The iron fist struck and smashed a group of wild hunters on their backs.

But it doesn't hurt much.

They all wore tight, heavy armor.

With a wave of his wand, Scamander's huge fist turned into a fence and blocked the way.

This is his main purpose.

Protect ordinary people.

"Wizard, aren't you running away?" Calanhill raised his wand, the air tightened, and the frost spread far away from under his wand, almost in the blink of an eye, spreading half the street.

Large-scale magic.

The hounds and the wild hunters also sped up and pounced.

In winter, in the city, it snows heavily for Christmas.

Faint!

Scamander pointed at the nearest knight and pronounced a spell with such precision that it struck him.

The Wild Hunter didn't dodge either.

A small red light, without that earth-shattering power, doesn't look like some powerful magic, and the wild hunts are all elite, and the armor on his body is all from the master's master's masterpiece, he can resist the power of the warlock's spell to a certain extent, he is very confident in himself and his armor.

But.

Stiff and straight, he fell straight down.

The person behind did not hesitate, stepped on the body of his companion and continued to move forward.

Scamander continued to cast the spell.

Once they learned that such a seemingly subtle spell could have an unexpected and surprising effect, they began to dodge.

Slower the speed.

But after all, there were a team of six people, and there were eight dogs, and there were so many people that almost in the blink of an eye, the distance between them was less than twenty meters.

Scamander glanced to the side.

The go-mad chickens had dispersed, and the vehicles were coming, but they were stopped by the iron fence from afar.

Safe.

so

He threw the box in front of him, and with a flick and click, the lock on the box twisted, and then opened.

A rough roar erupted.

Fire and molten slurry erupted from within.

Caught off guard, he vomited and hunted all over his face.

"Noble, I'm glad you're still so energetic." Scamander whispered, and waved his wand again.

A black, handsome dragon emerged from the chest, staring at the armoured knights in front of them.

This is the fire dragon hatched from the dragon egg that Hagrid obtained six years ago, and it has always been in Scamander's hands.

Of course

Scamander didn't domesticate it.

No one has ever domesticated a fire dragon.

As a Master of Fantastic Beasts, he has always insisted that creatures should not be kept in captivity unless they want to, like his own three-headed cats.

It's just that the current Noble is not yet suitable for free-range.

It is only six years old this year, and it is far from being an adult, and in the wild, a young dragon without the care of a mother dragon will often only have two ends, in the competition of the jungle, devoured by more powerful magical animals, a fire dragon, which is a great prey; Or being targeted by poachers and killing it, the material of the young dragon is not as valuable as that of an adult fire dragon, but it is also a great reward.

The best outcome was that it was discovered by the No-Majis, and the Ministry of Magic dispatched to arrest it to the Dragon Factory.

Romania is one of the most famous dragon farms.

However, the dragon is extremely cumbersome and expensive to raise, and a single dragon can even eat the salary of several Mr. Arthur Weasleys in a month, plus the medical expenses of several Mr. Arthur Weasley's salaries.

Neither ordinary people nor wizards would go into captivity for free to keep an extremely troublesome creature.

Either for emotional and ornamental value, just like a zoo run by ordinary people.

Either that, or to get economic value.

As dangerous creatures of the "5X" level, they not only have powerful attack capabilities, but also have a powerful physique that wizards do not have, and this physique brings extraordinary self-healing ability.

A fire dragon, raised to the age of ten, can be used for blood collection and liver cutting.

The source of dragon blood and dragon liver on the market is here.

Once every two months, until they grow old, they will squeeze out the last trace of use value - slaughter.

The rare dragon horns, dragon scales, and the "dragon nerves" and "dragon heart tendons" required by Ollivander's wand are also derived from this.

If it is sent to the dragon farm, then such a fire dragon is no different from livestock to be slaughtered.

So Noble has always been kept by Scamander in his own box, and he has not forgotten to rewild during this time - of course, this is dangerous, so if Hagrid has time, he will usually call Hagrid over.

Scamander has done everything he can.

But a box is a box after all, it is not a real world, the fire dragon usually has a territory of about 100 square miles, and the range of activities is even larger than the territory range, and the space in the box is huge, but it is not enough to provide enough space for the fire dragon to move.

Kept in a box, Noble was a fury.

It's called Noble, a boy's name, but it's a female dragon.

Karanhill's incantation is finished.

It raised its wand.

A huge ball of ice condensed and smashed towards the dragon.

Undeterred, Noble took a bite of it, and the flames and lava in his mouth were ready to unleash.

The puck goes into your mouth.

With a click, like a hedgehog, the ice pick pierced through the roof of the dragon's jaw from the inside out, extending and wrapping around the whole body along the tightly slit scales, and in the blink of an eye, a dragon was frozen.

What kind of magic is this?

How powerful can the Frost Spell be?

Scamander looked incredibly cold, and it seemed that even his breath was frozen.

One after another, crackling, the sound of firecrackers like the Chinese New Year in Chinatown sounded.

The Aurors landed.

"Fire dragon? Damn, how can there be a dragon here?" Kingsley's eyes widened and he cursed in disbelief.

The Aurors who followed were also incredulous.

"Mr. Scamander." Someone spotted an acquaintance behind the fire dragon, "What did you do again?" ”

Scamander turned his head, didn't speak, and raised his hand to point.

The Wild Hunters were getting up from the ground and eating their faces full of dragon breath, but Noble was only a young dragon after all, and the dragon breath was not violent enough to cause them a physical impact.

"It's a wild hunt." Kingsley's voice was low, and his face became serious.

An Auror frowned, "That dark wizard organization that Mr. Potter notified us? ”

"Wearing armor"

Kingsley didn't hesitate and shot the spell: "Be careful, they're strong." ”

Disarming Spell!

Running towards a wild hunter who had not yet gotten up, the steel sword he was holding rose from the ground and flew upside down.

The other Aurors followed suit.

Calanhill snorted, and his staff slammed to the ground, reciting the incantation briskly.

Five shiny ice balls congealed on his head.

Groaning -

Shoot at those Aurors, like meteors catching the moon.

"Protect them all!"

Kingsley raised his wand and shouted a spell.

Karanhill is actually quite strong, and the appearance CG freezes a whole corps, but the emmmBOSS battle does not have any sense of oppression, sighing.

(End of chapter)