[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The dragon roared in humiliation, and the exclamation of the dwarf, which was covered by the huge dragon's roar, came faintly.

The dwarf's ax was stuck between the scales on the dragon's forehead, and it moved with the movement of the dragon's head.

The bearded dwarf howled in horror while stretching out his big rough hands to break off the scale vigorously, the golden color of the dragon was reflected in all the eyes.

The dwarves know how to anger and take advantage of dragons.

The whole face of the bearded man was distorted by the wind brought by the head of the giant dragon swinging back and forth, and his narrowed eyes were still staring closely at the lifted scale.

Living up to expectations, when he was finally thrown out by the giant dragon, he was holding a scale half the size of his body in his hand, and the skin and flesh were torn off.

A dozen centaurs and four wizards gasped in unison, and Ravenclaw commanded the elves to catch the flying dwarves.

"Nalada! Trapped that dragon!" The crown on Ravenclaw's head exuded a beautiful silver-white brilliance in the sun, and her strong confidence and steady dispatch made her look like a queen who gave orders.

"Helga, heal the dwarf."

The three elves chanted obscure spells in unison, and the ground trembled slightly with an extremely fast frequency.

The soil layer covered with turf was blown away, huge roots sticking to the unknown liquid and fresh soil broke through the ground, entangled and tightly bound the giant dragon rushing into the pile of dwarves with jealousy, and the sticky sound from friction The sound of greasy water and the creaking sound of tightly winding makes the scalp tingle.

The bearded dwarf fell to the ground holding some sharp scales, and bit the hard scales hard.

Then he smiled and gave his companions a thumbs up.

"Hey, golden!"

"..."

"Go up and beat them up!" After the root veins were bound and stabilized, Ravenclaw waved his hand and raised his voice: "Poke the wound!"

— that sounds really bad.

Slytherin and Hufflepuff took a step back, as crispy remotes, they obediently did not move over to cause trouble.

The strong centaurs nocked their arrows and drew their bows for the first time.

Before Ravenclaw finished speaking, the elves had already bent over and turned into cheetahs. The three elves each grabbed a dwarf in their mouths, and rushed towards them with light and vigorous steps, struggling to breathe on them. the dragon!

"Hey stop! How do we—" Before the remaining two dwarves could finish speaking, vines entangled their thick ankles.

Was thrown upside down twice, and then received the same treatment as the original dwarf.

The two dwarves were thrown out screaming, and they came into contact with the dragon before their companions who were held by a few elves.

Enraged by the elves and dwarves, the dragon flapped its wings vigorously, and its unrecovered right wing spewed hot and gorgeous blood due to the strong movement.

The voice of Ravenclaw, who was chanting the spell and attacking the dragon's eyes, stopped abruptly, and she violently pumped Gryffindor's arm in excitement—it was obvious that the blood of the gods made her whole body excited, but because The relationship with the crown is very calm.

"Gryffindor!! Come on!!!" Her voice sounded a bit sharp at the moment, but people could clearly hear her command under the roar of the dragon.

Gryffindor glanced at Slytherin, who was staring at the dragon closely and his wand was constantly shining.

The worry in the opponent's eyes made him feel a little dazzling, and he never knew what Slytherin was worried about.

At least judging from the current situation, their cooperation is very good, at least there is no big problem.

Time did not allow him to think too much, Gryffindor thought that the big deal would be to masturbate a few more times (?), heeded Slytherin's previous reminder, and drank the remaining half of the potion.

Almost instantly, Gryffindor's breathing became heavy.

The blue eyes were bloodshot, panting vigorously like an enraged bull.

"Gryffindor!!" Ravenclaw glanced at the vines that seemed to be about to break, and his voice was shrill.

As if some switch had been turned on, Gryffindor let out a low, muffled snort, and crushed the bottle that still had a small bottle of god's blood left.

Slytherin pulled his heart hard, looked at the golden liquid that Gryffindor had smeared on the sword with pain, and continued to focus on output after straightening his mind.

The elves and dwarves kept the hatred steady, so he didn't have to worry about OT.

Slytherin glanced at the damage ranking table that only he could see. He was firmly in the first position, and every spell fell accurately on the fragile cartilage between the gaps in the dragon's scales.

——Master of pure breaking and anti-flow, beating is so awesome!

Gryffindor raised his sword, his body flashed, and he rushed towards the right side of the dragon flapping the struggling fleshy wings like a cannonball with the sound of howling wind and sharp whistling!

A deep footprint was left where he had just stood.

His armor and the long sword soaked in divine blood hummed together, the blood rushed, the whistling wind occupied his mind, and the muscles and bones groaned sharply.

Gryffindor held up the long sword in his hand, and his whole body was bathed in the sun, like a sharp sword drawn out of its scabbard, showing its sharpness!

