Kuman Thong is a peculiar product from Southeast Asia with a history of more than 100 years, and is also called it

"Golden Boy" or

"Buddha boy" means to attract good luck or to shelter worshippers. At the same time, the boys in Kuman Thong are called 'Kuman Thong' and the girls are called 'Kuman Li'.

Thailand's relatively orthodox Kuman Thong production is not in the ranks of black magic, those who are made of different materials to make the appearance of a child, and are blessed by a high monk or mage, so that the soul of a child who has had an abortion or died in an accident is housed, and the donor will also be blessed for himself and future generations.

With incense as the staple food and a kind nature, the Buddha plaque made by Kuman Thong made by the child who is offered to bring shelter is also known as the Yang Plaque.

Most of them were made by white-clothed Azan or eminent monks in temples, i.e. the practice of orthodox shamans.

Usually the raw materials of this kind of amulet are copper, pollen, and ancient plaque fragments. On the contrary, Kuman Tong, which is classified as a black magic player, is a yin card.

Different from the traditional Kuman Thong, the Yin brand Kuman Thong can bring stronger good luck, and the Buddha cards are mostly made of corpse oil, grave soil, dead human bones, dead human skins and other Yin materials.

If the Yang brand Kuman Tong is a good spirit, as long as the pious worship not only will not be harmful, but also the family will be safe for generations, once the Yin brand Kuman Tong is completed, although it can bring thousands of times more powerful luck than the Yang brand Kuman Tong, but as long as the worshipper stops worshipping, it will backfire the worshipper.

It is not uncommon for Kuman Thong to hurt or kill the worshippers. In Thailand, it is not uncommon for dark wizards to disobey international secrecy laws for money, and they sell those shady Kuman Tong to Muggles in need, which has far-reaching effects and is also a headache for the Thai Ministry of Magic.

The yang brand Kuman Tong cannot be called black magic, and the yin brand Kuman Tong is too black magic. Ranko saw the tall, thin wizard in a blood-colored robe raise his wand, and a baby that looked swollen and soaked in water jumped up along his wand, trying to reach the flying dragon wings.

Laughter and crying come and go, and the noise makes people's heads hurt. This kind of black magic full of regional characteristics is rarely seen in the world, but Professor Fancent's specialty of black magic is also of this type, I don't know if this is the reason why he has a preference for this student.

"Hilal, can you stop using your imps." Azan in black turned his head and saw the witch walking not far from him, rather embarrassed.

The witch has healthy wheat-colored skin, and looks smart and clever with a hint of vitality unique to her age, unlike other wizards.

It is located on the roof near the castle tower, and the wind and heavy snow are getting worse, and the slightest mistake can cause you to fall from tens or hundreds of meters high.

Some wizards were very clever and hid in other places in the castle that were not easy to notice, thinking that it was better to be scolded later than to lose their lives now, and such people accounted for nearly half of the people in the sixth year.

The black-clothed Azan was silent, but the crying or fussing voice was quiet.

"I say, what the hell does Professor Malfoy want to see, fight with the fire dragon? Is he crazy or are we crazy? Seeing that the black-clothed Azan did not speak, the witch continued to chatter, and soon saw that this person really didn't react at all, she rushed forward, and the black-clothed Azan stumbled, almost not falling.

"Hilal, what about you!" The roar of the fire dragon suddenly remembered, and the strong wind carried the icy and solidified snowflakes, and suddenly smashed the person on his back.

The black-clothed Azan was a little annoyed, and the wand in his hand suddenly spewed out a cold and dark flame, burning all the way up along the frost.

"Maia Mijit." His voice was very dark, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he was very hoarse.

"Huh?"

"Mind your own business." The witch was a little speechless, she couldn't understand the thinking of this straight man of steel at all: "I said ......" The fire dragon waved its wings again, and the fire was blown back at once, making the two of them toss again, interrupting the conversation.

"I said—what the hell did the professor want to see, he should know that we couldn't defeat a dragon, and that wasn't some children's toy for little wizards to play with!" The black-clothed Azan was really annoyed, pinched the Buddha card in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Then you go and ask the professor to see what result he wants." The witch looked surprised: "What a good idea! How I didn't expect that! Azan in black: "......"

"Wait, I'll go and ask, you first take this, well, what is this called Hera, isn't it, Hesidiry...... Oh no matter! You give me a top! I'll ask! "Azan in black: "......" didn't know what language to use to refute for a while.

He looked at the fire dragon flying higher and higher above his head, and his brow furrowed slightly. For some reason, he always felt that this fire dragon was not quite right, and he had spare strength, just dealing with them, as if he was acting...... Yes, it's acting...... Something to do with the professor's orders?

"Roar—" The dragon's breath fell from the sky again, and this time the ignited snow turned into water, and the water turned into an icy gas again, and suddenly a thick mist covered the surroundings.

"Professor, Professor!" Professor Malfoy looked up, and the wizard who raised the imp had disappeared in front of him.

A famous-haired witch jumped from a height and caught herself with a large transfiguration charm, and the black-haired witch made it to Professor Malfoy.

"Miss Zhang." Professor Malfoy faced this witch with a Chinese style from the point of view of her surname, and asked with his head as always, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"I want to ask when today's test will be over." Miss Zhang didn't seem to be afraid of the Dark Arts Professor at all, and when she heard the noise, she turned her head to look in the direction of the sky, and found that the fire dragon seemed to be flying higher.

"Maybe it will be over soon." Professor Malfoy said.

"Ah" Zhang He nodded, and just wanted to continue to ask something, she suddenly turned her head. 'Malfoy——! The dragon's voice fell on Professor Malfoy's ears, and his voice was furious and fierce, and he sounded a little kind.

Of course, it would be impolite to have something in this kind of voice that is translated from a contract. 'Die!

'Azan in black jumped from the top floor of the castle, as did the other wizards. The blazing flames were suddenly a hundred times stronger than before, the ice and snow melted, the mist boiled, and a strong dragon's breath fell from the sky, smashing towards the blonde boy standing on the second floor of the castle.

The scorching temperature seemed to burn even the strands of hair, and beside Ranko, the fluttering and slapping book suddenly stopped, and the name of the fire dragon on the page where it stayed glowed red, like lava.

He sighed. 'It's a rare opportunity, but wouldn't you be too impatient?' Many of the creatures sealed in the weird book were forcibly dragged in by him, and they were enslaved by indenture, and fifty years have passed, and there are not a few people who want to rebel, but they have been trapped in the weird book and have no chance.

After being summoned, this fire dragon also made a look of 'I am very good, I am obedient, I will not rebel at all', and now it has to fly high in the air to reveal its true nature...... This kind of person who wants to be free and wants him to die, hey, how to say it, there are so many greedy.

Professor Malfoy looked at the dragon with some pity, he didn't even use his wand. Joke, this is Durmstrang, such a big fire dragon has long been targeted.

The school's will may have sharpened its knives, and it is only ready to let out a bad breath. It's not too much to say that you stupid dragon is a big grudge.

If you don't stab you, who will the fireball be less powerful, maybe the school's will will let you go, and it will be made into a dragon film?