Section I

In the vast mountains and forests of northern Romania, Charlie Weasley and a few colleagues at the camp trudged through it. Based on their earlier observations, they found that there might be people hunting wild dragons illegally, which was a big problem for them as wild dragon researchers. According to the European Congress of Wizards in 1740, it was illegal to hunt and catch wild dragons in the wild without permission from the relevant authorities.

"This is already the third head, I really don't understand." Komolov gasped and grumbled, speaking with a thick Russian accent, like his thick beard. "Why do they catch so many dragons, is it to eat meat?"

"Maybe it's smuggling, I heard that wild dragons can be sold for hundreds of thousands of Galleons in the Americas." A man next to him said.

"Who knows." Charlie said hatefully, "All I know is that they ruined my vacation trip." ”

Several people nearby laughed, and after a while, someone shouted, "Here, I found blood." Several people gathered, Komolov dipped a little blood in his fingers, sniffed it carefully, licked it with his tongue, and said in a rough voice: "This is dragon blood, and the dragon should be nearby." ”

The group searched for the dragon's blood, and at some point, they found themselves going in circles, returning not far from where they had first discovered the dragon's blood.

"Somebody cast a spell here, maybe it's guarding the barrier or influencing magic or something." Charlie frowned and said, "I guess those dragon hunters are up there somewhere. ”

The bearded Komolov drew his wand, pointed forward, and said, "Stop." The others did the same, and as they went, they continued to use the spell of elimination, and soon the scenery in front of them began to distort and change, like rippling water. The crowd kept going, and after a few hours, they came to a valley deep in the forest.

"Right around here, there's more and more dragon's blood......" Before he could finish speaking, a powerful and terrifying wave of magic came from the front. The crowd looked at each other and quickened their pace, stunned everyone by what they saw as they passed through a dense thicket.

A large clearing had been cleared out of the valley, and a huge triangular magic circle was located in the middle of the clearing, and the three dragons were bound to the three feet of the magic circle by some kind of power. Bill could recognize that the three dragons were all native to the area, two Brachyceratosaurus and a Romanian green dragon, and the three dragons looked groggy and struggling weakly.

In the center of the magic array, a black flame was burning, and the black flame was spreading along the route of the magic array like flowing water, and at the same time, the oppressive magic fluctuations were becoming stronger and stronger.

"It's ...... What is this......" said the bearded Komolov in surprise.

"Maybe some kind of dark magic?" Charlie Yan said, "Maybe we should stop this qiē." ”

Before everyone could speak, the black flames had already covered the entire magic array, and in an instant, crimson light burst out from the magic array, and the three dragons howled in pain, and then, creepy, the three dragons began to wither, like dehydrated plants. Blood glowing crimson seeped from all over the dragon's body, and then converged on the black flame in the center of the magic array, like pouring gasoline on the flame, and the black flame rose violently.

"Hum hum hum - hehehehehe- hahahaha!" The icy laughter came from the flames, growing louder and louder, reverberating throughout the valley, and the clouds enveloped the valley at some point, making the valley dark and gloomy. An inexplicable feeling of depression came from the magic array, which became stronger and stronger, and the entire valley became dead silent, except for the cold laughter.

"I think we should get out of here." Bill stern said, "Inform the Ministry of Magic and the International Council of Magic of what is happening here." ”

"That's true." A person next to him said that his breathing was rapid, and the feeling of depression was getting stronger and stronger, which made the people present feel very uncomfortable, as if the strength was being withdrawn from the body in the slightest.

In the magic array, the three dragons had already died, and the red essence blood became less and less, and finally, when all the blood was gathered into the black flame, the flame jumped violently, contracted sharply, and became extremely condensed and thick, like a black cocoon, and the next moment, it suddenly exploded, and the violent storm blew the few people who were retreating to stand unsteadily.

"Merlin is on top......" Komolov was stunned, and so were the others-

A huge black dragon wing stretched out from the flames, and the black flames burned around the dragon wings, making it impossible to distinguish whether they were real or illusory. The dragon's wings flapped a few times vigorously, bringing up a fierce wind, and a loud dragon roar resounded throughout the mountain, echoing over the mountain for a long time, and the next moment, a black dragon with black flames burning around its body soared into the sky from the flames, bringing the rising black flames high into the sky.

The black dragon circled in the sky, its huge wings flapping, dispelling a lot of black clouds in the sky. He looked down at the earth, his golden eyes cold and sharp, radiating strength and majesty from the depths of his soul.

