The moment he saw those dragons, Hoffa immediately thought of Helzburg, the goblin town destroyed by the fire dragon, and the man who asked him to find Grindelwald.

The Magical Creatures class actually involved the teaching of dragons. For a time, countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Could it be that the man in front of him was the culprit who destroyed Helzburg?

If this is the case, then is he Grindelwald's man who came with the purpose of destroying this school?

He thought so in his heart, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to Aglaia's face, and he saw her looking at the group of young dragons on the table with a pale face. She was also a witness to that terrible destruction, and maybe she was also there

Thinking similar to Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head, no, no, he didn't look like him. Secondly, if it was really him, why would he throw his daughter into the sea of ​​fire?

There are so many wizards in the world, and there must be more than one person who can tame dragons. There is no direct evidence to prove that the other person is the mysterious master of dragon training.

In front of the grass, Fatir was still talking: "...dragons have been at the top of the food chain for tens of thousands of years. Each type of dragon has its own special abilities, but they also have their own weaknesses.

"

As he spoke, he pointed to a palm-sized blue-green baby dragon: "Welsh green dragons are the best at hiding among all fire dragons. They can be called chameleons among dragons. They can even keep you close at hand.

Undetectable. But its strength is small, its body is thin, and its flying speed is not fast.”

Then he pointed to a larger brown-black baby dragon: "Hungarian Tree Peak, the dragon that breathes the farthest among all dragons. When it is an adult, its breath can reach fifty feet, and the ultimate distance is even eighty feet. It is also the longest among dragons.

A relatively large one.

There are almost no weaknesses to speak of. If we insist on speaking, its flying speed is average among dragons."

Hoffa glanced at the sleeping dragon with squinted eyes and thought, is this the opponent Harry will face in the future? It looks really docile now...

Fatir walked to a fat young dragon. The dragon was yellow-green, looked like a stone at first glance, and had a snout similar to that of a pig. It was sleeping soundly.

Fatir pulled out a sharp short knife and slashed the baby dragon on the head. The students below were horrified. Some girls even covered their mouths.

The fat dragon just snorted lazily and blew out a puff of smoke, showing no intention of waking up.

"Swedish Brachysaurus. The dragon with the strongest defense among dragons, but it is lazy and restless by nature."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young black dragon suddenly rushed out from the side and swept away the sleeping short-nosed baby dragon. It raised its head and rubbed its sharp horny head against Fadil's hand.

At one moment, she seemed to be trying to please him, and at another, she seemed to be provoking him.

Fatir pushed the black dragon away: "The black dragon of the Heshidry Islands is one of the fire dragons native to Britain. It is the most aggressive of all fire dragons and the largest one. It has very powerful power, but its movements are relatively clumsy.

, and his IQ is not very high.”

Black dragon. Is it the fire dragon that left with the fireball that night? It is indeed strong enough.

Hoffa's eyes drifted to Fatir's face again. This guy knows this much about dragons?

After introducing a few larger baby dragons, Fatir walked to another table, which was filled with smaller baby dragons.

He pointed to a young dragon with a black ridge on its brass back and said: "The Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon is the smallest among all known fire dragons, but the fastest flying fire dragon. Its long fangs are poisonous."

The fanged dragon darts across the table like lightning, knocking the other drakes around like a child with ADHD.

Then Fatir picked up the baby dragon alone and threw it into the pile of dragons on another table.

The Peruvian Venomous Tooth Dragon was still bumping into each other, looking very naughty, but unexpectedly, the Brachyrhinosaurus turned over with a groan and pinned it under its buttocks, unable to move. It squeaked. The Brachyrhinosaurus raised its buttocks and then

The Vipertooth was not injured, but it stopped making trouble and even licked the Brachysaurus' butt.

The students below couldn't help laughing.

Fatir Drases exhaled a smoke ring and said: "Dragon is a very social creature and the biggest opportunist. Weak dragons will attach themselves to creatures that are stronger than themselves, but they do not

Will give in to the other party.

When you are stronger than it, it will surrender to you without hesitation. When you are weak, it will devour you without hesitation. Therefore, if you want to become a top dragon tamer, you must understand its weaknesses.

.”

After a pause, Professor Drases continued to introduce other dragons: "Australian Opaleye, the most colorful fire dragon, has a very beautiful appearance, but its saliva contains venom that carries dragon pox, and it is a hidden and dangerous killer.

But its size is very small and its strength is very, very weak.”

Then, he pointed at a young dragon shining as red as glass:

"Fireball dragon, a very rare dragon species. The Chinese fireball has the highest temperature breath among all dragons. It is said that ancient Eastern alchemists used the breath of the fireball dragon to refine secret medicines. But flying is its weakness. In Eastern alchemy

Under the training of the master, its wings have deteriorated."

After a pause, de Lacese continued: "Since we mentioned the East, I might as well talk about extracurricular courses.

In terms of dragon training, Eastern alchemists have always been at the forefront of the world. Their methods of training dragons are essentially different from those in Europe. Eastern witchcraft emphasizes the taming of the "heart" and the unity of man and nature, rather than the

Simple physical taming.

