I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John and Heilong stared with wide eyes.

Neither of the two dragons spoke, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.

At this time, the Welsh green dragon, who had been working hard, climbed up.

It has a feeling that all hardships are rewarding, and just as it was about to let out a dragon roar to vent its emotions, it saw John looking straight at him.

The Welsh Green Dragon took a step back timidly, and it was this step that made all the efforts of the Welsh Green Dragon in vain.

Slipping down with one foot in the air, the Welsh green dragon rolled down from the dragon's land.

John: "..."

Romanian Ceratops: "..."

I didn't expect the Welsh Green Dragon to be so timid.

After this battle, the atmosphere eased up a bit.

The Romanian Horned Dragon said: "I am the elder of the hometown of guardian dragons, the spear of thunder."

John's breath stagnates: "?" Are you serious about your name?

What's the matter with this suffocating name filled with a little middle and second places?

It's even more unreasonable than 'Amohan'.

Judging from the expression of Thunder Carrying Spear, it seems that it is very satisfied with this name.

After confirming that there were no other dragons coming up, the Spear of Thunder Carrying Out said: "You go to the Dragon's Land, and according to the usual practice, I will take you to the Dragon Field to obtain your own name."

Long field?

John was silent.

Amohan said about this place, which is a place similar to an altar in the village of dragons.

It is also the cemetery of the dragon.

But John remembered, shouldn’t it be the elders who gave the name?

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The Thunder Spear didn't explain too much, and it took John to the top of the dragon's hometown.

At the top of the mountain, there is a cave where the Dragon Field is located.

Once inside, John felt a lightness in his body.

The pressure belonging to the dragon's hometown suddenly disappeared. In his eyes, there were many silver threads floating in the dragon field.

These threads all come from one direction, which is a boulder.

The round stone seems to have been placed for thousands of years, and it almost merged with the stone platform.

The surface of the boulder is smooth and round, as if it had been finely polished.

But it can't be.

John narrowed his eyes, the dragon should not be able to do this.

They are good at destroying, a town can be destroyed in less than half a day.

But if you want them to polish a stone without any holes, it is tantamount to letting trolls take the college entrance examination.

"These are all souls?"

He fixed his eyes on the silver thread, which was formed from soul fragments.

The Thunder Carrying Spear sent the dragon here, and was about to leave.

John was dumbfounded, and hurriedly asked: "How do I get a name?"

He came with a mission, but he passed the test, but he hasn't got his name yet.

The Spear of Thunder Carrying Out seems to be thinking for a while, and said seriously: "This requires your own efforts."

Gan.

No matter how good my temper is, I can't help scolding the dragon. I worked so hard to fight my way out, but you came here to let me work hard?

Dumbledore is not as foolish as you.

John took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He walked into the Dragon Yard, and there was a lot of space inside, even now that John is 55 feet tall, he can come in and out freely.

"It should be some kind of magic, similar to the traceless stretching spell."

The well-informed John guessed that magic was used here, and he was surprised. Fire dragons can use magic other than fire?

He moved forward carefully, the silver thread fluttered in front of his eyes, and John reached out to touch it.

At this moment, his body was pulled away by a force.

He was too familiar with this feeling, exactly the same as when he first met Nagini.

Under the traction of power, his transformation was lifted.

The body comes to a new space, which is a place of desolation and silence.

Looking around, it was dark.

John looked down and saw that he had turned back into human hands, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead. This was the first time that he had been de-transformed by external force.

He saw a hill in the distance, took out his wand and waved it.

"Super fluorescent flashes! (lumosmaxima)"

The ball of light flew into the sky, bursting out like a small sun.

Only then did he realize that those were hills.

It was a dragon, and the bones and dragon corpses everywhere came into view.

"Things don't seem to be that simple."

He saw the corpses of those dragons, they were lifeless, some of them were old, and they had turned into white bones.

Gripping his wand tightly, John walked forward.

There is a flat ground under his feet, and there are steps ahead.

The place where he was was on a hill-like platform. After walking down, the size of those dragon corpses became more intuitive.

The smallest was 50 feet, and he even saw a dragon whose bones were 100 feet long.

This is a size that has never been seen in the wizarding world, and it can even refresh the dragon record in the wizarding world.

Where the dragon corpses are piled up, a road is separated in the middle, which seems to be intentional for latecomers to advance along the road.

Every step John took, he could see some dragons with imprints of ancient magic.

These already show the age of the corpse.

Go all the way to a mountain.

John's footsteps stopped, and his expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

"That's not a mountain." When he said this, he felt a dull pain in his back molars.

That mountain is a dragon.

A giant dragon as huge as a mountain.

Most importantly, the dragon moved.

The stones on the ground jumped wildly, and John stabilized his figure.

A pair of huge eyes came into view.

Old and turbid, these are a pair of eyes without any spirit.

"You're here." The silver dragon was in a trance for a while, and its voice made the ground stones dance again.

It was an old male voice, making John wonder how long the dragon had lived.

"1007." As if knowing what John was thinking, the silver dragon said: "I have been waiting for your arrival."

"You know me?"

John was startled, the old dragon seemed to have some kind of magic to understand people's hearts.

"My name is Heimdall, the dragon who guards the gate, the one who observes the future, and the sage of the land of dragons."

Different from the light flapping of the wings of ordinary dragons, sand and rocks flew in front of John.

John didn't make a move because he saw that Heimdall had no intention of attacking.

When Heimdall flew up, John realized that there was no road behind it, but a cliff like an abyss.

"That is the final destination of the ancient dragon."

Heimdall said: "The ancient dragon came to this place and died here."

"After the death of the ancient dragon, a dragon king will be born among the dragons every 100 years."

"It's been 1000 years now."

"A person from the same background as you once came to Never Rest Valley. He taught me how to prophesy. From those prophecies, I saw your coming."

After Heimdall fell, the dust and moss on his body disappeared.

It looked up at the way it came, "The ones buried here are all those who once hoped to become kings."

"These dragons may be powerful or clever, but without exception they were all killed by stronger ones."

John hesitated, "What do you want me to do for you?"

He knew that Heimdall didn't say this to himself for no reason.

As for the king in Heimdall's mouth, John didn't think about himself at all.

After all, no matter how much I look like a dragon, strictly speaking, I am still a person.

So subconsciously, John felt that Heimdall wanted to accomplish something for him.

Just like the wizard Heimdall met once, presumably some kind of deal was reached between the two.

At the same time, he was curious about what kind of self he saw in Heimdall's prophecy.

Lowering his head, Heimdall's breath blew on John's face.

"I hope you pass this final test."

John didn't understand Heimdall's words, the final test?

Where is the test?

Suddenly.

John's eyes fell on the bottomless cliff, and he smiled mischievously: "Your so-called test, don't you want me to jump off?"

He said it half-jokingly, and saw Heimdall's head lighten.

John's heart sank, and he was silent for a while.

"Have you ever gone down?" John asked Heimdall.

Heimdall shook his head slightly, and said sadly: "The dragon I valued the most once went inside, and has never come out since then."

"No one knows what's in there."

I don't know if you still let me go down?

John's eyebrows furrowed together, and he really laughed angrily.

If you really treat others as fools, don't you have to help me with this favor.

He took two steps back, ready to leave directly.

however……

[Ding, trigger the challenge task, enter the cliff, get any point +2, blessing: unknown]

Two unknowns in one trip.

System, if you want to do this, it will be very difficult for me.

John sighed, the system seemed overkill.

. . .