The iron fist struck out, knocking a group of crazy hunters to the ground.

But the damage is not great.

They were all wearing tight, heavy armor.

Scamander waved his wand, and his huge fist immediately turned into a fence, blocking the road.

This is his main purpose.

Protect ordinary people.

"Wizard, aren't you going to run away?" Caranthir raised his wand, the air tightened, and frost spread from under his wand to the distance. In almost the blink of an eye, it covered half of the street.

Large-scale magic.

The wild hunt dogs and wild hunts also quickened their pace and rushed over.

In winter, a heavy snow fell in this city, just in time for Christmas.

Fainted!

Scamander aimed his spell at the nearest knight and struck him with uncanny accuracy.

The Wild Hunter didn't dodge either.

A small red light, without that kind of earth-shattering power, does not look like some powerful magic, and... the Wild Hunt are all elite, and the armor they wear are all exquisite works of masters, which can resist the power of the warlock's spell to a certain extent. He has confidence in himself and his armor.

but……

It was so hard that he fell straight down.

The people behind did not hesitate, stepping on their companions' bodies and continued forward.

Scamander continued to cast the spell.

Having learned a lesson before, the Wild Hunts knew that such a seemingly subtle spell could also cause unexpected and surprising effects, so they began to dodge.

Slow down a bit.

But after all, there were only six people in the team and eight dogs. They were outnumbered and in the blink of an eye, the distance between them was less than twenty meters.

Scamander glanced to the side.

Those troublesome No-Majors had all dispersed. Vehicles did come by, but were stopped by iron fences from a distance.

Safety.

So……

He threw the box in front of him, waved it lightly, and with a click, the lock on the box twisted and opened.

A rough roar was heard.

Fire and molten lava gushed out.

Caught off guard, he vomited all over the Wild Hunter's face.

"Norbert, I'm glad you're still so energetic." Scamander whispered and waved his wand again.

A black, handsome dragon came out of the box, staring at the armored knights in front of it with a fierce look.

This is the fire dragon that hatched from the dragon egg that Hagrid obtained six years ago. It has always been in Scamander's hands.

certainly……

Scamander did not tame it.

No one has ever managed to tame a fire dragon.

As a master of magical creatures, he has always insisted that creatures should not be kept in captivity unless they are willing, just like the three Kneazles in his home.

However, Norbert is not suitable to be free-range now.

It is only six years old this year, far from being an adult. In the wild, a young dragon without a mother dragon to take care of it will often have only two outcomes. In the competition of the jungle, it will be swallowed by a more powerful magical animal, a fire dragon, which is a great prey; or it will be targeted by poachers and killed. The materials of a young dragon are not as precious as those of an adult fire dragon, but it is also a generous reward.

The best possible outcome would be for it to be discovered by the Muggles and for the Ministry of Magic to take it to a dragon farm.

Romania is the most famous dragon breeding factory.

However, dragons are extremely troublesome and costly to raise. A dragon can even consume the salary of several Mr. Arthur Weasleys in a month, plus the medical expenses of several Mr. Arthur Weasleys' salaries.

No matter ordinary people or wizards, no one would keep such a troublesome creature in captivity for free.

Or... it's for emotional and ornamental value, just like a zoo run by ordinary people.

Or... to gain economic value.

As dangerous creatures of "5X" level, they not only possess powerful attack capabilities, but also have a strong physique that wizards do not have. This physique brings extraordinary self-healing ability.

When a fire dragon reaches the age of ten, its blood can be drawn and its liver removed.

This is where the cheap dragon blood and dragon liver on the market come from.

Once every two months, until they are too old, they will be squeezed dry and their last bit of value will be exploited - and then they will be slaughtered.

The rare dragon horns, dragon scales, and the "dragon nerves" and "dragon tendons" required for Ollivander's wand also come from here.

If such a fire dragon were sent to a dragon farm, it would be no different from an animal to be slaughtered.

So Norbert was always kept by Scamander and kept in his own box. During this period, he never forgot the wild training - of course, this was very dangerous, so if Hagrid had time, he would usually call Hagrid over.

Scamander had done the best he could.

But a box is just a box after all, it is not a real world. A fire dragon usually has a territory of about one hundred square miles, and its range of activities is even larger than the territory. The space in the box is huge, but it is not enough to provide a fire dragon with enough space to move around.

Being locked in the box all the time, Norbert was filled with anger.

Its name is Norbert, a boy's name, but it is a female dragon.

Karanthir finished his spell.

It raised its wand.

A huge ice ball condensed and smashed towards the fire dragon.

Norbert was not afraid at all. He took a bite, and flames and lava were ready to burst out from his mouth.

Ice ball in mouth.

With a click - like a hedgehog, the ice cone pierced through the fire dragon's upper jaw from the inside out, extending along the densely intersecting scales to wrap around the entire body. In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon was frozen.

What kind of magic is this?

Can the Frost Curse be so powerful?

Scamander looked on in disbelief. The air was so cold that even his breathing seemed to have frozen.

One after another, crackling, the sound of firecrackers rang out in Chinatown like the New Year.

The Aurors landed.

"Fire dragon? Damn, how could a dragon appear here?" Kingsley widened his eyes and cursed at him, unable to believe it.

The Aurors who followed were also in disbelief.

"Mr. Scamander." Someone spotted a familiar figure behind the dragon. "What did you do?"

Scamander turned around, raised his hand and pointed without saying anything.

The Wild Hunts were just getting up from the ground, and were hit in the face with dragon breath. But Norbert was only a young dragon after all, and the dragon breath was not strong enough, and only caused them physical impact.

"It's... the Wild Hunt." Kingsley's voice was low and his face became serious.

An Auror frowned, "The dark wizard organization that Mr. Potter informed us about?"

"Wearing armor..."

Kingsley didn't hesitate and fired a spell: "Be careful, they are very strong."

Disarming spell!

He ran towards a Wild Hunter who had not yet stood up, and the steel sword he was holding rose from the ground and flew backwards.

The other Aurors followed suit and cast spells.

Caranthir spat, slammed his staff to the ground, and chanted a spell briskly.

Five shiny balls of ice condensed on his head.

Whoosh—

It smashed towards the Aurors like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Protect everyone!"

Kingsley raised his wand and shouted the spell.