time

a week ago.

There was heavy snowfall in the Scottish wilderness. Aglaia held a wand in one hand and supported Fadir with the other, trudging through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

At this moment, both of them were in extremely bad condition. Aglaia's fingers were blue from the cold, and there was not much blood on her face. Her robe was in tatters, her hair was covered with snow, and her ears had two cuts from the frost.

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Fatil, on the other hand, was stumbling around with a bandage on his lower abdomen, looking half-dead and in a state of dissociation.

In front of them, there was a dilapidated wooden house, probably a building left by a hunter after hunting in the summer.

At this moment, more than half a month has passed since Fatir was attacked. In the cave half a month ago, the half-giant Hagrid stabbed Fatil through. Aglaia was proficient in potions and searched the cave.

A few medicinal materials, crudely refined and made into fresh ingredients, saved my father's life.

She hoped to take Fadil back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. But the injury was too serious, and the sudden heavy snowfall, all she could do was to stop and go, collecting herbs while walking, trying to relieve Fadil's constant pain.

Worsening injuries.

Standing in front of this abandoned hunter's cabin, she put down Fatir and kicked open the wooden door. There was nothing in the abandoned wooden cabin, only a few pieces of firewood.

"Damn it!"

Aglaia cursed secretly and touched Fatir's neck.

The pulse is as thin as a gossamer.

She untied the luggage bag on her back. There were only a few things in the luggage, a gray dragon egg and a few medicine bottles. The dragon egg was seized from the cave, and Aglaia had no interest in it.

She took the medicine jar and slowly peeled off the gauze on Fatir's lower abdomen. The wound stabbed by the half-giant was still hideous, with blood and flesh in it, and the organs were squirming.

An invisible force pulled Fatir up like a puppet and put him into a posture.

While Aglaia was applying the medicine, she saw a black shadow slowly squirming on the ground. Every time it squirmed, Fatir changed his posture, as if a ghost was holding him.

After applying the medicine, Aglaia looked at the medicine jar and saw that there was not much medicine left.

But there was still about a week to go before Hogwarts, and she had to find some backup hemostatic and muscle-building drugs. Otherwise, Fatir might not be able to survive this short week.

She arranged the gauze, stood up and looked at the snowy forest outside the house.

She must collect enough healing medicine in a short period of time, otherwise Fatir is likely to die in this wild forest.

After making up her mind, she added a handful of dry wood to the fire. She walked out of the cabin and re-entered the snowy forest.

Searching for medicine alone in the snow-covered north of Scotland is an incredibly difficult task even for a wizard.

She kept digging through the snow, trying to find the herbs buried under the snow, but she often got only disappointment. A clever woman can't make a meal without straw, and without herbs, she couldn't make magic potions out of thin air.

At this time, there was a crunching sound in the snow in the distance. She turned her head and immediately stood up straight.

A two-meter tall shadow slowly emerged from the snow. It had brown scales, apricot eyes, and was covered in spikes.

It was the Hungarian Horntail that they rescued. However, compared to half a month ago, the Hungarian Horntail was a lot bigger.

After the Horntail appeared, other rescued fire dragons also slowly emerged from the snow, including the White Eyes, the Venomous Dragon... One of them, a fat Swedish Brachysaurus, had a twitching one in its mouth.

of elk.

The elk was bitten through its lower abdomen, and its blood dripped all over the snow like enchanting plum blossoms.

The dragons came back from hunting, and Aglaia felt both happy and wary at the same time. She was happy because she could fill her stomach. But she was wary because the dragons would not leave the deer to her.

Sure enough, the Swedish Brachysaurus dropped the reindeer on the snow and swayed back and forth while looking at Aglaia.

The leader of the Hungarian Horntail looked at Aglaia, tentatively spitting out a ball of flame, with provocation in its apricot eyeballs.

Although she was exhausted, cold and hungry, Aglaia held her head high and her chest high when facing the dragons. Her expression was extremely solemn and her eyes did not flinch at all.

