I wield a sword at Hogwarts

John hadn't learned the spell yet, otherwise he wouldn't have taken a wand with him when he went out.

The two of them looked nervously at the location where the direction was given. John was ready to be shot to pieces by something that suddenly came out at any time.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and John was fused with the blood of the fire dragon, so his body was strengthened.

His senses became more acute.

He heard gasps and heavy footsteps.

"Is it a person?"

John thought about it, and judging from the voice, it should be a person.

Moreover, this person was injured and was probably on the run.

The wand in his hand did not relax at all but was already raised. Compared to magical creatures, meeting people in the wild may be more dangerous.

Finally, under the gaze of the two, a person appeared in the trees in front of them.

"Stop!" Fleur shouted nervously.

It was a boy who looked about the same age as John. He was wearing a bloody robe, which should be a school uniform.

He was so pale that Fleur thought he was a vampire at first glance.

With black hair and a high nose, if it weren't for the golden eyes that were faintly exposed in the messy hair that covered her left eye, Fleur's attack would have been carried out.

The visitor obviously did not expect to see two wizards who looked like students. He thought that those who dared to raise a bonfire in this place were either Aurors or desperadoes.

"Run!"

The boy shouted, and a ball of flame fell from the sky, directly igniting the trees around him.

Fleur looked in horror, seeing a black Hungarian Horntail in the sky opening its mouth and spitting out a mouthful of dragon breath.

"Sneak attack...offense...death..."

John looked at the Hungarian Horntail in disbelief. He seemed to hear the other party talking.

Suddenly remembering that he had the blessing of dragon language, he waved his wand and used a floating spell to pull the wizard out of the sea of ​​fire.

Although this action saved a life, it also made the Hungarian Horntail notice John.

"Let's run!" Fleur finally knew why there were no other creatures around.

The Hungarian Horntail is the most ferocious fire dragon. With its existence, other creatures dare not appear around it.

John immediately turned around and threw away his arms and ran away, while the angry words of the Hungarian Horntail could be heard from behind.

"Wizards... sleeping... sneak attacks... not practicing martial arts... butt hurts..."

After hearing what the Hungarian Horntail said, John looked at the wizard who was also running away with a strange expression.

This guy was so brave that he actually attacked the Hungarian Horntail while it was sleeping. And if you hit it wrong, you hit it on the buttocks.

No wonder the Hungarian Horntail was so angry. If his home was stolen while he was sleeping, he would at least make sure that the other person's departure would not be so painful.

Chapter 40 Dragon Whisperer and Edgar

It chases him, he runs, he cannot escape with his wings.

John speeds up.

Someone once said that when you encounter a brown bear, you don't need to run faster than the brown bear, you just need to run faster than the person walking with you.

Obviously, among the three fellow wizards, John is the youngest but has the best physique.

He easily surpassed the blood-robed wizard.

The blood-robed wizard who was at the back gritted his teeth, while the Hungarian Horntail bared his teeth and claws.

After opening its mouth, a huge fireball flew out of the Hungarian Horntail's mouth.

"The stump is coming!"

The blood-robed wizard waved his wand and pulled a tree stump to block the fireball before it landed on him.

The fireball hit the tree stump and instantly turned it into charcoal, leaving only a small gap for him to escape.

He turned around and stopped, looking fierce.

"Oppungno"

The gravel on the ground flew up and hit the Hungarian Horntail. The Hungarian Horntail was even more irritated. These attacks were not painful to it, but made it very irritated.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, the blood-robed wizard was unwilling to attack again.

Only this time, before he could take action, he was hit by a huge boulder grabbed by the Hungarian Horntail's tail.

John turned around and saw that the blood-robed wizard was really tough.

Furong accidentally fell down while running. She felt a vibration on the ground. She turned around and saw a huge boulder rolling over.

"Expulso"

The white light hit the boulder and shattered it, and the flying stone scratched Fleur's cheek.

John's expression changed after he took action, and the Hungarian Horntail had already swooped down.

The blood-robed wizard was still attacking, but the scales of the Hungarian Horntail were too hard to break.

Seeing the Hungarian Horntail rushing down, the blood-robed wizard could only avoid its sharp edge.

"Protego"

John stood in front of Fleur, and a shield emitting white light appeared in front of him.

The Hungarian Horntail swept out with its spiked tail, easily cutting off trees in its path.

Splinters of wood and stones hit the shield, and John's footsteps sank into the ground.

This is not over yet, the Hungarian Horntail is looking up to the sky and howling under the moonlight.

Its body is covered with black scales that exude a black iron luster under the moonlight, and has a lizard-like appearance.

It has yellow eyes and bronze horns, and its tail also has spikes that are almost bronze in color.

This fifty-foot-long guy was wreaking havoc, spitting out dragon breath and covering all three of them.

