Chapter 1511 The Master of Training Your Dragon (2)

In many romance novels, Paris is the place where every girl's dream comes true. The heroines either find their destined true love here, or they become models, ballerinas, and artists.

In fact, many girls who come with dreams often come with high hopes and return disappointed. The reason why the nobles left the Marais area and moved to the Saint-Germain area is because it is close to the route to Versailles and Louis XIV.

It's very close, and I can't bear to walk further than this distance, let alone conquering Europe and going to the Americas.

Napoleon was not the prophesied "prince" who protected humanity. Although the arena built in the forest was made of wood, it looked no different from the Colosseum in ancient Rome. The ancient Germans had a thing called "maison magique"

In mythology, this kind of "magic house" can be built in the blink of an eye. It is said that it is often given by ancestors.

According to the customs of ancient Rome, convicted prisoners would be driven to the Colosseum to perform bloody massacres, or let wild beasts bite the prisoners to their heart's content for entertainment.

In contrast, Georgiana prefers the French in the 21st century. On the Orient Express on which Georgiana rode, the chef Philip once helped the refugees who left by train because of Britain's involvement in the purist civil war launched by Voldemort, and even made an appointment with Georgiana.

Let’s watch the sunset together while cooking French food. He also had such a whimsical idea that he wanted to be an Interpol police officer to catch criminals. However, he was severely punished by his terrible mother, who recognized the fact and gave up on this dream.

God let them bear the fate of failure, so let nature take its course. Many French people still have not figured out how they lost at Waterloo.

While Napoleon was risking his life on the front lines, the rear was unguarded, giving Nathan Rothschild the opportunity to use the French's own gold coins to pay the British troops who defeated the French army.

, originally the queen should be responsible for this matter, but unfortunately the Austrian princess had no intention of letting France win, or she did not think of it at all. Two German women almost brought France to pieces twice, but Bonaparte

Ban would rather divorce Josephine than marry the noble Austrian princess and give him a son.

Both Severus and Bonaparte always give their love to human women who don't love them, and no matter how much she gives, she can never compare to those human women, and human women are jealous of the mixed-race Veela who never ages.

's beauty.

So she gave up. Maybe she would just stand still in the arena and let the dragon's breath spray out and it would be over. Why should she care about life and death?

After arriving at the place, she calmly got off the carriage. At the entrance of the arena were two bronze warrior sculptures. They both held spears and shields in their hands, looking like two giant guards.

General Lane came over to greet her. He seemed to have something to say.

"Take me there." Georgiana said calmly.

In the end, Lann said nothing and led her towards the arena. The August sun was still hot, there was not a single cloud in the blue sky, and white, red, and blue flags were floating on the arena. This arena should be

It can accommodate tens of thousands of people. There are no spectators in the stands, only a small group of people. They sit upright and stare at her.

She smiled at them and walked up to the dragon bound by the iron chain.

Maybe the French didn't want to kill her. This dragon was an ordinary Welsh green dragon. It was probably the least troublesome of all fire dragons. Their staple food was mainly sheep and small mammals, and they actively avoided it.

Human, its cry is beautiful and sweet. Seeing it, Georgiana feels inexplicably very kind. She thinks dragons are much cuter than humans.

It was struggling hard, and the soldiers with spears were trying to keep it quiet. Instead, it kept flapping its wings, stretched its head back, and tried to spray them with dragon breath.

Georgiana looked into its purple eyes. The dragon turned its head, smoke lingered between its teeth, exuding a strong smell of sulfur.

She couldn't describe the feeling at this moment.

In the eyes of the fire dragon, she saw her own reflection and the figures of other people in the distance. They did not dare to approach it, even if the dragon was the most harmless.

In fact, she looks more like Morgana than Merlin.

Most people think that Morgana is a bad person after learning that Merlin is a good person and Morgana is his rival.

Most women don't want to be a bad person, so they don't like Morgana, but no matter how much they like Merlin, they can't become Merlin, because Merlin is a man.

In addition to being proficient in black magic, Morgana is also a very good healer and an Animagus who can transform into a bird.

