HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 320 Swedish Short-nosed Dragon

One of the over-age warriors is doing pretty well here.

Continuing the usual perfect performance of a good student.

The lucky Chinese Fireball Dragon that successfully survived the tribulation was knocked out again by the dragon training team with a spell, as if they were playing with a dragon, and was replaced by a beautiful silver-blue Swedish Short-nosed Dragon.

This fire dragon is short and petite, with not many spikes on its body, and looks quite delicate.

Dumbledore exits the stage and the whistle blows one last time, signaling Grindelwald to enter.

"The last one! Professor Grindelwald!"

Grindelwald, dressed in a chic Bavarian national costume, walked out with a dashing pace, without any pressure.

He adapted well to the gazes around him and waved to everyone around him with ease.

The Durmstrang elites in their blood-red school robes, as well as the core saints who knew there was a master's match today and tried their best to blend into the audience, cheered wildly.

Not to be outdone, the young wizards at Hogwarts screamed for the popular Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Kraft in the referee's booth also clapped wildly, leaning forward, and was obviously more focused.

Compared to the previous warriors, there was a fanatical atmosphere around them, as if they were going to preach.

Alison, who was lying on the railing and sticking close to Dumbledore, complained: "It's exactly like a fan meeting. Is he really preparing for the dragon competition?"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly but tolerantly, blinking his blue eyes gently and meeting the man's burning gaze.

After getting the response, Grindelwald was visibly in a good mood.

The old devil took a few graceful steps and stood in the center of the venue, then he casually glanced at the uneasy Swedish short-nosed dragon.

A stream of scorching blue flame spewed out of the dragon's mouth, its fleshy wings spread out, and its eyes stared at the old wizard in front of it with vigilance and anxiety.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly, and his wand moved gracefully in a circle around him.

Fire shield protection.

Blue flames burned high at the extended points between the wand and the ground, forming a protective circle.

Although both are blue flames, the magic flame formed by black magic is even hotter than the dragon flame of the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

The tongues of fire were leaping around like eels, causing even the air to become distorted.

Many of the white-haired core saints on the stage admired the fusion spell created by the master with nostalgic eyes.

Bagman, who was in charge of the commentary, was stuck and couldn't recognize which spell it was.

He looked for help at Dumbledore, who must have known the answer.

Dumbledore observed the battle situation, chuckled, and took over the commentary work in a good-tempered manner.

"Fire Shield. This is a spell that Grindelwald and I combined together when we were young to create a new one. It is very powerful, and the magic flame in it can devour everything..."

"Is there Fiendfyre?" Bagman did a good job of making a cameo. This guy could be a commentator, so he obviously had a good understanding of spells and the dark arts.

Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment.

Bagman's heart skipped a beat.

That thing called Lihuo is burning underneath. Is this fire dragon going to be destroyed too?

These fire dragons were dragged into the competition, which was like a tribulation.

The lucky ones live, the unlucky ones die.

The circle of fire was expanding, and the Swedish short-nosed dragon became increasingly irritable, wandering around in place, trying to avoid the dangerous circle of fire.

She was quite smart and thought about getting rid of the caster first so that the fire would collapse on its own.

But the fire shield has the function of defending against spells, and the flames she sprayed out tentatively and carefully were blocked several times.

But her beloved dragon egg was right beside her.

She flapped her wings nervously and flew up slightly, but then fell down again, unwilling to give up the eggs.

And as she flew higher, the flames also grew just as fiercely, blocking her way to the sky and trapping her to death here.

"Looking at the performance on the field now, this fusion spell should have a fusion defense spell, right? Is it an armor spell?"

Although Bagman felt uneasy, he still remembered his explanation work and continued to ask Dumbledore questions.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on his lover, and he continued in a gentle voice, "There is indeed an armor charm. The Fire Shield contains three spells: Fiendfyre, Armor Charm, and Fidelius."

The old principal didn't mind saying a few words.

Grindelwald himself below did not stop it - or rather, he was enjoying his lover's gaze and explanation, busy spreading his peacock feathers, gracefully and skillfully controlling Fiendfyre like a conductor.

As for whether someone will steal our skills or find our weaknesses, that's too much to think about.

These are all advanced magics, and the fierce fire is notoriously difficult to control among the black magics, and it can easily backfire on itself.

It is not easy to practice one skillfully, let alone combine the three.

Even though all the teachers and students at Hogwarts have been trained in the game world for a year, there are only a few who can reach this level of control.

"I admire you, you are worthy of being Professor Grindelwald." Bagman was sweating a little, but he wanted to shout "Genius".

The old devil is worthy of being the old devil, and Dumbledore is worthy of being Dumbledore. When they were young, they both dared to play with Fiendfyre and successfully integrated other advanced spells...

A normal wizard would never even think of doing this.

He did not continue to ask about the effect of the Fidelius Charm.

Obviously, what can the old devil do? It must be used to identify the loyalty of subordinates.

If you are not loyal, you will be burned to death by the fierce fire.

A dark wizard indeed.

All I can say is that it is fortunate that he is no longer causing trouble or provoking wars, but has become an old professor who cultivates the next generation of Britain.

Professor Dumbledore has done a great deed by conquering the old devil.

Soon, the flames spread out like a multi-headed snake, chasing the Swedish short-nosed dragon from the inside to the outside.

Poor dragon, no matter how small its body was or how agile it was, it was quickly trapped due to the limited space available for escape.

The old devil waved his wand calmly.

The blue flames that were chasing and forcing the fire dragon like a multi-headed snake gradually twisted together and gathered into a fire dragon no smaller than the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon. It flapped its wings and gradually flew up, as if it wanted to destroy everything.

The giant blue flame dragon pounced ferociously at the fire dragon on the ground.

Compared to Dumbledore's simple and unpretentious clearance process, Grindelwald's this time was much more grand.

It feels like watching a Hollywood blockbuster up close in the real world and watching the expensive special effects.

The blue fire spread along the dragon's scales and spikes, burning away the soft and fragile parts.

With its entire body on fire, the Swedish short-nosed dragon began to struggle violently, but was unable to break free, and its tragic screams resounded through the sky.

Dumbledore was present, so it was impossible for him to just watch the dragon being burned to death.

The old headmaster's eyes narrowed and he pointed his wand in that direction.

"The curse stops immediately!"

The Fiendfyre was forcibly extinguished by the will of its master and Dumbledore's universal antidote.