Fantasy World Transmigration

Harry crouched under the thick tree root, he hoped that when the black dragon hovered over the Forbidden Forest, it would not be able to see the three of them through the dense tree canopy, and Yakov was not far away, Harry hoped The professors could have discovered the dragon above the Forbidden Forest earlier, and hoped that Yakov could lure the dragon there. Although this is a bit selfish, it is hard to say which one is more terrifying, Yakov or the dragon.

The trio held their breath, because they heard the figure of a broken branch above their heads, and a powerful, muscular behemoth broke the branch and landed nearby.

When it moves, the rustling sound of fallen leaves can be heard endlessly, such a huge creature, it will inevitably make noise when it moves, the trembling caused by that heavy body on the ground seems to be getting closer, the three of them are clinging to the wet Trying to hide his body in the depression, Ron's heart was beating wildly, and they almost suffocated when they heard the sound getting closer.

"Little Dragon!" Yakov's scream sounded in the distance: "It's there...don't run! Little Dragon!"

The sound of the black dragon approaching the trio suddenly stagnated, and then moved away quickly. The sound of densely breaking branches and the sound of air bursting from the flapping of dragon wings came from above the head, and the sound gradually moved away in the direction of Yakov.

"Thank God!" Ron couldn't help but said, "The dragon was finally lured away!"

Harry thought of him the same way, he patted the dirt on his body, and said to Hermione: "The black dragon appeared in the Forbidden Forest, you must tell the professor about it, I will go to Hagrid... at least get those Dems Trump's students rescued."

Ron stepped out of the range protected by the tree root with one foot, and said hesitantly: "It's hard to say whether they need us to save them or not! We can beat the werewolf into such a wizard, and if we join hands, we may not be afraid of one of them." Dragons. Werewolves are no easier to deal with than dragons, at least for wizards. Are we going to protect that dragon, or Durmstrang's lunatics?"

"That's no ordinary dragon!" Hermione retorted, "Don't you feel it yet? As soon as we saw that dragon, we completely lost the courage to resist... It must be no ordinary dragon, it might be... Gu Long!"

"Gu Long?" Ron scratched his head with a dazed expression.

Hermione explained: "Yes, it is mentioned in some magic books that, just like the ancient wizards, there are some differences between ancient dragons and modern dragons. The ancient dragons are more intelligent. They are like centaurs and murlocs. With human-like intelligence and unique magic, not just bigger beasts like modern dragons."

"The ancient dragon used to have its own magic system like a goblin."

"As mentioned in the book, one of the characteristics that distinguishes ancient dragons from modern dragons is the term 'Longwei'. It is said that ancient dragons have a unique spiritual pressure on the creatures they prey on.

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"Understood! Miss Know-it-all!" Ron muttered, he turned his head and climbed out of the roots, Harry followed closely behind, he lowered his head to find a place to climb, and accidentally bumped into Ron in front, Harry was About to ask Ron why he was still in the front, he just looked up and saw a pair of silver-white eyes staring at them with a bit of sarcasm.

Those were a pair of platinum pupils. Harry believed what Hermione said before, and those pupils revealed a vivid spirituality that was no less than human.

So much so that the trio could see that the black dragon was looking at them with a sneer, its eyes were full of contempt and sarcasm, the black dragon had an inexplicable sense of oppression, as cold and bloodthirsty as a blade, making people Numb hands and feet, limp and weak, the black dragon is not like a bloodthirsty beast, but with a calm, even somewhat superior feeling.

Harry knew this so well, he could even read the dragon's thoughts in its eyes - you stupid, lowly mortals.

Harry quietly clenched his wand, but before he could make a move, a force field spit out by the black dragon knocked the wand out of his hand. Harry was very familiar with this feeling: "Use your weapon!" He was terrified road.

A dragon that can use magic.

The dragon stepped out its front paws, and Ron took out his wand to stop it, but before the old wand could be raised, it was broken by a strange magic power surrounding the black dragon's body. The black dragon caught Harry, flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, leaving Hermione screaming desperately on the ground. Ron was slapped away by the black dragon's wings and hit a tree. It seemed that at least two ribs were broken.

The black dragon held Harry tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his lungs were in burning pain. He saw the black dragon proudly roaring wantonly, and when he looked down at Harry in his hand, he showed that look again. ——Disdainful, clear, and even a little relaxed, like something that has been entangled for a long time suddenly loosened.

