As soon as Fatir said Noble's words, Aglaia almost went crazy. Why was this guy even less reliable than herself? He actually called out his name like this. She also planned to launch a sneak attack to kill this guy.

Let’s talk about uniforms.

But now it's too late.

The man who whipped Hagrid looked back. At this moment, the enthusiastic expression on his face changed several times, ranging from surprise, fear, viciousness, and finally turned expressionless.

"Fatil de Lasese."

Norbert lowered his head and hissed in a low voice: "You're not dead yet."

"I wish I were dead now." Fatil said softly, "No one desires that moment more than me."

"Bah." Norbert spat on the ground and smacked his lips, "How hypocritical, who asked you to come here."

"Isn't this what I should ask you?"

Fatir pointed at the young dragon hanging in mid-air, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm doing things you can't even imagine, old friend."

Norbert said enthusiastically, the air gradually solidified, he arched his shoulders and put the wand behind his back with his right hand.

Aglaia's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. Her father seemed to know the man in front of her.

Fatir did not move. He asked: "Who are you serving now? With such a large territory and so much equipment, this burden is not something you can support."

"Yeah, hum."

Norbert laughed sinisterly:

"Dragons have always been under your jurisdiction and control. How can ordinary wizards like us have the qualifications to get involved? Are you right?"

After speaking, he flicked his wand without hesitation: "Avada Kedavra!"

Aglaia almost screamed.

The bright green light is like an emerald poisonous snake coming out of its cave, illuminating every corner of the cave. The pure will of death is like the god of death holding up a sickle and slashing down hard.

In the blink of an eye, the curse has not yet touched Fadil.

Norbert Hagrid was violently knocked out by an invisible fist and hit the wall heavily.

The death curse passed by Fatil's side, and he was like a marionette, being dragged by an invisible force to avoid the sickle of death.

At this moment, Aglaia's heart was stuck in her throat. She covered her mouth and her body trembled. This was the first time she faced the Death Curse, and the pressure that could kill her at the touch of it frightened him.

Norbert Hagrid crawled out from the gravel, swaying from side to side, and sneered hoarsely:

"You're so lucky that your old bones can still remain so flexible."

After saying that, his muscles swelled and he gained a lot of weight. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he flew out and hit Fatil hard in the chest. Fatil took two steps back. A trace of blood spilled out from his mouth.

"What happened to your power!?" Fatir asked in shock, covering his chest.

Noble: "You have studied dragons for so many years, but you know nothing about their true power. It's so sad."

He spread his hands, and the muscles in his body expanded.

"We have been working together for more than ten years, and I have already absorbed all your knowledge."

After saying that, he bent down, with spikes growing out of his head like a half-dragon, and wanted to charge at Fatir again. But at this time, he found that he couldn't move no matter what. It was like being under a petrification spell.

Fatir's thin body climbed up from the ground with some difficulty. He wiped his lips and said: "It seems that you have not fully absorbed my knowledge."

As he spoke, Norbert Hagrid seemed to be entangled by an invisible giant python, his whole body stretched straight and his body twisted into a weird arc.

He looked down and saw a black shadow spiraling out from under Fatir's feet and dancing around him.

"This is......!"

The shrill roar echoed in the cave hall.

"Shadow Dragon?"

"That's right, one of the rarest dragon species, lurking in the shadows and relying on the host's energy for food." Fatir said.

"You really deserve to be a master of dragon training. You dare to carry this kind of thing with you. Aren't you afraid of being sucked in by it!?"

Norbert gritted his teeth and said.

Only then did Aglaia realize that her father's shadow kept dancing on the ground, dragging the old man with him. Fadil was obviously a person, but his shadow was in the shape of a dragon. She had never noticed this scene before.

"Stop talking nonsense, who do you serve?" Fadir pointed his wand at Norbert Hagrid's temple.

The shadow hovered around Norbert Hagrid. Every time it hovered, he seemed to be wrapped around a giant python. His body tightened, his eyes bulged, and he struggled continuously.

"I don't serve anyone, I serve the world." Noble hissed in a low voice, veins popping up on his forehead.

Fatir took a few breaths and said: "Serving the world, murdering dragons, and using the Unforgivable Curse, what do you call serving the world? You have committed countless major sins!"

"This is... a necessary... means!"

He spat out a stream of blood and roared: "If you don't take action yet, do you want to watch me die!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-giant boy on the side appeared out of nowhere. He tremblingly swung a big wooden stick and threw it at Fadir.

Aglaia reacted and waved her magic wand before the stick fell on Fatir's head.

"Detention quickly!"

Purple chains spurted out from the wand, tightly binding the half-giant boy.

He fell to the ground without much resistance, and the wooden stick in his hand rolled far away.

"Trash, are you a mountain monster?"

Noble, whose body was squeezed out of shape, cried out in despair.

"Why are you so useless...?"

"That's enough, tell me, who are you helping here? If you tell me, I can still plead with you from the Ministry of Magic!"

"Can't you guess it?"

Noble stared at Fatir and roared: "Everything is over. You nobles, big families, and upper-class people, your era is over."

After saying that, without waiting for Fatir to ask questions, he used all his strength and slammed his head against the stalactites of the cave. A big hole was opened in his head and he fainted on the spot.

The cave returned to silence from the noise. The black shadow on the ground slowly became thinner and shorter, swam back to Fatir's feet, and returned to its normal human form.

Fatir looked at Noble who hit the wall, his face full of confusion.

Aglaia slowly walked to Norbert who fell to the ground.

"Dead...dead?"

Fatir bent down and explored with his fingers.

"Not dead, just fainted."

"You know this old madman... do you know him?"

"We know each other. We studied dragons together. Many years ago."

Fatir looked at Noble's face steadily: "But I never thought he would become what he is now."

"Yeah, I think you two look alike."

After speaking softly, Aglaia strode to her fire dragon and pointed her wand: "Split into pieces."

The young fire dragons hanging at the top of the cave were removed. Those young dragons must have taken some unknown drugs, and now they are all unconscious.

Aglaia counted the young dragons in detail and found her own Welsh green dragon among them. She happily touched its head. Fortunately, she arrived in time and these dragons were not like the adult dragons outside.

Like a fire dragon, his blood was drained and he died.

After finding the lost fire dragon, Aglaia tried to find her missing classmates.

But after searching around the cave, she found no trace of any other creatures, and her classmates were still missing.

Returning to the console, Fatir was flipping through some parchments of Norbert Hagrid with a solemn expression. While flipping through the pages: "Biological fusion, as expected..."

"What is that?"

Aglaia asked.

Fatir put down the parchment: "Ultimate Creature Project."

"What ultimate creature?"

"Ten years ago, we were in an organization studying dragons. This was our common hobby, and we both believed that creatures like fire dragons contained endless power that could be developed and used to help wizards.

However, in the wizarding world, a secret began to spread at some point, saying that there is a perfect dragon in the world, which has the advantages of all dragons.

It has super fast flight speed, unparalleled strength, the hottest dragon breath, the largest size, and the most gorgeous appearance. At the same time, it has the ability to control all living creatures and stands at the top of the food chain."

"Control all living things?"

Aglaia: "Do you still have this kind of power?"

"have no idea."

Fatil shook his head: "No one has ever seen it, but I personally think it is just a fantasy, a creature dreamed up by some immature young people.
To be continued...