Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Time

One week ago.

Heavy snow is flying over the wasteland of Scotland. Aglaia held wand in one hand and Fatir in the other, wading one foot deep in the snow and one foot shallowly.

At this moment, both of them are in extremely bad condition, Aglaia's fingers are blue with cold, and there is not much blood on his face. His robe was in tatters, his hair was covered with snow, and his ears were frozen with two holes.

Fatier was bandaged on his lower abdomen, stumbled, half-dead in a free state.

Before them, there is a dilapidated wood house, probably a building left by a hunter after hunting in the summer.

At this moment, a big half a month has passed since Fatir was attacked. Half a month ago, within the cave, the half-giant Hagrid stabbed Fatir in the opposite direction. Aglaia is proficient in potion. He searched for some medicinal materials in the cave, and refined a pair of white fresh, which dangled father's life.

She hopes to bring Fatir back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. But the helpless injury was too serious, coupled with the sudden heavy snow, all she could do was stop and go, gathering herbs while walking, trying to relieve Fatir's worsening injury.

Standing in front of this abandoned hunter's hut, she put down Fatir and kicked open the wooden door. There is nothing in the abandoned wood house, only a little firewood.

"Damn it!"

Aglaia cursed secretly, and she touched Fatir's neck.

The pulse is as thin as hairspring.

She untied the duffel bag on her back. There are only a few things in the luggage, a gray dragon egg, and a few bottles of medicine cans. The dragon egg was captured from that within cave, and Aglaia is not interested in it.

She took the medicine jar and slowly uncovered the gauze on Fatir's lower abdomen. The wound stabbed by the half-giant was still hideous, bloody and bloody, and the organs were squirming.

An invisible force pulled Fatir up like a puppet and put him in a pose.

While applying the medicine, Aglaia saw a group of black shadows creeping slowly on the ground. Every time he squirmed, Fatir changed a posture, as if there was a ghost holding him.

After applying the medicine, Aglaia looked at the medicine jar, and there was not much medicine left.

But it is about a week away from Hogwarts. She must find some spare hemostatic growing flesh medicine. Otherwise, Fatir may not survive this short week.

She arranged the gauze, stood up and looked at the snowy woodland outside the house.

She must collect enough healing medicine in a short time, otherwise Fatir will probably die in this barren forest.

After making up her mind, she added a handful of dry wood to the fire. I walked out of the small wood house and re-entered the snowy woodland.

Finding medicine alone in the north of Scotland in World of Ice and Snow, even the wizard, this task is incredibly difficult.

She kept peeling away the snow, trying to find the herbs buried under the snow, but she often got disappointed. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and without herbs, she can't make potion out of thin air.

At this moment, there was a creaking pedaling sound in the distant snow. She turned her head and immediately stood up straight.

A two-meter-high sound and shadow slowly emerged from the snow. It has brown scales, apricot yellow eyes, and spikes.

It is the Hungarian Horntail that was rescued by them. However, compared to half a month before, this Hungarian Horntail is a lap bigger.

After the tree wasp appeared, other dragons that were rescued also slowly appeared from the snow, egg white eyes, fang dragon...in the mouth of one of the fat Swedish Short-Snout, Holding an elk still twitching in his mouth.

The elk was bitten through the lower abdomen, and blood dripped on the snow like enchanting plum blossoms.

It was the dragons who came back from hunting, and Aglaia was both happy and vigilant in his heart. Happiness can fill his stomach. What is wary is that the dragon group will not obediently hand the deer to itself.

Sure enough, Swedish Short-Snout threw the reindeer on the snow, hummingly dangling around, looking at Aglaia.

And the headed Hungarian Horntail looked at Aglaia, tentatively ejecting a ball of flames, and Xingyellow’s eyes were provocative.

Although he was tired, cold and hungry, Aglea stood tall in the face of the dragons. The look is extremely solemn. His eyes didn't flinch at all.

She knows that if she has the slightest slack in her spirit, the dragon group will tear her apart without the slightest hesitation, and then select a new dragon group leader.

The young girl confronted the dragons for about half a minute, and most of the small dragons in the dragons bowed their heads.

But only the relatively large Dragons, their imposing manner is more vigorous, and will not easily give up the opportunity to challenge the leader's position.

After staring for a long time, the tree wasp stretched his head.

"roar! !"

It screamed.

It seems that I want to take further action.

Aglaia immediately raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A stealth Welsh Green emerged from the snow and slammed into the Hungarian Horntail.

