bookbashuk Chapter 399 The Rampage of the Dragon Cart! [The White Dragon's Molting] The final material obt
Chapter 399 The Rampage of the Dragon Cart! [The White Dragon's Molting] The final material obt
Chapter 399 The Rampage of the Dragon Cart! [The White Dragon's Molting] The final material obtained!
"Ugh, ughhhh!"
Harry clutched his head, bent over, and knelt on the ground in agony.
Blazing flames continuously shot out from between his eyes and fingers!
"Harry?!" Ron's eyes widened, and he anxiously tried to help his good friend. "What's wrong? Ouch! It's so hot!"
""
It's Death!
Ethan's eyes flashed, a dark shadow surged, and he appeared beside Harry in a flash!
Reaching out, he pressed his hand against Harry's head, and a calm yet powerful flow of magic emanated from him.
He spoke in a deep voice: "Don't hold back, unleash your power! Only by devouring the intruders can you achieve lasting peace!"
I wonder if he listened to Ethan's words.
"Ughhhhh!!!"
Harry suddenly raised his head and let out a roar filled with pain and anger!
Flames blazed in his eyes, erupting like flying meteorites!
The students screamed and dodged, the flames landing on the ground and instantly melting the thick snow, scorching a black hole in the earth.
【No-!】
Accompanied by a barely audible roar.
Harry collapsed to the ground with a thud, gasping for breath.
The intense flames in his eyes gradually died down, and he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of water.
...I don't know why.
Harry had a premonition that the hallucinations that had been tormenting him would never appear again.
Reborn from the ashes, at this moment, he became the master of those illusions!
"Well done, Harry."
A voice as mellow and elegant as red wine rang out from above.
Immediately afterwards, a cool magical power flowed into his mind, calming the scorching fire.
Harry strained to lift his eyes to look at the terrifying, swirling face, opened his mouth, and croaked, "What...what exactly is in my head?"
Professor Norn held up a finger, saying mysteriously and playfully, "I've installed the great art that turns you into a walking, talking turret. You're welcome, Harry."
"6
""
Harry buried his head in the snow, unwilling to face the reality that he had woken up to find himself in a different species.
Under the magical coolness, his throbbing head gradually eased.
But isn't Ethan the same as "Mr. Lamp"?
He manipulated the illusions too, didn't he?
Why would he deliberately sabotage himself...? Could it be another of Ethan's little-known quirks, or rather, his little-known performance art?
Before they could even react...
"roar--!!"
A deafening roar suddenly rang out from the front!
"So unpredictable!"
The snow on the trees was shaken off and fell in droves, raising a cloud of white snow mist.
Everyone looked up in horror and saw the white dragon breathing heavily, its vertical pupils narrowed to needles, its body lowered, staring intently at them!
They clearly treated them like intruders into their territory!
"Oh no! Long Ying has become agitated!"
Hagrid's face turned ashen as he desperately tugged at the dragon's bulging snout, trying to calm it down!
"Shh—my little darling! No one here will hurt you, you don't need to be afraid—ah!"
With a flick of his wrist, Bai Long sent the burly Hagrid flying like a little chick!
He crashed into a tree not far away, his head and face covered in snow, and he was dizzy from the fall.
"roar...
..!
The white dragon roared and approached the students who were frozen in fear step by step.
His pupils trembled, as if blinded by the shadows of the past, revealing a mixture of fear and anger.
Its five claws dug into the ground, and the muscles, etched with old wounds, bulged, ready to pounce!
Hagrid: "Run! Run—!!"
A loud shout jolted the students awake!
Like starving ghosts rushing to the cafeteria after class at noon, they screamed and scattered in all directions!
Ron wailed, "Merlin! I knew something bad would happen in Hagrid's class!"
"Wait!" Hermione suddenly called out, stopping in her tracks and turning around. "Harry... Harry's still standing there!"
Harry, who had just suffered a severe injury, was still lying paralyzed on the spot, unable to move.
Standing before him like a fortress was their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Ann Norn.
"Ya-le ya-le".
Ethan stared at the gaping maw rapidly approaching him, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
In his lowered hand, he grasped a piece of pale white spine.
