Chapter 1000 The Messenger from Hell
Chapter 1000: The Messenger from Hell
In just a few seconds, the earth that was burning in the sea of hellfire was melted into red slurry.
The eyes of the Hungarian Treepeak Dragon, which was in a violent state, revealed a faint red light. The dragon eggs and golden eggs that it was protecting in its arms were all squeezed into pieces, and under the high temperature evaporation, they turned into wisps of white smoke that drifted with the wind.
In the arena that was like purgatory, Draco felt that his blood was about to boil.
He looked down at his red hands, and realized that without the protection of the mithril amulet, he would instantly melt into a part of the red liquid beneath him.
He felt very fortunate to be born into the Malfoy family.
At the same time, he was particularly annoyed, annoyed why he had to provoke the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon.
What he wanted to do most at this moment was to cast a cold wind spell or a freezing spell to cool down his body, but he was afraid that the spell would conflict with the mithril amulet and the protection would become ineffective.
After struggling for a few seconds, the flames enveloping him began to weaken noticeably.
Draco was overjoyed and stood up despite his physical discomfort.
Except for the ground beneath his feet, the surrounding land had turned into red slurry, flowing like magma.
Suddenly, the sea of fire from hell disappeared, and the black smoke that was twisting and rising like a living thing drifted everywhere.
Draco looked at the flowing red liquid and raised his foot without hesitation to rush out.
But before he stepped on it, his hair stood on end, as if he was being stared at by something terrifying.
Run! You must run quickly!
But no matter how hard he tried, Draco could not take a single step forward.
Because in the black smoke, he looked into a pair of giant scarlet eyes that were vaguely emerging.
He couldn't control his body, he couldn't even blink.
The scenes of being engulfed by flames, torn apart by sharp claws, and flattened by the dragon's tail reappeared in my mind.
Amid the screams of the audience, he was caught by a huge dragon claw.
The protection of the Mithril Amulet was still there, but he had completely lost his confidence.
Compared with the ferocious and violent fire dragon, the wizard holding the magic wand is so insignificant.
Finally, he saw clearly the owner of the huge scarlet eyes. It was indeed the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon that he had angered.
The fire dragon's claws continued to exert force, trying to crush the protective barrier.
With a "click", a translucent crack appeared on Draco's body.
This was a sign that the Mithril Amulet's protection was about to fail. Under the burning of the hellish fire and the squeeze of terrifying power, it finally reached the limit of what it could endure.
"Roar!" The dragon's howl at close range gave Draco a splitting headache, and translucent cracks spread along his neck.
The four dragon tamers on the field took action immediately, but their spells had no effect and only made the fire dragon twist its neck to look over.
The tail covered with bronze spikes swung out, and the strong hurricane swept towards the dragon trainers' resolute faces like a sharp blade.
In the blink of an eye, four figures flew backwards and slammed heavily on the defensive magic in front of the stands, causing ripples to expand outward in circles.
The enraged Hungarian Treecrest Dragon looked back at Draco in its claws, and more white smoke rose from between the teeth of its ferocious mouth.
Its roar was like a volcanic eruption, and the flames breathing from its claws were hideous and terrifying, as if they were the fire of hell that could burn everything.
Several spells suddenly hit the fire dragon's scarlet eyes, causing it to stop breathing in pain. Its huge body just moved slightly, and the ground began to shake like an earthquake.
The surrounding stands also began to shake violently, as if they would collapse at any time.
The students in the audience were terrified. They pushed and shoved together, wanting to leave this terrible place that was about to become purgatory immediately, even though all the dragon tamers had already arrived on the field.
In front of the fire dragon, the wizard's power is insignificant.
But in front of a violent fire dragon, no matter how many wizards there are, they are useless.
The Hungarian Treecrest Dragon with an injured eye simply flapped its wings hard, and all the red slurry that had not yet cooled down was rolled up, forming a tornado mixed with high-temperature slurry.
The dragon trainers worked together to cast magic and barely managed to fend off this horrific attack.
A small amount of the dull slurry splashed onto the defensive magic of the stands, and made a series of "sizzling" sounds as it slid down.
Moody rushed over to reinforce the magic immediately. He shouted to McGonagall who was evacuating the crowd, "Minerva! Hurry up, I can't hold on for too long! This fire dragon is too strange. I'm afraid only Albus can solve it!"
He had seen fire dragons go berserk many times, but this was the first time he had seen its destructive power increase by several levels.
Everything in the world requires a gradual process. No matter how angry you are, it is impossible for you to go berserk all of a sudden.
It was in this state as if it was stimulated by some external factors, but Draco's spell had no effect on it, so it must be caused by some other reason.
With a "bang", something hit the defensive magic barrier in front of Moody heavily.
That was a person, a person thrown by a fire dragon.
He has smooth blond hair, and he is Draco who was just held in the claws of a dragon.
Moody quickly removed the barrier in front of him and reached out to catch him as he fell.
His arms were so limp, as if they had no bones.
Just as Moody was about to reinforce his magic, a powerful force suddenly enveloped the front of the stands.
This familiar scent is Dumbledore!
Moody turned his head and checked Draco's injuries through his magic eye.
No wonder his arms seemed to have no bones. It turned out that almost all the bones in his body except his head were broken. A large amount of broken bones had penetrated into his internal organs, muscles and blood vessels. If he did not receive timely treatment, his life would be ruined.
Moody pointed his wand at his sunken chest, and the green light emitted from the tip of the wand was repairing his broken body bit by bit.
Not long after the treatment began, Lucius and Narcissa squeezed out from the panicked crowd and saw their son's miserable appearance from afar.
"Oh - no -" Narcissa fell into Lucius' arms with tears streaming down her face.
Lucius held her gently, gritting his teeth and staring straight at the fire dragon outside the defensive magic.
Its brown scales emitted a bloody glow, and strange black particles floated all over its body.
Even with the barrier of defensive magic, he could still clearly feel the strong magical aura contained in those black particles.
This is not a violent fire dragon, it is a messenger from hell.
Lucius picked up his unconscious wife Narcissa and stumbled towards where his son Draco was.
At this moment, he no longer had his previous elegance and composure. He lowered his head and moved slowly like an old man on his deathbed.
Moody was still working on the sunken chest when he reached Draco.
When he saw his son's pale face, Lucius, who had been drained of all his strength, bent his knees and knelt down heavily.
He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his lips trembling violently, "Mr. Moody... please... please save my son."
Moody didn't answer, didn't even look at him.
Soon, the magical light shrouding Draco's chest became brighter and brighter, and his sunken chest bulged up little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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