Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

Browder stood in the air, took out his wand from his arms, and confronted the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.

The giant dragon in front of him was not in good condition. There was a huge wound on its back, which was caused by the weather spell of Imeline. The thunder from the nine heavens broke through the defense of part of the dragon scales and traumatized its body.

At this moment, the charred flesh and blood is peeling off, the fresh and tender flesh and blood is growing, and the dragon's strong body is slowly recovering its body!

Browder held his breath and concentrated, understanding that the weakness in front of him was all an illusion. This giant dragon was about to fall into its final madness, which was brewing now.

It's just a giant dragon, no big deal.

Browder comforted himself in his heart that the brave man of justice will always defeat the evil dragon and become a hero that attracts worldwide attention.

The Hungarian Horntail Dragon looked at the wizard in front of it anxiously. It intuitively told it that the person in front of it was very troublesome. The dragon's arrogance made it eager to tear the person in front of it into pieces who made it uncomfortable!

"You're crazy! How could you let him face the dragon alone!" After Moody fell to the ground, Imeline rushed up and asked.

Moody glanced at Imeline who was sitting on the chair holding a coffee cup in confusion. How can you still talk to me like this?

"This is not my request. This guy may be a chuunibyou. He keeps saying that slaying dragons is the honor of a knight. I can't refuse!" Moody defended loudly, "And look at him, this wizard can fly. ! See clearly! He can fight against a crazy dragon!"

As the temporary commander of the battlefield, Moody knew that if the people from the Ministry of Magic rushed forward now, they would most likely be sprayed to death by a burst of dragon's breath. If Browder could delay the dragon's actions, he could direct his men to arrange their arrangements. It is a good trap to catch the dragon, so the efficiency will undoubtedly be much higher.

The members of the Ministry of Magic were relieved that they did not have to face the dragon head-on. As they began to set up traps, they looked at Browder in the sky who was confronting the dragon with complicated eyes, thinking that this might be the difference between wizards and wizards. Well, there are always some people who will reach the height of your admiration, so that you can't even feel the slightest jealousy and have to be convinced.

In the sky, crimson vertical pupils stared at Browder. His streamlined body was a perfection that even the Creator would envy.It's filled with explosive power.

"Even if you are strong, you will still die if you are killed, right?"

Browder said to himself, hovering in mid-air, like stepping on a transparent glass.

He waved the wand in his hand gracefully, like a reserved violinist, completely immersed in the pleasure of having everything under his control.

The abandoned factory was activated by the magic power in Browder's body, and the countless wreckage seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. They all gathered in the direction of Browder, forming arc-shaped barriers in mid-air.

Roar!

It's a pity that this Hungarian Horntail Dragon is not the kind of dragon that looks at its opponent to accumulate power. It spreads its wings, its body is as straight as a cannonball, and flies towards Browder at an extremely fast speed!

In the blink of an eye, it came to the gap in the barrier, and sporadic fire flashed through its mouth covered with dragon scales. Its majestic anger and the dragon's breath in its mouth were about to drown the man in front of it who dared to confront it!

Browder turned the wand in his hand slightly, and surging magic power surged out of his body, and the ruins of the factory instantly changed its shape.

They first changed their material state and became some kind of silver metal, and then merged with each other to form a thick silver wall.

The dragon's breath hit the silver metal wall with a high temperature that could burn everything. In an instant, the wall was burned red. The molten metal water gradually dripped, and the wall quickly became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heat wave came one after another, and Browder's coat was rustling, but he didn't panic at all.

The remaining materials turned into huge black metal rods under the influence of the transformation spell. Under the command of Browder's levitation spell and acceleration spell, hundreds of black metal rods roared and flew back and forth in the air.

When the Hungarian Horntail Dragon saw the clubs in the sky, it showed no intention of retreating. Instead, it flew more fiercely in the direction of Browder.

Browder's hands moved wider, like a cellist manipulating a heavy instrument.

The black stick rushed towards the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, clanging on the scales of the Horntail Dragon, setting off sparks, but none of them pierced its scales.

"There's something wrong with this dragon's scales."

Browder looked at the dragon getting closer and closer, thinking about what happened during the attack. His acceleration spell had reached a very high level, and there was no reason why it couldn't break through the scales of just a giant dragon.

If scientific principles don't make sense, then it's a matter of magic.

Only magic can defeat magic.

Browder felt there was nothing wrong with his idea.

Roar!

The Hungarian Horntail Dragon was already very close to Browder. It opened its big mouth, and its burning dragon breath slanted out.

Browder flew directly into the sky, avoiding the deadly dragon's breath, and then waved the wand fiercely.

When the dragon saw Browder flying upwards, it made a difficult [-]-degree turn.

Being able to turn [-] degrees in such a rapid movement, Browder couldn't think of any other creature outside of the dragon clan that could do something so unscientific.

But soon, the dragon suffered its first serious blow.

God has no shadow!

Countless invisible blades were cutting crazily on the dragon's body, and the dragon scales blessed by magic could not stop such a high-intensity curse attack, not to mention that the one who cast the spell was Bu, one of the most powerful wizards in the world. Lauder.

Ooooooo!

Accompanied by the dragon's painful wails, huge dragon scales mixed with bright red dragon blood dripped from the sky to the ground. Su Buping severely wounded the dragon!

The severe pain makes people wake up, and the Hungarian Horntail Dragon's instinct tells it that it should retreat now. If it continues to fight like this, it will die!

The dragon spread its wings and flapped with all its strength, trying to leave this place.

Browder waved his wand vigorously, like an instrumentalist reaching the climax.

The silver metal substances all over the sky came together to form a huge pagoda shape.

Pagoda Town River Demon!

