Section 1

In the mountains and forests of Guangbao in northern Romania, Charlie Weasley was struggling with several colleagues in the camp. According to earlier observations, they found that someone might be illegally hunting wild dragons, which is a big trouble for them, wild dragon researchers. According to the provisions of the European Wizards Conference in 1740, it is illegal to hunt privately in the wild and capture wild dragons without permission from relevant departments.

"This is already the third one, I really don't understand." Komorov complained gasping, with a strong Russian accent as he spoke, like his thick beard. "Why do they catch so many dragons? Are they eating meat?"

"Maybe it's smuggling. I heard that the wild dragon can sell for hundreds of thousands of Gallons in one end of the Americas." said a man next to him.

"Who knows," Charlie said hatefully, "I just know they ruined my holiday trip."

Several people nearby laughed. After a while, someone shouted, "I found blood here." Several people gathered over. Komorov dipped a little blood with his fingers, sniffed it carefully, licked it with his tongue, and said in a rough voice: "This is dragon blood, and that dragon should be nearby."

Everyone searched along the dragon blood. At some point, they found themselves in circles and returned to a place not far from their first discovery of dragon blood.

"Someone has cast magic here, maybe guardian barriers or influence magic," Charlie said with a frown. "I guess those dragon hunters are somewhere ahead."

The bearded Komorov pulled out his wand, pointed forward, and recited: "The curse stopped." The others did the same thing. While moving forward, everyone kept using the curse to eliminate the curse. Soon, the scenery in front began to twist and change, like the rippling water surface. Everyone continued to move forward. A few hours later, everyone came to a valley deep in the forest.

"Just nearby, the dragon blood is getting more and more..." Before he finished speaking, a powerful magic wave came from the front. Everyone looked at each other and accelerated their pace. After they passed through a fine bush, everyone was stunned.

A large open space was cleared out in the valley, and a huge triangular magic circle was located in the center of the open space. Three giant dragons were bound by some kind of force to the three legs of the magic circle. Bill could recognize that the three fire dragons were all local local dragons, two short-nosed ceratops and a Romanian green dragon. The three giant dragons seemed drowsy and were struggling weakly.

In the center of the magic circle, a black flame was burning, and the black flame was spreading along the lines of the magic circle like flowing water. At the same time, the depressing magic waves became increasingly intense.

"This is...what is this..." Komolov, the bearded man, said in surprise.

"Maybe it's some kind of black magic?" Charlie said seriously, "maybe we should stop it."

Before everyone could speak, the black flames had already covered the entire magic circle. In an instant, a crimson light burst out from the magic circle. The three dragons howled in pain. Then, in a terrifying way, the three dragons began to wither, like dehydrated plants. Blood shining with crimson light oozed out from all over the dragon's body, and then gathered in the black flame in the center of the magic circle. It was like pouring gasoline on the flame, and the black flame rose violently.

"Hmph - hehhh - hahaha!" A cold laughter came from the flames, getting bigger and bigger, roaring and echoing throughout the valley. The clouds enveloped the valley at some point, making the valley dark and gloomy. An inexplicable sense of depression came from the magic circle, becoming stronger and stronger, and the entire valley became dead silent, leaving only the cold laughter.

"I think we should leave here." Bill said seriously, "notify the Ministry of Magic and the International Magic Management Committee as soon as possible what happened here."

"It's true." said a person next to him, breathing seemed rapid, and the feeling of depression became stronger and stronger, making the people present feel very uncomfortable, just as the power was being pulled away from the body a little.

In the magic circle, the three giant dragons had long died, and the red essence and blood were getting less and less. Finally, when all the blood gathered into the black flame, the flames jumped suddenly, contracted sharply, and became extremely condensed and thick, like a black cocoon. The next moment, it burst out suddenly, and a violent storm made the retreating people unable to stand firmly.

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

A huge black dragon wing stretched out from the flames, and the black flames surrounded the dragon wings, making it difficult to tell whether it was physical or illusory. The dragon wings slammed a few times, causing a fierce wind. A loud dragon roar resounded throughout the mountain and echoed over the mountainous area for a long time. The next moment, a black giant dragon with black flames burning around it soared into the sky from the flames, bringing the rising black flames high into the sky.

