Time

A week ago.

Snow falls heavily in the Scottish moors. With her wand in one hand and Fatil in the other, Aglaia trudged 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. His robes were in tatters, his hair was covered with snow, and his ears were frozen out of the woods.

Fatil, on the other hand, was bandaged in his lower abdomen, stumbling, and looking half-dead.

In front of them, there was a dilapidated wooden hut, presumably left over from a hunter's summer hunting.

At this moment, more than half a month has passed since the attack on Fatil. Half a month ago, in the cave, the half-giant Hagrid stabbed Fatil in half. Aglaia was proficient in potions, and he scavenged a little medicinal herbs in the cave and refined a white fresh, which saved his father's life.

She hopes to bring Fatil back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. But the injuries were too severe, and coupled with the sudden heavy snowfall, all she could do was stop and go, collecting herbs as she went, trying to alleviate Fatil's worsening injuries.

Standing in front of the abandoned hunter's hut, she lowered Fatil and kicked open the wooden door. There was nothing in the abandoned wooden house, only a few bits of firewood.

"Damn it!"

Aglaia cursed as she touched Fatil's neck.

The pulse is as thin as a gossamer.

She unfastened the duffel bag on her back. There were only a few things in the luggage, a gray dragon egg, and a few medicine jars. The dragon egg was captured from that cave, and Aglaia had no interest in it.

She took the medicine jar and slowly uncovered the gauze on Fatil's lower abdomen, the wound that had been stabbed by the half-giant was still hideous, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the organs were wriggling.

An unseen force pulled Fatil up like a puppet and put him in a pose.

As Aglaia applied the potion, she saw a black shadow slowly writhing on the ground, and with each wriggling, Fatil changed her position, as if a ghost was holding him.

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

However, Hogwarts was still a week or so away, and she had to find some spare hemostatic and muscle-building medicines. Otherwise, Fatil may not survive this short week.

She straightened the gauze and stood up to look at the snowy woodland outside.

She had to gather enough healing medicine in a short period of time, or Fatil would most likely die in the wilderness.

After making up her mind, she added a handful of dry wood to the fire. Stepping out of the cabin, we re-entered the snowy woodland.

Alone in the icy north of Scotland, the task is unbelievably difficult even for wizards.

She kept peeling away the snow and trying to find the herbs buried under the snow, but often all she got was disappointment. It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and without herbs, she cannot conjure potions out of thin air.

At this moment, a creaking stampede was heard in the snow in the distance. As soon as she turned her head, she straightened up.

A two-meter-tall shadow slowly emerged from the snow. It has brown scales, apricot-yellow eyes, and spikes.

It was the Hungarian tree wasp they had rescued. However, compared to half a month ago, this Hungarian tree bee is bigger again.

After the tree wasp appeared, the other rescued fire dragons also slowly emerged from the snow, albumin-eyed, fanged dragons...... One of them, an obese Swedish short-nosed dragon, had an elk in its mouth that was still twitching.

The elk had been bitten through its lower abdomen, and blood was dripping like a bewitching plum blossom on the snow.

It was the dragons who had come back from hunting, and Aglaia was both happy and vigilant in her heart, happy that she could fill her stomach. Be wary that the dragons won't give the deer to themselves.

Sure enough, the Swedish short-nosed dragon threw the reindeer on the snow, swaying around with a chirp, and looked at Aglaia.

And the Hungarian tree bee at the head looked at Agrea and tentatively spewed out a ball of flames, with apricot yellow eyes, with a provocation.

Although tired, cold and hungry, Aglaia held her head high in the face of the dragons. His expression was extremely solemn. His gaze did not flinch in the slightest.

She knew that if she slacked off in her spirit, the dragons would not hesitate to tear her apart, and then select a new leader of the dragons.

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

But only those relatively large fire dragons, they are more vigorous, and they will not easily give up the opportunity to challenge the position of the leader.

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

"Roar!!"

It screamed.

It seems that there is a desire for further action.

Aglaia immediately raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A stealthy Welsh green dragon emerges from the snow and slams away from the Hungarian tree wasp.