Browder thought to himself, there was no tension in the battle at all.

The giant dragon that wanted to escape was knocked off balance by the sudden force, and its huge body began to fall downwards.

Browder's wand suddenly retracted: "The band has finished playing. Thank you everyone for your appreciation."

The black stick in the sky suddenly burned, and the strange and ferocious fire attached to its surface, accompanied by a curse. The fire that burned everything seemed to come from hell. The flames took the attachment and turned into the shape of a demon, losing to the giant dragon. The balanced body was smashed away.

The fierce fire burned everything, and the dragon's already cut and torn scales could not stop such a fierce attack.

The overwhelming fire demon devoured the giant dragon, just like a huge elephant being bitten to death by ants.

The flames exploded on the dragon's body. Even though the Hungarian Horntail Dragon controlled the power of the flames, it physically resisted the burning of the fierce fire.

The giant dragon wailed, as the curse on Lihuo had hurt its most fundamental soul. For the first time, it felt the pain of being burned by the flames. It was no longer able to fight against gravity and fell towards the ground.

On the line between heaven and earth, a giant dragon with its body burning with flames fell from the sky, echoing the blazing sun in the sky.

The giant dragon is like a withering flower. From time to time, the remains of severed limbs burned by the fierce fire are peeled off from the main body, and they are burned before they reach the ground.

Finally, the dragon's body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

The crackling fire lingered on the king's body, and the monster who played with flames finally died under the flames.

Browder slowly landed on the ground. The wizards around him had not yet set up a trap to capture the dragon.

In the sky, the metal weapons that lost the support of the transformation spell turned into the remains of the factory again, falling to the ground like rain.

Moody's prosthetic eyes stared blankly at the giant dragon corpse that was about to be completely burned by the fire: "Are you, a wizard, a monster?"

Yi Meilin walked over and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. Someone could actually kill a giant dragon by himself!

Merlin's beard!

Is it Dumbledore standing in front of me?

How could a normal wizard have such powerful power!

"No matter what, the people from the Dragon Protection Association will strongly condemn you." Immelin was shocked and didn't know what she was talking about.

Newt looked at the giant dragon on the ground with a complicated expression, and he had indescribable mixed feelings in his heart.

Now giant dragons are a rare species. This giant dragon is probably a very good member, but now it has lost its life here in vain...

"Anyway, thank you very much." Newt stretched out his hand and shook Browder's hand. "Without your help, the damage caused by this dragon would be immeasurable!"

Browder had just put away his wand and held Newt's arm: "It's just trivial things."

"To be able to accomplish the feat of slaying a dragon at your age is not a trivial matter." Newt was full of praise.

After all, a young wizard who had just graduated from Hogwarts could kill a giant dragon by himself was really shocking.

And the young man in front of him did this right under his nose!

"You will become an amazing wizard in the future." Newt praised, "I hope you can keep your original intention."

Browder was still very respectful when facing his elders: "You are right, but I am an amazing wizard now."

Newt was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It's great to be young, you can release the spikes on your body as you like."

The cleaning work of the battlefield was completed by Yimeilin commanding her werewolf capture force.

Because this factory has experienced too many damages and deformations, it has completely lost the possibility of returning to its original appearance, so it can only be cleaned up.

The wizard also conducted a strict inspection of the surrounding Muggles to ensure that none of the surrounding Muggles saw what happened here.

Moody was called to a meeting by the Minister of Magic. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic. Although Browder had controlled the dragon, the dozens of dead Muggles were not a small matter. Browder had killed the dragon. Although the deeds are amazing, they only make bad things not so bad.

"What happened this time has exceeded our expectations. What will follow is either an all-out war or a complete compromise." Moody said worriedly before leaving.

Everyone returned to the Ministry of Magic and prepared the lights. After Moody had discussed with the people above, he decided what to do next.

……

In the werewolf's base camp, the leader Prophet sat in the center of the room, and around him sat a circle of werewolves.

These werewolves looked solemn, as if they were praying for something, and Lupine was among them.

After a while, the prophet slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of sadness.

"They have all been killed in the battle, and the dragons have been eliminated by people from the Ministry of Magic."

The werewolves present, including Lupine, also felt sad emotions in their hearts.

These people all sacrificed their lives for the future of werewolves.

"Don't be too sad. The sacrifices of these brothers are not meaningless. The dragon killed all the Muggles present. The entire Ministry of Magic now knows our determination."

The prophet's voice is always calm and powerful: "Our work is not yet completed. Sadness is a strange force that can both drive us forward and hinder us from realizing our ideals."

"So, there is no need to be immersed in sadness. Please carry this sadness with your fallen brothers and walk on together."

"Next time, it will be the final battle. Cough cough cough..."

The prophet stood up, coughed uncontrollably, and stopped others from trying to help him. He looked around and looked at everyone's eyes firmly.

"It's time for werewolves to end their days of living in the shadows, suffering discrimination and lack of recognition."

"Violence will not make anyone surrender, and stereotypes will not bring real peace and recognition. The barrier in people's hearts is a big mountain. We can't climb this mountain, so we must smash this mountain."

"The boy who survived is our best target."

"Let the world feel real pain."

"When the world understands our pain, of course it will no longer kiss us with pain, because it knows that we will also reciprocate pain."

The prophet looked upstairs, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wooden board, looking at the box in his bedroom, and his hands slowly touched his chest.

"Just use this thing to repay."

After the prophet finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

There were no crazy roars, no hysterical roars, and the faces of all the werewolves were as silent as ever.

But almost everyone present could feel a burning feeling rising from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the power of unity.

The werewolves present thought that everyone strives for a goal, no matter how difficult the goal is, it will be achieved.