"Die...die...die!"

John kept releasing the Iron Armor Curse to resist. Fleur quickly made adjustments after getting up and waving the wand in her hand.

"Flame-FreezingCharm"

The flames fell on them and became less hot, and the three of them struggled to resist the flames.

"enough!"

A fierce light flashed across John's eyes, and he didn't notice that his pupils shrank into vertical pupils at this moment.

After his words were spoken, the Hungarian Horntail was stunned.

Then the steady stream of dragon breath stopped, and the Hungarian Horntail stretched its neck and looked around.

Fleur was in shock, she gasped and asked: "What were you talking about just now?"

John was using dragon language, which to others sounded like a sound imitating the roar of a fire dragon.

The blood-robed wizard also stopped attacking and turned to look at John.

John walked forward step by step. The Hungarian Horntail did not connect the little guy in front of him with the sound just now.

"We don't mean to offend." John spoke dragon language again.

This time the Hungarian Horntail finally noticed him, with surprise in its big yellow lantern-like eyes.

"It's...you...how do you...know the language of dragons?"

The Hungarian Horntail looked down at John. John took a deep breath, and his eyes turned into the vertical pupils of a fire dragon, exuding waves of terrifying pressure.

"My name is John Wick. We came here by mistake and have no intention of offending you."

John communicated with the Hungarian Horntail, and to show his sincerity, John lowered his wand.

"You are... the Dragon Whisperer." The hostility on the Hungarian Horntail gradually dissipated.

This surprising scene made the two people present afraid to take a breath. John nodded and said, "I don't know where this is. The door key I was riding on broke down and fell here."

"Dragon Whisperer, this is Scandinavia, the Valley of Endless Breath."

Valley of Endless Breath?

John didn't hear the name of this place. Judging from the blood-robed wizard who appeared here, there should be a place with human activities nearby.

This made John relieved.

He was afraid that he would not know where he was sent, so he bowed to the Hungarian Horntail and apologized: "Fire Dragon, I would like to express my apology here and hope you can forgive us for our recklessness."

Rather than saying it belongs to us, it is better to say it belongs to the blood-robed wizard.

But now that the three of them were grasshoppers on the same rope, John didn't care about it for the time being.

The Hungarian Horntail restrained its murderous intent, and lowered its proud head to John, "Dear Dragon Speaker, Amohan accepts your apology."

The exchange between one person and one dragon fell into Fu Rong's eyes, with a look of disbelief on her pretty face.

This is dragon language.

Legend has it that the great wizard Merlin could communicate with dragons in dragon language, but after him, no one was heard of anyone who could speak dragon language.

Fleur originally thought that John was just an ordinary Hogwarts student, but now it seems that he is a descendant of Merlin?

After all, Merlin also attended Hogwarts, so it might be possible.

The blood-robed wizard also had something strange in his eyes. His golden eyes stared at John, and he unconsciously clenched the wand in his hand.

The dragon whisperer seemed to have an extraordinary status among the fire dragons. After knowing that John knew dragon language, Amohan did not attack again.

After John's good talk, Amohan finally forgave him for being attacked.

At the same time, John also learned the whole story.

Originally Amohan was staying well in the Breathless Valley, but this blood-robed wizard who looked like a vampire appeared and attacked Amohan without any reason.

You must know that even dragons have the most basic physiological needs. Both humans and dragons are relatively fragile in this place.

This moment made Amohan's sleepiness disappear, and he chased him all the way for several hours.

…

Amohan left, and the crisis for the three people was resolved.

The blood-robed wizard hesitated for a while, then came to the two of them and said in a low voice: "Thank you for your help."

"Hmph, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been involved." Furong snorted coldly.

The blood-robed wizard glanced at her and sneered: "I didn't ask you to get involved."

"You!" Fleur was very angry at his attitude.

"Well, it's a good thing to see a living person anyway."

John comforted Fleur, came to the blood-robed wizard and stretched out his hand: "John Wick, Hogwarts student."

"Hogwarts is here?" The blood-robed wizard was a little surprised and reached out to hold it.

"Heinrich Edgar, Durmstrang student."

Durmstrang?

John was surprised, he didn't expect to be here.

I heard that this place has a bad reputation because they are very unfriendly to mudbloods and are also one of the few schools that accepts dark magic.

More importantly, Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who once dominated Europe, came from this school.

John had heard Malfoy say that he had boasted that he was going to Durmstrang to attend school, but Mrs. Malfoy did not want her son to be too far away.

“I didn’t expect that we would soon be leaving Europe.”

John was speechless. How dare this person who sells door keys do more tricks and throw himself into heaven?

Fleur on the side was shocked when she heard the surname Edgar, and exclaimed: "Edgar, that black magic family."