The dragon didn't stay long, it raised its head high, let out an earth-shattering roar, and then flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

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Section II

In the east of France, summer towns are decorated with sunshine, verdant plants and blooming flowers, and a relaxing natural atmosphere. The streets are lined with low, modest cottages, nestled among blooming flowers. Time slows down here, the tranquility is like the slow flow of the river, and the whole town is like a garden, not in reality, but in the dreamlike paintings.

A small courtyard, mostly shaded by a huge sycamore, under the shade of the tree, Hibiscus sat on a white bench, quietly reading the book in her hand, her long silver-white hair was like water, and the dappled light and shadow cast on the long hair by the sun through the branches and leaves, exuding a faint halo, it seemed so beautiful and peaceful.

Forbertol sat quietly on Fleur's shoulder, her black feathers radiating a cold sheen that contrasted with Fleur's long hair. As if sensing something, Forbertol flew up and circled the yard with a roar of joy.

"What's wrong, Forbertol?" Fleur put down the book and looked at the excited phoenix. Forbertol was only so excited when he was drinking his father's wine, or when Sauron arrived.

A black dragon flew into the courtyard, and Fleur looked at him with surprise and curiosity. This is a very small dragon, only as big as Forbertol, the black scales shine with a metallic luster, the original hideous dragon head does not look very scary because of its small size, only the golden eyes, showing the majesty and coldness of the dragon, but when looking at the girl, there is a hint of softness in the cold eyes.

The girl walked in front of the dragon, hesitated, squatted down and stretched out her hands to caress the black dragon, and looked at the golden eyes, looking at her own shadow clearly reflected in them.

"It's a familiar feeling." Fleur smiled.

"Sister, what is this?" A little girl rushed out of the room and said in surprise. She has the same long silver hair as Fleur, which shines like a cloud in the sun.

"It's a dragon, Gabrielle." Fleur smiled and said, "It's a little small, though." ”

Gabrielle's eyes widened in surprise, she had never seen a real dragon, even such a small dragon.

"Well, it doesn't bite, does it?" The little girl hesitated to come closer. "Where did it come from?"

Fleur smiled, but didn't speak, just looked at the dragon tenderly............

In the next few days, I occasionally saw a young girl in the town, with a black dragon lying on her shoulder, he became smaller than when he first arrived, and when he folded his wings, he was only wider than the palm of a person's hand, and he was miniature and cute, but his blade-like eyes were always cold and cold, and only when he looked at the girl, he showed a trace of gentle emotion.

Forbertol was held in Gabrielle's arms, and the little girl held the phoenix as if she were holding a turkey, which made the always proud phoenix look very unhappy, but whenever it tried to struggle, the little girl would hold her tighter, as if it were a doll trying to slip away.

"Excuse me, is that a dragon?" A curious voice asked.

Fleur turned to a girl with messy brown hair, apparently a little witch, as Muggles couldn't see dragons on their shoulders.

Fleur nodded and smiled and said, "He's cute, isn't he?" The dragon on her shoulder looked up at her, and as if he had a helpless swing of his head, he curled up and buried his head under his wings.

The little witch was a little surprised, and hesitated, "It's okay, but you know, dragons will grow up quickly, and they are dangerous." ”

"He's not going to hurt me, is he?" Fleur smiled confidently as she gently stroked the dragon on her shoulder. "My name is Fleur Delacour, and I go to school in Beauxbatons."

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I go to Hogwarts." Hermione said kindly, "Listen to your accent, are you French?" ”

Fleur nodded, "What about you?" ”

"I'm British, and my parents and I came here for a holiday." Hermione said, "It's beautiful, you live like this?" ”

"Like you, I'm here for a vacation." Fleur smiled and shook her head, "Sounds like you know dragons well. ”

Hermione looked a little helpless, "I don't know, actually, a few of my friends once secretly raised a dragon at school, and as a result, well, got into a lot of trouble." My friend Ron was bitten by a dragon and his finger was swollen for a week. ”

"Hehehehe......" Fleur smiled happily, she held the dragon on her shoulder in front of her hands, and looked at him carefully, "Well, it's really scary, then, you won't bite me." ”

The black dragon pulled his head out from under his wings, as if looking helplessly at the elf-like girl. Then, with a sharp probe, he gently bit her lip. Then he let out a cheerful cry like a successful plot, flapped his wings, and flew away.

Fleur was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red in an instant, she looked up at Hermione, who was a little unclear, said goodbye in a panic, and then left quickly with a red face.........