The black dragon circled in the sky, and its huge wings flapped, dispersing a lot of black clouds in the sky. He looked down at the earth, his golden eyes were cold and sharp, transmitting the power and majesty from the depths of his soul.

The dragon did not stay for a long time. It raised its head high, let out a deafening roar, and then flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

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Section 2

In eastern France, the summer town is decorated with sunshine, verdant plants and blooming flowers, filled with a relaxed natural atmosphere. The streets are all low and simple cottages hidden among the colorful flowers. Time slows down here, and the tranquility is like the slowly flowing river. The whole town is like a garden, not real, but dreamy paintings.

A small yard is mostly covered by a huge sycamore tree. Under the shade of the tree, the lotus sits on a white bench and reads the book in his hand quietly. The long silver-white hair is like water. The mottled light and shadow cast on the long hair emits a faint halo, which looks so beautiful and peaceful.

Fubertol squatted quietly on Fubert's shoulders, his black feathers exuded a cold luster, which contrasted with Fubert's long hair. It seemed as if he felt something, Fubertol flew up and roared in the yard happily.

"What's wrong, Furbothol?" Furong put down the book and looked at the excited Phoenix. Furbothol was so excited only in two situations, one was to secretly drink his father's wine, and the other was to when Sauron arrived.

A black dragon flew into the yard, and Furong looked at him in surprise and curiosity. This was a very small dragon, only as big as Fubertol, with black scales shining with metallic luster. The originally hideous dragon head did not look very scary because it was small. It only had those golden eyes, indicating the majesty and coldness of the dragon, but when looking at the girl, a hint of softness appeared in the cold eyes.

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

"It's a very familiar feeling." Furong smiled.

"Sister, what is this?" a little girl rushed out of the room and said in surprise. She had long silver hair like hibiscus, shining with clouds and mist in the sun.

"This is a dragon, Gabrie." Furong said with a smile, "although it's a little small."

Gabri's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't seen a real dragon, even if it was such a small one.

"That, it won't bite people, right?" the little girl hesitated, was she closer. "Where does it come from?"

Furong smiled, but didn't say anything, just looked at the dragon gently...

In the next few days, I occasionally saw a girl in the town with a black dragon lying on her shoulder. She became smaller than when she first arrived. When she gathered her wings, she was only wider than the palm of her hand. She was mini cute, but her blade-like pupils always exuded a cold breath. Only when she looked at the girl, she showed a hint of gentle emotion.

Fobertol was held in Gabrie's arms. The little girl held the phoenix like a turkey, which made the always proud phoenix look very unhappy, but whenever it tried to struggle, the little girl would hug her tighter, as if it was a doll trying to slip away.

"May I ask, is that a one-stop?" asked a curious voice.

Furong turned around and was a girl with a mess of brown hair. She was obviously a little witch because Muggles could not see the dragon on her shoulders.

Furong nodded and said with a smile, "He is very cute, isn't he?" The dragon on her shoulder raised her head, looked at her, and seemed to wave her head helplessly, then curled up and buried her head under her wings.

The little witch was a little surprised and hesitated for a moment, "It's okay, but you have to know that dragons will grow up soon, and they are very dangerous."

"He won't hurt me, will he?" Furong smiled confidently, while gently stroked the dragon on his shoulder. "My name is Furong - Furong Delakure, I'm going to school in Boothbaton."

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I go to school in Hogwarts." Hermione said friendly, "Since your accent, are you French?"

Furong nodded, "Where are you?"

"I'm British, and my parents and I come here for vacation," said Hermione. "It's so beautiful, do you live in this way?"

"Like you, I'm here for vacation, too." Furong smiled and shook her head, "It sounds like you know dragons very well."

Hermione seemed helpless, "I can't tell you. In fact, several of my friends once secretly kept a dragon in school, but as a result, um, it caused a lot of trouble. My friend Ron was bitten by the dragon and his fingers were swollen for a week."

"Hahaha..." Furong smiled happily. She held the dragon on her shoulders in front of her 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 he was helpless at the elf-like girl. Then, he suddenly poked his head and bit her lips gently. Then he made a cheerful cry like a conspiracy, flapped his wings, and flew away.

Furong was stunned at first, then her face turned red in an instant. She looked up at Hermione who was a little confused, said goodbye in panic, and then left quickly with a red face...
Chapter completed!