Strands of bright red blood gushed out, swirling and intertwining along the spine, then coalescing into a solid shape.
"It seems necessary for you to get to know your master again, Little White Dragon."
The words fell.
Ethan suddenly raised his arm, and the blood in his hand coalesced into a huge cleaver several meters long!
Like a guillotine falling from a great height, the back of the blade slammed into the white dragon's neck!
"roar!"
The white dragon let out a mournful cry, and its head slammed uncontrollably into the ground!
With a dull thud, the snow mist rose like a wall, and the immense force made the earth tremble a few times!
Stop the dragon car!
"5
""
Harry propped his head up, staring blankly at the dragon's kiss that was so close to him.
He was so close that he could see the bits of meat stuck in the fangs and feel the hot, moist breath.
The distance was very close, yet the white dragon could not advance even an inch further.
"For an unfinished work, it's not bad."
A leisurely voice rang out from above.
Harry looked up and saw that inhuman, swirling face.
In his elegant white-gloved hands, he gripped a massive, scarlet cleaver, the spurting blood staining his spotless suit.
Even through the mask, Harry could imagine Ethan's expression.
...It must be looking down at the white dragon lying prostrate on the ground, a pleased smile playing on its lips.
Just like Ethan usually is.
All around was deathly silent.
Hermione and the other students had already stopped walking.
He stood there, mouth agape, staring blankly at the leisurely figure.
It was as if what had just happened wasn't a single blow that subdued the dragon, but rather as simple as drinking a cup of tea.
"That's...that's amazing..."
"7
Ron murmured absentmindedly, a hint of envy in his eyes.
Even his inhumanly swirling face now looked incredibly handsome.
That's unique!
At this time.
"Pfft, pfft."
A slight sound came from under Ethan's machete.
next second.
Just as a cicada shed its shell, a sturdy, milky-white membrane suddenly split open from the white dragon's body!
It landed gently on the ground, like a pile of cotton blankets.
It was revealed, its brand-new scales shimmering in the sunlight!
"roar--!"
The white dragon roared again, but this roar was different from its previous agitation.
Ethan seemed to sense something and moved the blade away.
As soon as the pressure on him disappeared, the white dragon immediately raised his upper body!
"Splash!"
The enormous wings spread out, and the previously damaged periosteum became whole again.
The scales, once marked with old wounds, now bear only faint traces, becoming smooth and hard.
As if showing off its new life to everyone, the white dragon stretched its body proudly and freely, constantly letting out joyful roars.
"So it's about to shed its skin!"
Hagrid cried out as he stumbled through the snow.
"No wonder I've been so anxious and sensitive... I'm so stupid, I never thought that adult dragons shed their skin during special times!"
Hagrid looked at the white dragon as if he were seeing his own promising eldest son, and his eyes welled up with tears.
He kept calling out, "Oh—little White, that's it! Live freely here! No one can hurt you anymore!"
"roar!"
The white dragon roared in response.
It folded its wings, leaned down towards Ethan, and stared at him intently with its now calm, orange-yellow vertical pupils.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, pondering to himself:
Does this dragon want to become his art? Is it really that proactive?
Suddenly, the white dragon leaned forward and nudged Ethan gently with its wet snout.
A low, gurgling sound came from his throat.
Hagrid: "Gorgon, running wild! It's found its master! Little White, you've found yourself a good owner!"
'
"...Just got beaten up, and now they're being so affectionate." Ximo couldn't help but mutter, "Does this dragon have some kind of special fetish?"
'
""
Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly, paused, and then gently touched the white dragon's chin.
It was cold and hard, but very smooth and easy to handle.
So Ethan couldn't help but play with it a few more times.
Behind the mask, a faint gentleness shone through her curved eyes.
Then.
The white dragon stepped back and nudged the "quilt" on the ground with its nose.
"Will you give it to me? You're such a good baby."
Ethan chuckled.
The moment his hand touched the "quilt," his relaxed smile froze, his pupils contracted, and a glint of light appeared in his eyes!
[Congratulations! You have obtained the final ingredient for Golden Cup Dew: a complete molted skin of an adult dragon!]
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