She knew that if her spirit slackened in the slightest, the dragons would tear her apart without hesitation and then select a new leader of the dragons.

The girl and the dragon group faced off for about half a minute, and most of the small fire dragons in the dragon group lowered their heads.

But only the larger fire dragons are more powerful and will not easily give up the opportunity to challenge the leadership position.

After staring for a long time, the Horntail stretched its head.

"roar!!"

It barked.

It seems that he wants to take further action.

Aglaia immediately raised her hand and snapped her fingers. An invisible Welsh green dragon emerged from the snow and knocked away the Hungarian Horntail.

The hornet was in pain and wanted to get angry.

Aglaia snapped: "That's enough."

The two words were so important that the hornet that challenged the leadership of the Aglaia dragon group fell silent. The Swedish short-nosed dragon behind it grunted and stepped forward, pushing the reindeer who was still in the low number to the Aglai.

In front of Asia.

Aglaia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This action meant that the dragons still recognized her as the leader. In dragon society, only the leader has the ability to distribute food.

She pulled out a dagger and held down the reindeer's neck.

"sorry."

She put her head against the reindeer's head and whispered.

The dagger pierced the neck and severed the reindeer's spine. The reindeer whined, its eyes became slack and relaxed.

Aglaia spit out a mouthful of white mist, suppressed the discomfort, and cut off a piece of meat from the reindeer's hind leg with a cold face. This action even gave her phantom pain, but she had no choice.

After cutting the meat, insert the dagger back into your waist.

The Hungarian Horntail immediately got close to him, and Aglaia nodded, touched its head covered with spikes, and moved out of the way. The Horntail circled around the reindeer and bit off a leg hard.

This action was like ringing the bell for dinner, and the dragons all rushed forward. Seeing the dragons competing for food, no dragon cared about her. Aglaia sighed inaudibly.

"Damn...this job is simply not done by humans."

Aglaia muttered to herself, leaning against the tree trunk. With the fire dragon, she must maintain absolute confidence and an absolute leadership posture at all times.

If a dragon sees that he looks depressed, he is afraid that he will be devoured in minutes. Even the green dragon that is closest to him is essentially a green dragon.

The social laws of dragons have no warmth at all, only ruling and being ruled.

After taking a breather and resting for a while, she carried the venison, put it on top with wooden sticks, found a corner away from the dragons, and planned to make a fire. Eat something and then go on the road to find medicine.

She didn't want to go on the road with the dragons, it would be too tiring.

Her high profile so far has all been pretended. Even to the green dragon who knows her best, she can't show any signs of weakness.

Just like a down-and-out businessman who goes to the bank for a loan, no matter how poor he is, he still has to look glamorous. Thinking about that glamor is sad.

The venison was getting cooked, and a hint of meaty aroma gradually spread in the forest. Aglaia held the dagger, preparing to cut a piece of venison for consumption.

"Hello."

There was a shout from behind.

She turned her head warily and saw a man holding a bow and arrow slowly walking out of the forest. The man had tangled hair, a face that was blue and red from the cold, and was wearing dirty leather gloves and a moleskin hat.

With a magic wand, he is a hunter.

"Hey, where did you get your meat?"

The hunter looked at Aglaia and asked.

Seeing someone coming, Aglaia immediately stood up and drew out her wand vigilantly. This was the first time she had seen a wizard other than Fatir in these days.

In this wilderness, she had to be extra cautious.

The hunter held up his bow and arrow, walked step by step to Aglaia, and looked her up and down.

"This is venison. I just lost a deer."

said the hunter.

After losing a deer, Aglaia wondered whether her dragon had been snatched from his hand. She turned her head slightly and glanced behind her. The fire dragons vying for food were very blurry in the wind and snow.

"have no idea."

Aglaia lied and said coldly: "I prepared this from home."

"How come a little girl like you is here?"

The hunter looked at Aglaia calmly.

"Lost?"

"picnic."

Aglaia half-seriously said, "With my friends."

"Where is your friend?"

"What does it have to do with you in other places?"

"Can I have some together?"
To be continued...