Rather than waiting for others to rescue her and untie her shackles, why not try to become a swan?

Anyway, it doesn't matter even if she can't change back.

She had nothing to be afraid of, so she stared into the dragon's eyes and slowly approached.

"No!" Belle shouted.

Georgiana ignored her, and the call almost distracted her and the dragon.

"Do you want to fly?" Georgiana asked in the language of the fairies.

This is what Albus taught her. Both dragons and goblins have a hobby of collecting gold coins, and sometimes they have disputes over ownership issues.

In most cases, fairies are responsible for speaking and dragons are responsible for listening. They are also intelligent creatures, just like whales.

It opened its mouth.

Georgiana originally thought it was trying to breathe fire or eat her, but later she discovered that there was a bad tooth in the dragon's mouth.

"You want me to pull it out for you?" Georgiana asked.

The dragon snorted and blew out a stream of blue flames.

Georgiana thought about how to solve this problem.

A duel between fire dragons requires dragon breath. Using fire magic like this may hurt the dragon, but without fire magic, she can't use other magic unless she uses animagus to remove the shackles.

She first tried to turn the flame into a whip and use it to carefully approach the fire dragon, but it closed its mouth.

This approach obviously doesn't work.

So she dismissed the flame whip and began to think about an attempt she had not dared to make for a long time - Animagus transformation.

Animagus is often the same as a patron saint, just like Sirius' patron saint is a dog, his animagus is also a dog.

The hard part is not becoming an animal, but going from animal to human.

Do you really know who you are?

A short gray-haired woman appeared in Georgiana's mind. She was not very beautiful, but she was so beautiful that any man who saw her was dazzled by her.

But she has a pair of blue eyes, although not as charming and shining as Albus, but like the lakes on the mountains, this is what Severus said to her.

Swans often choose such lakes to land and then float on the lake.

The lake is like a mirror, reflecting the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and of course it can also reflect people's faces.

She saw a reflection in the lake. Many animals have no self-awareness and do not understand that the reflection in the water is themselves.

But she is a human, not a beast, even though Veela is classified as a beast.

She watched helplessly as her hands transformed from wings into human fingers, and then she touched her mouth nervously. Fortunately, it did not turn into a swan's mouth.

Then she heard a "woof" and a black dog smiled at her in the corner of the arena.

So she smiled at it too.

She looked down at her legs. The shackles were loosened, so she picked up her wand.

She walked up to the dragon and used fairy language to make it open its mouth again. The dragon did so, and she used a magic spell on its bad tooth to pull it out like a little wizard pulling out a baby tooth that refused to come out.

, the dragon let out a wail of pain.

"How about taking me on a flight?" Georgiana asked Long.

Long looked at the chains on his body and prostrated on the ground.

Georgiana used a blasting spell to blow up the chains.

Then she jumped on the dragon's back, facing the scorching sunshine above her head, the dragon's green wings spread out, and it let out a sharp roar.

The dragon was accumulating strength, and like a swan, it needed to run for a while before it could fly. Its huge wings flapped and filled the arena with dust, making the onlookers close their eyes involuntarily.

Georgiana looked back at the stands, hoping to see a figure, but unfortunately she didn't.

"Ascend," she said to the dragon, hugging its scaly neck.

The dragons flapped their wings, screamed, and with a feeling of weightlessness, they flew up.

The Welsh dragon hovered over the arena, casting a huge black shadow under the scorching sun. The spectators in the stands fled in panic.

Both Georgiana and the dragon could have used fire against them, but they didn't.

She originally wanted it to take her back to England, but at this time many people on broomsticks flew out of the forest around the arena. Unless there was a war, she could not leave.

After weighing it, she let the dragon land.

No matter how Muggle war and slavery continue, wizards must unite, and the Quidditch World Cup is the best medium.

Hufflepuff wants to help Hufflepuff, not to mention that Artemisia is the first witch to be the Minister of Magic. She will be scared to cry if she is asked to deal with pure-blood wizards in France.
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