The moment he saw those dragons, Hoffa immediately thought of Heltzburg, the elf town that had been destroyed by the fire dragon. And the man who brought himself to Grindelwald.

The magical biology class actually involved the teaching of dragons, and for a while, countless possibilities flashed through his mind, could it be that the man in front of him was the culprit who destroyed Heiltsburg?

If so, then was he a Grindelwald subordinate who came with the intention of destroying the school?

He thought so to himself, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to Aglaia's face, only to see her pale looking at the group of young dragons on the table. She was also a witness to that terrible destruction, and perhaps she was thinking about something similar to Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head, no, no, he doesn't look like it, and secondly, if it's really him, how could he throw his daughter in the fire?

There are so many wizards in the world, who can tame dragons, and there must be more than one who studies dragons. There is no direct evidence that the other party is the mysterious dragon master.

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

As he spoke, he pointed to a palm-sized blue-green young dragon: "The Welsh green dragon, the most stealthy of all the fire dragons, can be called the chameleon of dragons. They can even be so close that you can't even notice it. But the strength is small, the body is on the thin side, and the flight speed is not fast. ”

Then he pointed to a large brown and black young dragon: "Hungarian Tree Peak, the dragon that breathes the farthest of all dragons, breathes fifty feet when it is an adult, and the limit distance is even eighty feet, and it is also a relatively large type of dragon.

There are almost no weaknesses to speak of, and if you have to say, its flight speed is average among dragons. ”

Hoffa glanced at the sleeping dragon with his eyes squinted, and wondered if this was the opponent Harry was going to face in the future, and it looked so docile now.......

Fatil walked over to a fat young dragon, yellow-green, at first glance like a stone, with a nose similar to that of a pig, and was sleeping soundly.

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

The fat dragon just snorted lazily and puffed out a puff of smoke, with no intention of waking up.

"Swedish short-nosed dragon. The dragon has the strongest defense among the dragons, but it is lazy by nature and is not very mobile. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young black dragon suddenly rushed out from the side, arching the sleeping short-nosed young dragon away, it raised its head and rubbed its sharp head against Fatil's hand, as if to please him, and seemed to provoke him.

Fatil pushed the black dragon away: "The black dragon of the Hirshidi Islands is one of the native fire dragons of Britain, the most aggressive of all the fire dragons, and the largest one, with very strong strength, but relatively clumsy in action, and not very high IQ. ”

Black Dragon. Is it the fire dragon that left with the fireball that night, and its strength is really strong.

Hoffa's gaze drifted to Fatil's face again. This guy knows this about dragons?

After introducing a few of the larger baby dragons, Fatil walked over to another table, which was filled with smaller baby dragons.

He pointed to a young dragon with a black ridge on its brass-colored spine and said, "The Peruvian Poison Tooth Dragon is the smallest of all known fire dragons, but the fastest flying dragon. Teething is toxic. ”

The fanged baby dragon swayed through the table like lightning, knocking the other baby dragons to and fro like an ADHD child.

Fatil then took the young dragon alone and threw it into the large dragon pile on the other table.

The Peruvian fanged dragon was still bumping around, looking stubborn, but unexpectedly it was turned over by the short-nosed dragon with a snort, pressed under its buttocks, and couldn't move. It squeaked. The short-nosed dragon lifted its buttocks, and the fanged dragon was not hurt, but it didn't make a fuss, and even licked the short-nosed dragon's butt.

The students below couldn't help but laugh.

Fatil Drazes exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Dragons are extremely social creatures and the greatest opportunists, and weak dragons will cling to more powerful creatures, but they will not submit to each other.

When you are stronger than it, it will not hesitate to give in to you, and when you are weak, he will not hesitate to devour you, so if you want to become a top dragon trainer, you must understand its weaknesses. ”

After a pause, Professor Drazes continued to introduce the other dragons: "Australian Albumin, the most colorful fire dragon, is extremely beautiful in appearance, but its saliva contains dragon pox-carrying venom, and it is a stealthy and dangerous killer, but it is very small in size and very, very weak. ”

Then, he pointed to a young dragon that shone as red as glass:

"Fireball Dragon, a very rare dragon species. The Chinese fireball has the warmest breath of any dragon, and according to legend, the alchemists of the ancient East used the breath of the fireball dragon to refine secret medicines. But flying is its weak point, and its wings have degenerated under the cultivation of Eastern alchemists. ”

After a pause, Drazes continued, "Since I mentioned the East, I might as well say a little bit about extracurricular lessons.

