The weather was getting colder, and the Aglaia father and daughter who were tracking the missing fire dragon and students went out of the scope of Hogwarts. They even stayed away from the mountains of southern Scotland and came to the waters near the Hesidian Islands.

It was already dusk.

On the mountain road, Fatir was wearing a gray wizard robe, holding a cigarette holder in his mouth, and holding a wand in his hand. He clicked in the air very regularly. Every time he clicked, a green star would fall from the sky.

fell into his palm.

Here, rugged rocks and stone mountains are scattered on the ground like dragon bones, and streams make a tinkling sound. Surrounded by a completely deserted wilderness, it is eerily quiet.

On the frosty land, Aglaia exhaled a stream of white mist and watched the man fidgeting around with an impatient look in his eyes.

"You haven't found it yet? How long has it been?"

"I'll find him soon. I can feel him nearby."

Fatir said softly.

"Are you serious? Closer and closer, closer and closer. Please, I don't want to spend Christmas in the wild with you."

"Patience is essential."

Fatir squinted at the magic light spot in his hand: "This opponent is not as simple as you think."

As he spoke, the light spots formed a small arrow, pointing in another direction. He rubbed his palms, scattered the light spots, and walked in the direction of the light spots.

Aglaia rubbed her brow helplessly, sighed, and chased after him.

Since the student disappeared a week ago, they have not encountered any unusual situations.

For Aglaia, the man she saw that night became a mere illusion, and she did not even remember his appearance. And her father also returned to his taciturn demeanor and did not have any unnecessary communication with her.

When the two of them came to a stream, Fatir stopped again, smoking a cigarette and waving his wand in the air. When he finished smoking, he spit the cigarette butt directly on the ground.

Aglaia folded her arms and leaned against the tree, watching with cold eyes. She felt that this man looked like a third-world gangster who was not particular about what he did. She didn't even know how her mother fell in love with such a person in the first place.

She decided to ask her doubts.

"Hey." She called.

"what?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"What's up."

"You haven't been home for many years, why have you been there?"

"Busy." Fatil replied without raising his head.

"What are you busy with?" the girl asked calmly.

"There are more important things to do." Fatil replied dully.

"What's important?"

"It's not something you can participate in."

Fatir didn't want to continue talking.

"Ha." Aglaia laughed briefly, "Mother has thrown away all your photos."

"oh."

Fatir frowned: "Recovering dragons and students is not an easy task. You have to be careful."

Aglaia turned around, took two steps, and then kicked away a stone blocking the road. The stone fell into the stream nearby, making a splashing sound.

Fatir raised his palm: "Shh."

Unexpectedly, this action deepened the girl's disgust, and she kicked a stone on the ground harder.

But the stone floated in the air before falling into the stream.

Fatir used a floating spell to stop the stone from falling, and he gave Aglaia a stern look.

"Shh!"

The faint sound of wading came from far and near to Aglaia's ears. She was stunned and looked around nervously: "Have you found him?"

Fatir didn't say anything, but took her arm and flicked his wand. The two of them were enveloped by the disembodiment spell and disappeared out of thin air.

...

Not long after he disappeared, a tall figure appeared along the stream. He held a cloth bag and carefully looked around, getting closer and closer.

Under the setting sun of early winter, Aglaia could see the other person's appearance clearly. He was a boy, wearing a linen robe, with an abnormally tall body, but his face was young and immature.

She was startled.

She remembered that when she went to sell medicine with Hoffa during the summer vacation, she strayed into a village because she got lost and saw this weird-looking guy.

She had a heated argument with Hoffa about whether to help him.

It's just that they were in Wales at that time, but now he has gone to Scotland. What on earth is this man doing?

The big man dragged the bag to the river, took out a bunch of bottles and cans from his chest, opened them and scattered them around the river.

Not long after, a faint spicy fragrance drifted into Aglaia's nostrils, and colorful fungi appeared on the ground where the powder had been sprinkled. It was really beautiful.

The fungus plants grew rapidly under the stimulation of the drug. After the plants had finished growing rapidly, he tore off the plants and stuffed them into the bag he was holding.

After the bag was full, he muttered: "That should be enough."

After saying that, he threw the bag over his shoulder and quickly disappeared near the stream.

Watching Hagrid's leaving figure, the two of them released their phantom state.

Aglaia asked Fatil: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Fatir said solemnly.

"I have seen him, near Helzburg."

"That goblin town destroyed by the fire dragon?"

"That's right."

Fatir walked to the stream and stared at the few fungi that had not been pulled out on the ground: "You should be proficient in potions. Tell me, what are these plants used for?"

Aglaia walked along the stream and carefully observed the broken parts of the river bank where the fungi had been picked. While observing, he identified the types: "Nightmare cigar, blood tooth fungus, poisonous amanita, puffer fish fungus, ant street lamp...

..”

After counting all the fungi, Aglaia was surprised: "The ingredients of powerful anesthetics are used to anesthetize large creatures. What is that guy doing growing these drugs...?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fatir quickly chased after her.

Aglaia followed him, but was pushed away by him.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Aglaia sneered: "In a normal story, if you say so, one of us will definitely die."

"I'm not kidding. I'll check what's going on first and then notify you for help if needed."

"Why didn't you say that when you asked me to identify the potion just now?"

"The situation is unknown, so don't follow me anymore. If you follow me rashly, if something happens..."

"You can't explain it to my mother?"

Aglaia sneered.

"Weren't you quite confident before?"

Fatir's face darkened and he didn't want to say anything more.

Aglaia glanced at her father happily, thinking that this guy pretended to be a master in school, but when he came to her, he would still suffer...

The winter sunset quickly set. Hagrid, who was walking on the mountain road ahead, raised a torch. There was a rustling sound, and Aglaia and Fatir were hanging not far behind him. Then, Hagrid turned to the left.

After turning a corner and going straight down the hillside, they unexpectedly found a valley.

Hagrid had no idea that someone was following him. He climbed up the hillside and walked onto the path, and his speed became faster.

Aglaia and Fatil also followed quickly. The hedges on both sides were taller and denser than the ones they passed just now.

The dirt road was winding, full of potholes and rocks. Like the path just now, it went straight down and seemed to lead to a small patch of dark woods below. Sure enough, not long after walking, the dirt road connected with the dry bushes.

Immediately afterwards, they discovered several rows of huge footprints on the dirt road, one of which was larger than an adult lying down.

Looking at the footprints, Fatir said in a solemn voice: "They are the footprints of a dragon, an adult dragon."

Aglaia's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately thought of the scene when she was kidnapped by a fire dragon during her summer vacation. Then she thought of the destruction of Helzburg, which was a tragedy that resulted in the death of half of the goblins.

After thinking about it, the two of them arrived halfway up the mountain. Here, Hagrid disappeared, and they only saw a cave entrance the size of a person.

The area around the entrance of the cave was covered with moss and dense nettles grew all the way to the entrance of the cave.

The two looked at each other, and Fadir took out his wand and tapped Aglaia's arm: "Disler Falconte."

They entered the phantom state again and walked past the nettles toward the cave.

After entering the cave, there were piled rafters everywhere in the cave. The edge trees were thick and covered with thick old stains. The further they walked, the more open the cave became. Finally, they arrived
To be continued...