He leaped high, and his vulnerable figure compared with the giant dragon caught everyone's attention at this moment.

The giant dragon immediately realized his purpose and struggled vigorously!

The root veins binding its head were all broken, the dragon turned its head, opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and the sparks shooting from the depths of its throat showed how huge its brewing breath was!

Slytherin pursed his lips tightly, stuffing a spring of clear water into the dragon's mouth nervously—of course, it was useless to the dragon's instinctively brewing breath.

"Drink—!!"

The sword that Gryffindor held high fell down fiercely, piercing deeply into the root of the dragon's fleshy wing. The wound that was originally in severe pain was pried open again, and its eyes turned red instantly due to the severe pain and humiliation.

"Drink the potion of madness! Beat it hard!!" Ravenclaw shouted, waking up people and non-humans who were a little stunned by Gryffindor's behavior, and knocked down a bottle of madness together. chemicals.

The centaurs shot at the dragon's wide-open eyes, while the elves skillfully grabbed the scales on the dragon's back, head, and neck, biting the fragile cartilage and tough flesh under the scales. .

The dwarves, whose eyes turned red from taking the berserk potion, kept muttering in their mouths, and when they struck down with the axe, they brought up sticky hot blood and flying scales, excited and frenzied as if they were stunned.

Gryffindor clutched the sword held tightly by the dragon's tough muscles, and the blood of the gods gave him strength and courage.

He roared again, holding the hilt as if he was holding a huge and heavy shield sword, his face flushed with blood was a little purple, and his veins were bulging.

His every move caused great pain to the dragon.

Slytherin watched nervously as the blood bar above the dragon's head dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and various negative states of weakness, bleeding, and tearing piled up under the blood bar.

"The root vein is about to be broken!" Slytherin looked at the dragon standing up suddenly, feeling suffocated, he fell into a madness that he didn't understand why, he screamed Gryffindor's name, tightly Grabbing Hufflepuff's hand, he watched with trembling eyes the luscious and sweet healing water seeping from Hufflepuff's cup and pouring towards Gryffindor.

Gryffindor's roar almost overwhelmed the dragon's howl. He clasped the hilt of his sword and stepped on the cartilage at the base of the dragon's wings and slammed forward.

He could almost hear the groans from the dragon's bones, the blood rushing in its body, and the violent heartbeat.

Gryffindor's hand felt tingling. He looked down at the long sword deeply inserted into the dragon's wound, took a breath, and at the same time he spit out the breath from the dragon's mouth, he ran towards its tail - ran!

The long sword smeared with divine blood corroded the dragon's flesh and hard bones. The blood spattered all over Gryffindor, and the scales flew up and cut Gryffindor's face.

The scorching breath from behind gradually approached, and Gryffindor quickened his pace even more, each step leaving deep marks on the dragon's back!

—He is fearless!

The sharp long sword in his hand was crushing, and the moment Gryffindor's figure was wiped out by his breath, the dragon howled in pain and knelt down on the ground!

Its right wing was cut off by Qi Gen, and blood spewed out and stained a large area of ​​land red.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the hero to appear.

"Gryffindor..." Slytherin stared blankly at the moment in front of him that almost coincided with his dream, his mind was dazed, and he stared blankly at the long sword stuck in the dragon's wound.

"Ge, Godric..." His voice was hoarse and low, almost inaudible.

In the next moment, Slytherin, whose mind was completely occupied by the nightmare, rushed towards the severely injured dragon like a gust of wind!

"Slytherin—!!" Ravenclaw stretched out his hand suddenly, but didn't even touch Slytherin's clothes.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Slytherin rushed to the dragon's back, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he pulled out the long sword stuck in the dragon's wound!

Slytherin gasped, his mind blank.

Without any hesitation, he rushed to the back of the dragon's most vulnerable head, which the elf said.

Deep wounds were drawn on the hands and feet by the branched scales. Slytherin didn't seem to feel the loss of blood or pain. He raised the sword high like Gryffindor, and then fell down hard!

The weak dragon let out a sharp and desperate roar, like a lament for himself.

Slytherin could clearly see the beautiful golden nuclei shining in the head of the giant dragon that was torn apart by the long sword. It was as big as a fist and full of intoxicating power and majesty.

Holding the long sword, Slytherin gritted his teeth and endured the dragon's painful struggle until the other party seemed to accept the fact and gradually calmed down.

The blood-smelling Duke of Slytherin's dark eyes had no brilliance. He stretched out his hand, buried his entire arm in the wound on the dragon's head, grabbed the crystal nucleus, and pulled it out forcefully!

The giant dragon lay down on the messy land as if it had lost its vitality.

Slytherin kissed the long sword, drew out his wand and pointed it at the squirming muscles and brain in the dragon's head, his voice was hoarse and weak, but firm and determined.

"--Avada Kedavra."