The tree bee hurts and wants to get angry.

Aglaia sternly reprimanded: "Enough."

The two words are too heavy, and the hornet who challenged the leader of the lesser dragon group in Aglai calmed down. The Swedish Short-Snout behind it hummed forward and arched the reindeer, which was still in the low horn, in front of Aglaia.

Aglaia secretly relaxed, this action means that the dragons still recognize her as a leader. In the dragon society, only the leader has the ability to distribute food.

She drew a dagger and pressed it against the neck of the reindeer.

"I'm sorry."

She whispered her head against the head of the reindeer.

The dagger pierced the neck and severed the spine of the reindeer. The reindeer wailed, his eyes loosened and relaxed.

Aglaia spit out a mouthful of white mist, and with a cold face forbearing discomfort, he cut a piece of meat from the reindeer’s hind legs. This action even caused her phantom pain, but she had nothing else. choose.

After cutting the meat, insert the dagger back to his waist.

Hungarian Horntail immediately posted, Aglaia nodded, touched its spiky head, and stepped aside. The tree wasp circled the reindeer, biting off a leg hard.

This action is like ringing the bell for a meal, and the dragons pounced on it. Watching the dragons fighting for food, no dragon cared about himself. Aglaia was sighed insignificantly.

"Damn...this job is simply not done by humans."

Aglaia muttered to herself, leaning against the tree trunk, with Dragon, She must maintain absolute self-confidence at all times and maintain an absolute leadership attitude.

If the dragon sees that he is depressed, I am afraid that he will be swallowed up in minutes. Even the Green Dragon that is closest to him is essentially a Green Dragon.

The social laws of the dragon kind, there is no warmth at all, only rule and be ruled.

Taking a rest for a while, she carried the venison, put the venison on it with a wooden stick, found a corner far away from the dragons, and planned to make a fire. Eat something before going on the road to find medicine.

She didn't want to go on the road with the dragon group, that would be too tired.

Her high posture so far has been pretended, even if it is the Green Dragon who is most familiar with herself, she can't show the slightest weak spot.

Like a down-and-out businessman who goes to the bank for a loan, no matter how poor he has to dress up, it is sad to think about that kind of glamour.

The venison gradually matures, and a hint of meat gradually diffuses in the forest. Aglaia took the dagger and was about to cut a piece of venison to eat,

"Hey."

A shout came from behind.

She turned her head vigilantly and saw that a man holding a bow and arrow slowly walked out of the woods. The man had tangled hair, a cold-red face, and was wearing dirty leather gloves and moles. Ratskin hat with a wand in his waist, he is a hunter.

"Hey, where did you get your meat?"

The hunter looked at Aglea and asked.

Seeing someone coming, Aglaia immediately stood up and pulled out wand vigilantly. This was the first time she saw a wizard other than Fatir in these days.

In this wilderness, she had to pay more attention.

Holding a bow and arrow, the hunter walked to Aglaia step by step and looked at her up and down.

"This is venison, I just lost a deer."

The hunter said.

Lost a deer, Aglaia thought, could it be that his dragon was snatched from him. She turned her head and glanced behind her, and those dragons who were fighting for food were very blurred in the wind and snow.

"I don't know."

Aglaia lied, indifferently said: "I prepared this from home."

"You Why are you here for such a big girl?"

The hunter looked at Aglaia calmly.

"Are you lost?"

"Picnic."

Aglaia said half true half false, "With my friends."

"Where is your friend?"

"Other places, none of your business?"

"Can I have some together?"

The hunter pointed at the venison and asked: "I have been away for most of the day, and I am very hungry now."

Aglaia did not answer. She held the wand, the meaning was already very obvious. But the hunter did not leave. He took the initiative to put away the bow and arrow, and did not draw out the wand, but rather calmly asked:

"What do you need, I can change it with you."

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"Any medicine, Baixian?"

Aglaia almost blurted out.

"If you have, you can sell me a little, and I will give you a good price."

The hunter nodded, took out a saber, inserted it on the venison, cut a piece and stuffed it in Mouth.

"Of course, but at the camp, if you want, you have to come with me."

"Lead the way." Aglaia held Wand.

"Can you stop pointing the wand at me, I am not a bad person."

The hunter said: "My name is James, what's your name?"

Aglaia did not answer.

The hunter laughed.

"Forget it, it seems that you just don't believe me. Come with me."