Harry Potter: Without Knowing Magic, I Can't Do Anything Other Than Create It Myself

"Simple, you rattle the bell while casting a blasting or cutting spell on it, and I'll take care of the rest." Hermione assured with a pat on her chest, taking another bucket from the ring and unscrewing the lid to signal that the ink dust could begin.

"Don't you think it's too cruel?" Mo Chen looked at the half-human-tall bucket, are you trying to kill this dragon?

He remembered that in the original plot, when the Iron Triangle came here, La Huan said that this dragon had been beaten since he was a child, and he was extremely frightened when he heard the bell when he was trained.

At the time, Hermione said it was cruel.

Now that Hermione didn't hesitate to bleed the dragon and asked him to use the Demolition Charm, Mochen couldn't believe his ears.

"Cruelty? What's so cruel? Hermione looked at Mo Chen puzzled: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't kill it, I would have let you do it earlier." Ink

dust: "...".

I don't know why, it always felt that something was wrong with Hermione.

But if something is wrong, I can't say.

This Hermione in front of you should not be someone else's pretend, right?

No, Hermione had always followed her, never left, and the feel had not changed, it was impossible to be replaced.

What is the problem?

Mo Chen couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, hurry up, I can't wait." Hermione looked at the dragon with excitement in her eyes.

"Okay." Mo Chen couldn't figure it out, and he didn't think about it anymore, it was important to get down to business first.

He began to rattle the bell while waving his wand: "Bomb wildly!" With

the brass ringing, a fiery "missile" flew towards the dragon's belly.

The belly is the weakest place for any creature, and dragons are no exception.

"Roar~~~~"

The dragon screamed miserably, trying to resist in pain, the fire had already sprayed to his mouth, but when he heard the bell, it was instantly extinguished, and he was so frightened that he kept retreating.

The characteristics of the dragon are rough skin and thick flesh, and dozens of "cannonballs" in front of the ink dust hit the dragon, and even the skin was not scratched, and it was not until the 50th shot that the dragon began to ooze blood.

"Dragon's blood is flying!" Hermione saw that dragon blood was oozing from and began to wave her wand to recite the spell.

Drop by drop of dragon's blood flew into the vat Hermione had prepared.

Ink dust: "...".

Lean, it's that simple!

It was worthy of Hermione, and the brain was good.

"Roar~~~~" The dragon roared, flapped its wings, twisted its huge body in pain, and the iron chains that bound it were almost broken.

It wanted to breathe fire at the three of Mochen, and was afraid of the terrifying bell, coupled with physical pain, so that its emotions were always on the verge of exploding.

Mo Chen could also see that the dragon's patience was about to reach its limit, but there was not much blood in Hermione's barrel.

At this time, he could not hesitate, hesitation may be lost, so he increased his strength and frantically output towards the dragon's soft belly.

"Boom~"

Finally, under the spell of the massive amount of ink dust, the dragon's abdomen was exploded, and a large amount of blood sprayed out.

"Dragon's blood is flying!" Hermione's hand was quick, and before the dragon's blood hit the ground, she put a drop of it into the bucket.

"Roar~"

Mo Chen's blow not only broke the dragon's abdomen, but also completely angered the dragon.

It doesn't care what bells it has anymore, it now just wants to spew fire to death the three hateful humans in front of it.

"Whew~~~~~" Raging

fire gushed out of the iron belly's mouth and sprayed towards Hermione, who was still collecting the dragon's blood.

Mo Chen was taken aback, whether it was Hermione or Dragon's Blood, but it was his heart and liver.

Immediately flashed in front of Hermione, raised his wand and was a spell: "Nirvana True Fire!" "

Oh~~~" A huge flame phoenix gushed out and crashed towards the dragon's flames.

This is the simulomorphic form of Nirvana True Fire, which can simulate the animal that best suits its own personality.

I don't know if Mo Chen's heart fits the phoenix, or because this flame is related to the phoenix, his Nirvana True Fire is based on the form created by the phoenix.

The flame spewed out by the dragon is similar to ordinary flame, and the advanced is not much advanced, how can it withstand the real fire of imitation?

It was completely suppressed in a few seconds.

Mo Chen did not intend to let the dragon go, continued to output real fire, and finally only listened to a scream, and the dragon was burned by real fire.

Nirvana real fire does not burn the real thing, it directly acts on the soul, the dragon dies and lives in pain, and the blood in the abdomen does not want money to pour out.

Hermione was also not polite, pouring a drop into the bucket without falling.

"It's full." Hermione happily put the bucket in.

Mo Chen was satisfied, and in order to reward the dragon, he decided to give the other party a 'sharp arrow through the heart' to end its pain.

"Sharp arrows through the heart!"

Due to excessive blood loss, the demon resistance is not so high.

With just one 'sharp arrow through the heart', he killed the dragon.

"Boom~"

The Ukrainian iron belly fell unwillingly and smashed heavily on the ground, ending its humiliating life.

Looking at the dragon that was not blind, Mo Chen thought of his experimental mice, how similar the fate of the two was.

Hey, being weak is the original sin!

“mua！ Ink dust, you are too powerful. Hermione excitedly gave Ink Dust a big smack.

Mo Chen accomplished the feat of slaying dragons alone, which is also rare in the wizarding world.

Like other girls, she wants her man to be a true warrior, and dragon slaying is the best proof of this.

"Okay, we should go back." Ink dust put his arm around Hermione's thin waist, ready to teleport back to the hotel.

However, at this moment, the mutation protruded.

A green light shot towards the two.

"Avadaso!"

"Master, run!"

When Mo Chen and Hermione looked around, they saw that Borg used his low body to block the fearful death spell.

"Poof! ~" Fairy Borg fell to the ground, already silent.

No one can live under this spell.

"Not bad, not bad, Mr. Mo Chen can make the cunning goblin willing to die for you, it really opened my eyes."

Dressed in a black robe, Voldemort, who stared at a large bald man with a nose missing a nose on his face, slowly came.

His face is distorted, his smile is also mad, just standing here, it gives people an extremely depressing feeling.

He was also followed by dozens of Death Eaters, one by one, with hideous and vicious faces, surrounded the entire hall, and also cast various enchantments to prevent Ink Dust and Hermione from escaping.

Hermione was startled and hid behind the ink dust.

Mo Chen glanced at Borg on the ground, not knowing how to evaluate.

As Voldemort said, leprechauns are cunning, greedy and not a good thing.

Although Borg is controlled, he is dying for himself anyway, and he has a little bad taste in his heart.

"Finally met, Voldemort." Ink dust took Hermione's small hand, ready to flash at any time, he wasn't sure if he could beat Voldemort.

Moreover, the Horcrux has not been destroyed, and it cannot be killed by killing, which is a waste of energy.

"Yes, met, you killed so many of my Death Eaters and destroyed my two treasures, I should have met you a long time ago."

Voldemort held the Elder Wand very gracefully, in a high posture, approaching the ink dust little by little, without putting the ink dust in his eyes at all.