greedy by nature.

He loves wealth and is cruel and murderous.

With their almost infinite magic and strong physique, the evil dragon invaded unscrupulously, destroying them step by step from rich villages and towns to entire countries, overturning countless buildings, sometimes burning cities, sometimes freezing for thousands of miles.

In the process, he collected countless riches, and built a gorgeous palace out of thin air in the originally pure white and clear ice and snow, which was purely made of gold.

And in the evening he went back, and fell asleep in the palace, occasionally picking up some of his trophies with his sharp claws, and the smug spectator,

As a dragon, they love shiny things, and he does everything he can to plunder, and the palace where he lives hides countless treasures, his pillow is a square pillow strung with countless pearl strands, and his bed is also made of pure gold, reinforced by magic, and the light and shadow above his head are inextinguishable, which is the largest night pearl in the world.

In short, all the extravagant things in the world are taken by it for its own use.

He didn't care if others would laugh at his so-called "vulgar" tastes, he just knew that it was enough for him to feel pleasure.

Xia Worm can't talk about ice, and how can these inferior races understand his happiness?

The only value of their existence is to collect good treasures and then make it easier for them to plunder.

Innumerable warriors, knights, and even the united armies sent out dragon-slaying teams, holding their swords high, but they could not even touch his skin, and with a single breath, the poor human beings were reduced to ice sculptures, and the beautiful ones were turned into one of his collections, and the ugly ones were perhaps completely frozen in the ground.

Like all clichéd plots, it captures the wealth of the royal family while destroying another country.

A young girl with a sad expression stood in front of him who was about to leave.

"Oh, another fish that slipped through the net. He opened his mouth wide and bared his sharp teeth, ready to breathe and kill the human girl.

Only, just after he inhaled.

His emerald green pupils contracted.

The girl's cold eyes pierced his heart in an instant.

He never imagined that one day he would see that kind of stubborn emotion in the eyes of human beings, that bitter hatred, which aroused his interest.

Maybe it's the dragon that doesn't have a female at all nearby, or maybe the girl's gaze is too clear.

A swelling greed grew madly from his heart, and he suddenly felt that all the wealth he had acquired before could be discarded, as long as the girl was willing to follow him.

It was an instinct in the blood, and it was impossible to resist.

"Conquered by me. The black dragon opened his bloody jaw, stared with his dark blue menacing eyes, and commanded the girl in human language.

The girl is stubborn, even in the face of the threat of death.

"You're too cruel for me to be conquered by you, unless you stop killing, then I might consider it. The girl said indifferently.

"Never? that's not realistic. The dragon's head shook a little.

"Ten years, ten years, how about it?" said the girl stubbornly, looking up.

It was extremely accidental, on a whim, and he moved his heart for a moment.

"Ten years? It's just a dream. ”

"But remember the oath. The dragon said.

Then the air on the city wall suddenly turned cold, and layers of ice froze from the girl's footsteps to her head.

Staring at the ice sculpture, he felt that everything was tasteless, and sharp bone spurs were inserted into the corner of the ice, and he left with the frozen girl.

He convinced himself that it was because he was bored that he opened up to this girl.

And not for some other reason - such as the ridiculous "love".

He thought he might just be a little tired of this life all of a sudden.

The dragon then abandoned the palace and dived beneath the glacier with its massive body, falling into a deep sleep.

Ten years is nothing for a long-lived dragon.

But when he woke up again.

He was horrified to find that his claws were blunt, and his teeth were no longer sharp.

The wings are no longer strong, and the wings that used to be able to set off a huge northern wind with a random wave have now died down.

He soon weakened.

He's dead.

Died in boundless despair.

He lost his strength and died worse than a dog.

The ice gradually dissolved, and the girl still looked indifferently at the dragon that had imprisoned her for more than ten years, expressionless, and then the snowflakes drifted again and covered her body.

In this world, there seems to be no existence that can conquer her.

The story is over.

"Doesn't it sound like it's up and down at all, yes, there are many things in this world, but there is no logic, and the abrupt twists make it more ridiculous than the poetry of our bards, such as the evil dragon falling in love, maybe in its aesthetic is an ugly human girl, and it let her go. ”

"I don't know what I want to tell you in this story, because there are many things in the world that are far-fetched and forcibly interpreted, and people only want to see what they want and ignore the objective things. ”

"What do you think about this story?"

"Perhaps, what you think, what kind of answer you will get in the future. ”

The last yellowed page of the book seems to be a self-portrait of the bard, staring at the reader outside the written book with a mocking gaze, his sly eyes rolling.

"What does that mean. Ron scratched his red hair and frowned, staring at the book in front of him, then turned the page and closed it again.

Hermione made her way to the library and found the two of them between the shelves.

Show them the story.

Reap what you sow?

The dragon gave up and continued to do evil, but in the end, the girl didn't fall in love with him and died.

Hermione frowned, "There must be something else." Then he shook his head and decided not to think about it for a while.

Now she felt a little sleepy, tilted her head, looked at the black shelves full of books, raised her hand to cover her lips, and yawned slightly.

"By the way, Harry, where's your cloak of invisibility?"

Harry, who had been silent all along, had been staring at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking, not even noticing Hermione's questioning.

"Huh? What do you say? He seemed to be relieved at this point.

"Your cloak of invisibility. Hermione repeated.

"Maybe it was stolen by the guy who knocked you unconscious. ”

"What?" Hermione's face showed a look of surprise.

"Your Cloak of Invisibility in Dumbledore's office?"

"It's also possible that it's not there. Harry shook his head.

"Maybe he fell into the other side of the veil with the headmaster, he borrowed it from me, but he didn't find it among the relics. Harry said disappointedly.

A look of disappointment quickly appeared on Hermione's face.

Another clue was broken.