In terms of dragon taming, the alchemists of the East have always been at the forefront of the world, their way of dragon training and Europe has an essential difference, Oriental witchcraft pays attention to the taming of the "heart", the unity of man and nature, and not simply taming.

And what exactly is the "heart", each dragon trainer has his own answer. If you can, I hope you'll find your own answers this year. ”

The students present were confused, and it was obvious that all the students had heard Professor Drazes's words about the Eastern Wizard.

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

"Don't you have half the blood over there, tell me, what's the heart?"

Hoffa only smiled wryly. He had not been educated in traditional Oriental witchcraft, and the wizards of the East were never described in the original book, and Miranda came to ask herself how she could possibly know.

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After Professor Drashes had introduced all the dragons, there was a bit of a commotion among the students below, especially some of the boys, who were almost impatient to make contact with the young dragons.

As if to see the boys' wishes, Fatil spat out a smoke ring and said, "These dragons have just come out of their shells, and they are at their most vulnerable. It's also the time when you need to take care of it the most, so each of you comes over and chooses a favorite dragon and takes care of it in the wild.

In the process, I will monitor and correct your behavior. Be sure to note that when you choose a dragon, the dragon also chooses you, and it will see through your weaknesses at a glance and attack your weaknesses......"

Before he could finish speaking, the students stepped forward and gathered around the table, whispering excitedly. Under the temptation of the young fire dragon, they did not even listen carefully to Fatil's admonitions.

Hoffa was no exception, he was so curious about these creatures that he had been chased by in Heildsburg, and he would have liked to know more about them if he could.

He looked down the table one by one, walked over to the short-nosed dragon, and thought the lazy fellow was a little cute, so he reached out and wanted to touch him.

But the short-nosed dragon that was sleeping soundly seemed to have seen a ghost, it suddenly opened its eyes, rolled on the spot, dodged him, and opened its mouth to let out a small dragon's breath at him, and the air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur.

This...... Hoffa eats hot and retracts his hand.

Hoffa turned to the side of the other juvenile Hungarian treebee and was about to reach out. The sleeping tree wasp sensed something, and it opened its mouth to bite him, and Hoffa quickly withdrew his hand.

The Hungarian tree bee bites into the air. It sped back, hiding behind the chubby short-nosed dragon, watching him warily.

Weird......

Hoffa had no choice but to turn to the Fireball Dragon's side.

I thought, for the sake of having oriental blood, this fireball should accept itself.

However, as soon as he walked up to the side of the small fireball, the fireball immediately curled up and clumped vigilantly, two puffs of white smoke erupted from its nostrils, and a high temperature of gas came out of its whole body.

Fireball didn't take him in either.

He spun around in the middle of the group of young dragons, but all of them fled as fast as they could when they touched his hand. No one, big or small, was willing to accept him.

Soon, the fire dragon present was picked clean by the other students. Aglaia held a Welsh green dragon in the crook of her arm, while Miranda carried a fanged dragon and stroked it with interest. The Hungarian tree bee hunched proudly over Sherlock's head, its head held 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 had got dragons, so he continued:

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

Play brings more unknown consequences than learning, and coping with these unknown consequences develops a predator's resilience. There are creatures that excel the most at playing the game to become apex predators.

Dragons are only about a year old, and within a year they will quickly become adults and be removed from their parents' care, and I need you to ....... this year."

As he spoke, Fatil saw an arm raised in the air.

He frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Hoffa: "I didn't pick a dragon. ”

"What?"

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

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

There was a low laugh around, and in the midst of the laughter, Sherlock teased, "Big hero, come out with some courage." ”

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

He was not happy, but he didn't have a seizure on his face, just looked at Drazeth.

Fatil seemed to see the displeasure of the young man in front of him, he raised his hand to stop the student's coaxing, and asked Hoffa, "Have you ever raised any other dragons?"

Hoffa looked up: "I didn't. ”

"Strange ......" he walked over to Hoffa, leaned over and sniffed at him, then looked carefully into Hoffa's eyes.

"You're the boy from that night?"

"It's me. ”

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

Hoffa licked his lips, "Why?"

"How to train a dragon is the art of domination, and if the young dragon can't accept you, it's not the right path for you, or rather, you're not ready. ”

There was no sound on all sides, and it was already dark at the moment, Huo Fa looked at the flickering eyes of the dragons around him, and felt a little unwilling for a while, he swam more than fifty kilometers by himself, did he get this result.

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