The black dragon flew towards the dead unicorn's body. Harry was in the sky, with the cold wind pouring into his mouth, his eyes blurred uncontrollably. He tried his best to lower his head, not letting his glasses slip off.

Then, I felt a slight shock in my body, and as the black dragon landed near the unicorn's body,

There was a short, fat, obscene wizard who was biting the unicorn's throat, trying to squeeze the last drop of blood. The black dragon threw Harry to the ground, and suddenly said in a human voice: "Harry Potter! , the prophesied savior... In fact, it's nothing more than that!"

The strange man saw the black dragon and wanted to flee in a hurry, but he quickly fell down not far away with a howl, and shouted: "Master, I have wronged the master! Please...don't!" "Ah!" He cried out Screaming, his face suddenly withered and yellow, as if he was ten years older.

But the black dragon didn't even bother to look at him. It stared at Harry Potter and said in a low voice: "I was also fascinated by the halo on your body, the halo of the savior, it was so dazzling that I forgot The real you under the halo—the weak, vulnerable mortal body, you are one of the two shadows in my heart, when I asked you to be my friend, you rejected me."

"Rejected... me for a Weasley's friendship!"

The black dragon roared angrily: "No one has ever rejected me! You... dare to be the first!"

Harry couldn't believe it, he said in horror, "You are Malfoy?"

"I'm Decora (dragon)!" the black dragon sneered.

"Just because you're the 'savior'? I've been so obsessed with it until just now, when I realized that I was influenced by those mudbloods after all—I should make everyone in the world proud to have made friends with me, It's a great honor to have them kiss my toes, not to hang on to a fragile, bubble-like messianic friendship."

"I will be the Wizard King!"

The black dragon turned back slowly and looked at the twitching chunky wizard behind him. Its figure gradually became smaller, its black scales distorted into a huge shadow, and a boy with long platinum hair and wearing a black robe suddenly walked out of the shadow. —that was Malfoy. He looked at Pettigrew Peter who fell into the dust, and whispered.

"There is a second shadow to be solved... I used to fear and fear him, my beloved father, there is no dignity at his feet, they regard him as a king, respect him as a god, I thought I was in awe of him, but It was only later that I realized that I didn't have the slightest respect for him, from the beginning to the end, I was only in awe of his cruelty, coldness and strength."

"I imitated him, and my family feared him...until, I saw through his weakness and stupidity, madness and cowardice...he is not worthy to be king!"

Pettigrew Peter's body suddenly turned over, and a pale, dead face appeared on the back of his head, and that face suddenly said, "Who gave you this courage...Little Malfoy? It's your cowardice." Yes, my father trembling at my feet?"

"Shut up!" Malfoy raised his hand and shot a blue light.

The curse hit Pettigrew, causing him to tremble violently. Attached to the back of his head, Voldemort's soul creaked as if soaked in sulfuric acid. His face was covered with corroded flesh, and Voldemort's soul wailed in pain. .

"The Black Book of the Dead!" Voldemort screamed. "You stole its power, and now...you can use my weakness to hurt me, but when I really return, you will die without a place to die."

"Death is my domain... You want to come back, have you asked me?" Malfoy snapped, and with a wave of his wand, Voldemort's soul fragments suddenly burned, and the fire of Hades scorched his soul, Harry suddenly understood when he heard the 'Black Book of the Dead'. He had been skeptical all along, but at this moment he was finally sure—the other magic book was indeed in Malfoy's hands.

"Today, I will completely solve everything in the past." Malfoy said quietly: "The savior, Voldemort, will become a thing of the past."

Harry took a step back when he heard that, but Malfoy laughed and said, "I won't kill you, Harry. You don't understand, you were not my enemy from the beginning to the end, my glory and shame, all It has nothing to do with you, what really hurt me was the fate imposed on you! The savior...hehe...a mere enemy of Voldemort is also worthy of being the savior?"

"I will bury Voldemort, imprison him in Hades forever, and be tortured like hell."

"I will bury your fate, Harry Potter...you will be just a boy who survived, the prophecy of the savior will become a joke, this is my real purpose." Harry Potter appeared in Malfoy's hand The book I saw in the closet, with a black metal cover, "The Black Book of the Dead" has been opened, Voldemort wailed, turned into a black smoke, and was about to escape like the sky.

But he was stared at by the "Black Book of the Dead". Harry watched Voldemort's soul wailing, and was pulled into the pages of the book without any resistance. When he was terrified, he turned into a mouse and escaped while no one was paying attention to him.