As for what "heart" is, every dragon trainer has his or her own answer. If possible, I hope you can find your own answer this year."

The students present were at a loss. It was obvious that all the students were confused by what Professor De Lacese said about Eastern wizards.

Hoffa didn't quite understand, but Miranda looked thoughtful, and finally asked Hoffa.

"Aren't you half of that people's blood? Tell me, what is the heart?"

Hoffa could only smile bitterly. He had not been educated in traditional Eastern witchcraft, and the original books had never described Eastern wizards. Miranda asked herself how she could possibly know.

...

...

After Professor De Lasese introduced all the dragon species, the students below were a little commotion, especially some boys, who could no longer hold back their desire to get in touch with the baby dragons.

As if seeing the wishes of these boys, Fatir blew out a smoke ring and said: "These dragons have just emerged from their shells. They are at their most vulnerable and in need of care. Each of you, come here."

Choose a dragon you like and take care of it in the wild.

During this process, I will supervise and correct your behavior. Be sure to note that when you choose the dragon, the dragon is also choosing you. It will see through your weaknesses at a glance and attack your weaknesses...

"

Before he finished speaking, the students came forward and gathered around the table, whispering excitedly. Under the temptation of the young fire dragon, they did not even listen carefully to Fatir's instructions.

Hoffa is no exception. He is extremely curious about these creatures. He was once chased by these creatures in Helzburg and fled in panic. If possible, he really hopes to learn more about them.

He looked along the table one by one and walked up to the Brachysaurus. He thought this lazy guy was a bit cute, so he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch him.

But the sleeping short-nosed dragon seemed to have seen a ghost. It suddenly opened its eyes, rolled on the spot, avoided him without saying a word, and opened its mouth to spray out a small stream of dragon breath at him.

There is a faint smell of sulfur.

This... Hoffa felt hot and retracted his hand.

Hoffa turned to the side of another young Hungarian Horntail and was about to reach out. The sleepy Horntail sensed something and opened its mouth to bite him. Hoffa quickly withdrew his hand.

The Hungarian Horntail took one bite. It quickly retreated and hid behind the chubby Brachysaurus, watching him warily.

Strange...

Hoffa had no choice but to turn to the fireball dragon.

I thought, considering that they both have Eastern ancestry, this fireball should accept me.

However, as soon as he reached the little fireball, the fireball immediately curled up and balled up in a wary manner. Two streams of white smoke came out of its nostrils, and high-temperature gas emitted from its whole body.

Fireball didn't accept him either.

He walked around among the group of baby dragons, but all the baby dragons ran away quickly after touching his hand. No matter how big or small, no one was willing to accept him.

Soon, all the fire dragons present were picked apart by other students. Aglaia held a Welsh green dragon in her arms, while Miranda carried a fanged dragon and looked at it with great interest.

Touching him all over his body, the Hungarian Horntail sat proudly on Sherlock's head, holding his head high.

The students present all picked their favorite dragons.

Hoffa was left empty-handed and gained nothing.

Fatir didn't pay attention to Hoffa. He saw that most of the students had obtained dragons, so he continued:

"In nature, all fire dragons will go through a period of play before becoming predators. This period of time may seem casual, but it is the most important time in their lives.

Compared with learning, playing will bring more unknown consequences, and dealing with these unknown consequences will cultivate a predator's adaptability. Only the creatures that perform best in playing games can become top predators.

The juvenile period of dragons only lasts about one year. Within one year, they will quickly reach adulthood and escape the care of their parents. I need you during this year..."

Just as he was speaking, Fatir saw an arm raised high.

He frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Hoffa: "I didn't pick the dragon."

"What?"

De Lacese frowned, and the students who picked the dragon looked at Hoffa with puzzled eyes.

"All the dragons rejected me," Hoffa said. "They don't seem to like me very much."

There was low laughter from all around, and in the laughter, Sherlock said jokingly: "Hero, show some courage."

Her joke made the students start to applaud and boo, but Hoffa felt a little bored. This guy... was haunting. Did he really think what he said was funny?

He was unhappy, but he didn't show any emotion on his face, he just looked at Drases.

Fatir seemed to sense the displeasure of the young man in front of him. He raised his hand to stop the students from shouting and asked Hoffa: "Have you ever raised other dragons?"

Hoffa looked up: "I didn't."

"Strange..." He walked up to Hoffa, leaned over and smelled him, and then he looked carefully into Hoffa's eyes.

"Were you the boy that night?"

"It's me."

Fatir snorted and shook his head: "If Long doesn't accept you, I won't be able to teach you the rest of the course."

Hoffa licked his lips: "Why?"

"Training dragons is the art of domination. If the young dragon cannot accept you, it means you are not suitable for this path, or you are not ready yet."

There was silence all around, and it was completely dark now. Hoffa looked at the eyes of the dragons around him that flickered on and off, and felt a little unwilling for a moment. He had swam more than fifty kilometers, and he had to get this result.
Chapter completed!