The tree bee suffers and wants to get angry.

Aglaia scolded, "That's enough. ”

The two words weighed as much as a thousand words, and the tree bees that challenged the leader of the Aglaia dragon group fell silent. The Swedish short-nosed dragon behind it snorted and chirped, arching the reindeer, which was still on the low trumpet, in front of Aglaia.

Aglaia breathed a sigh of relief, this gesture meant that the dragons still recognized her position as leader. In a dragon society, only the leader has the ability to distribute food.

She drew a dagger and held the reindeer's neck.

"I'm sorry. ”

She pressed her head to the reindeer's head and whispered.

The dagger pierced the neck and severed the reindeer's spine. The reindeer whined, their eyes drifted and relaxed.

Aglaia spat out a mouthful of white mist, forced her cold face to endure the discomfort, and cut a piece of meat from the reindeer's hind legs, which even caused her phantom pain, but she had no choice.

After cutting the meat, stick the dagger back into your waist.

The Hungarian tree bee immediately stuck to it, and Aglaia nodded, touching its spiky head to get out of the way. The treebee circled the reindeer and bit off a leg heavily.

This action was like ringing the bell of the meal, and the dragons pounced. Watching the dragons compete for food, no dragon cares about himself. Aglaia sighed imperceptibly.

"Damn..... It's not a human job. ”

Aglaia leaned against the trunk of the tree to herself, and with the fire dragon, she must maintain absolute confidence and maintain an absolute leadership posture at all times.

If the dragon sees that he is depressed, he is afraid that he will be devoured in minutes. Even the green dragon closest to him is, in essence, a green dragon.

The social laws of dragons have no warmth at all, only ruling and being ruled.

After a moment of respite and rest, she took the venison and put it on top with a stick, and found a corner away from the dragons, intending to make a fire. Eat something and then hit the road to find medicine.

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

Her high posture so far has been pretended, even the green dragon who is most familiar with herself, she can't show the slightest weakness.

is like a down-and-out businessman who goes to the bank for a loan, no matter how poor he is, he has to dress up with a glamorous appearance, and that kind of glamour is sad to think about.

The venison gradually cooked, and a hint of meat aroma gradually spread through the forest. Aglaia took the dagger, ready to cut a piece of venison to eat,

"Hey. ”

There was a shout from behind him.

She turned her head vigilantly to see a man with a bow and arrows slowly emerging from the woods, a hunter with tangled hair, a frozen red face, a dirty leather glove and a moleskin hat, and a wand at his waist.

"Hey, where did you get your meat?"

The hunter asked, looking at Aglaia.

Seeing someone coming, Aglaia immediately stood up and drew her wand vigilantly, this was the first time she had seen a wizard other than Fatil in all these days.

In this wilderness, she had to add a few more eyes.

The hunter walked up to Aglaea, bow and arrow, and looked her up and down.

"It's venison, I just lost a deer. ”

Said the hunter.

Having lost a deer, Aglaia wondered if her dragon had been snatched from him. She glanced slightly sideways behind her, the fire dragons competing for food were very blurred in the wind and snow.

"I don't know. ”

Aglaia lied and said indifferently, "This is what I prepared from home. ”

"Why did you come here as big a little girl? ”

The hunter looked at Aglaia silently.

"Lost?"

"Picnic. ”

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

"Where's your friend?"

"Elsewhere, what's your business?"

"Can I have a bite to eat?"

The hunter pointed to the venison and asked, "I've been walking for most of the day, and I'm hungry now." ”

Aglaia didn't answer, she held her wand, and the meaning was already very obvious. But the hunter did not leave, he took the initiative to put away his bow and arrows, nor did he draw his wand, but asked quite calmly:

"Do you need anything, I can exchange it with you. ”

"Is there any medicine, Bai Xian?"

Aglaia almost blurted out.

"If you have one, you can sell me a little, and I'll give you a good price. ”

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

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

"Lead the way. Aglaia held her wand.

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

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

Aglaia did not answer.

The hunter smiled.

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