Chapter 107 The Prophet and the Fire Dragon (page 12)
Austria, the town of Nurmengard.
The town is a few kilometers down the mountain, and as night falls, lights are revealed in every house. Standing on the mountain, you can hear the music playing from the big speakers in the town square. Before dinner, the town's loudspeakers always relay the serenade played on Vienna Radio to people walking on the street.
In this relaxed atmosphere, people in the town rarely look up at the small hill not far away and the ancient fortress built on it.
"There's nothing interesting to see in that place. It's just a pile of ruins and a dilapidated tower."
The adults in the town always say this to their children, and at the same time, this is also what their parents tell them.
However, neither these adults nor the older people seem to know where this impression comes from.
Anyway, just ignore the hill and the buildings on it.
As for those who could notice what the townsfolk described as a "shabby" tower, something else would stop them.
The blue flame formed a smoldering ring of fire outside the Nurmengard Tower, first blocking the little bugs who tried to enter the tower for "pilgrimage" or do other strange things.
This kind of flame is a variant of the powerful black magic Fire Curse. Even if you master the counter-curse of the Fire Curse, you cannot suppress it.
As long as an ordinary wizard is exposed to a trace of this kind of flame, he will experience a bone-piercing burning sensation; if the wizard still persists in trying to cross the circle of fire, he will be quickly reduced to ashes by the flames.
Even if some wizards manage to cross this barrier, there are still more deadly magic traps waiting for them behind.
Nurmengard Tower is such a "dragon pool and tiger's den".
Moreover, unlike "Ekostagg Prison", this magical prison that has long been claimed to be abandoned by the German Ministry of Magic is actually still "providing those poor criminals with free daily meals and terrifying "The manticore calls for service" - Although Nurmengard Castle (Tower) is still a magical prison in theory, there is only one prisoner in it.
"Gettler, Merry Christmas."
Dumbledore, with all white hair and beard, stood outside the tower, chanting a person's name and adding his own holiday blessings.
The last time he was here was the last time.
At this time, there was no other living creature around him except for a Thestral which was eating beef ribs carefully prepared by Hagrid.
"It seems that you are indeed still abiding by the agreement, so I feel relieved." He carefully checked the flame barrier that was in good condition and confirmed that his old friend had not broken his promise and was still in a state of self-imprisonment.
"I'm glad that your followers are still dormant and not participating in the farce this Christmas - whether they are actually still strictly obeying your orders, or simply because they also I'm already old - in short, the world is changing fast enough, I really..."
Just when Dumbledore was standing on the cold wind-swept mountain, chattering away like a fireside chat, a gap suddenly opened in the flame barrier in front of him.
"What are you doing?" The old wizard couldn't help but frowned.
As he said, for an old man like him, the world has changed fast enough recently, and he doesn't want to see anything new. However, there are always some things that will not change based on his personal will.
For example, the choice of Gertler Grindelwald. Dumbledore, once an old friend, lover and enemy, would always be caught off guard by many of the extremely important choices he made in his life. Because, although Dumbledore has great magic power, he is not a prophet.
But Grindelwald is!
Just now, Grindelwald, who was imprisoned in Nurmengard, sent the hookah skull that had been accompanying him in prison out of the tower.
"You must know, you shall know."
On the hookah skull, there is this sentence written in German. The engraving marks are very new and appear to have been newly added by Grindelwald.
"Smoking is harmful to your health. If you have nothing to do, smoke less. I advise you to take care of yourself."
Accompanied by the howling cold wind, Dumbledore, who was not good at telling jokes, told a cold joke, but in the end he reached out to catch the hookah skull floating in the air.
Although he advised Grindelwald to stop smoking, he picked up the hookah pipe and prepared to put it in his mouth - this is a very advanced magical item. A prophet like Grindelwald who has the "Third Eye" can use it to share himself A glimpse of the future.
Since he was imprisoned in the Nurmengard Tower, Grindelwald had occasionally responded to Dumbledore's greetings in the past few decades. Tonight, for the first time, he took the initiative to share the future he saw. Dumbledore had to give his old friend some face.
When the old wizard was about to inhale the smoke stored in the crystal skull for the first time, a "beep" sound suddenly sounded not far behind him, and someone used the Apparition sound to come to Nurmengard.
"Bless Merlin, Dumbledore you are indeed here, you need to come with us to the Ministry of Magic."
Two gray-haired wizards, a man and a woman, appeared behind Dumbledore.
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Bourne took action. He appeared under the Horntail Dragon that August had transformed into at a speed that was like apparating away.
The beast's big head rested awkwardly on its broad shoulders, and its face was full of untamed and cruelty - it looked very unnatural, unlike the fire dragons raised in the fire dragon sanctuary or dragon training farm. The leather armor is smooth and shiny, but not as primitive and powerful as the wild fire dragon.
Its skin color is dark green, but there is a touch of pale underneath, as if to show that it is actually a blunt and terrifying magical product.
Brown fangs protruded from the lips and jaws of this treetop dragon, and the hatred burning in its eyes was so fierce that Bourne could almost feel the emotion condensing into shape.
According to Bourne's past memories, the best way to deal with this kind of monster is to fight it quickly.
The imperial eagle-shaped hammer-headed psychic scepter slammed into its sternum with a banging sound. Each impact exploded its skin and flesh, and dark red and thick blood splashed onto Bourne's extremely majestic body.
However, this fire dragon showed absolutely no fear. Even after being beaten until it bled, it roared, opened its mouth wide, and bit him.
"Cunning guy." Byrne saw through its trick. It can obviously breathe fire, but it has to pretend to fight to the end.
As the monster's mouth approached him, Bourne used the power of his chain sword, stepped on the ground with both feet, and used a neutral jump to slash at the enemy's neck.
As for the fire dragon that August turned into, only at this moment did his eyes reveal a hint of subtle cunning.
It believed Byrne had been fooled.
Then, the two hind legs that supported the body suddenly took two steps back, and the thorny tail swept the big Bohemian sofa in the suite aside. The two front paws with the skin attached were swung forward forcefully.
"The flames are blazing!"
You know, August himself is still a wizard. Using the dragon transformation technique of Fairy Lanlock does not mean that he loses his ability to cast spells.