Chapter 587: Black Dragon 2
Rolf led the five of them into a new tent. On the tent’s roof sat a model of a Scottish Black Dragon, roughly the size of a table, which periodically let out deafening roars and flapped its wings. But even more terrifying was the roar that seemed to echo directly inside their ears—so powerful that even those who didn’t understand Dragon tongue could sense its fury.
The group froze. Hope bit her lip, trembling slightly; Natalia closed her eyes and began silently praying; Ganesh and Jabari were drenched in cold sweat, their eyes wide with fear.
Among the contestants, only Wade remained calm. Beside him, Rolf’s expression held a flicker of sympathy.
“It’s angry, isn’t it?” Ganesh stammered. “Why is it so angry?”
“Because of this.”
To everyone’s surprise, Rolf actually knew. He pointed upward at the small black dragon model on the tent’s roof.
“The Scottish Black Dragon you’ll face is a young mother. She woke up to find her child missing, trapped in a cramped space. Just ahead, faint cries from her baby keep coming through—just barely audible—but she can’t see it. No sign of her child anywhere…”
Rolf paused, his voice thick with pity for the dragon and concern for the contestants.
“If it were you,” he said slowly, “what would you do?”
Hope shivered, speaking in a flat, defeated tone. “I’d tear apart anyone I saw inside.”
“Exactly,” Rolf nodded, exhaling. “That’s why the Ministry of Magic arranged it this way—to prevent Dragon mothers from going passive or indifferent. In short, once you step in, don’t hold back. That Black Dragon will attack with everything she’s got.”
“Ministry’s Crouch mentioned that if anyone feels they can’t handle it, they can proactively abandon the challenge. Someone inside will intervene immediately, calming the enraged dragon.”
At that moment, a sharp, piercing whistle cut through the silence of the tent. Rolf turned sharply, warning, “Wade, it’s your turn!”
Wade drew his wand without glancing at the others’ tense faces, then followed Rolf out.
They rounded the tent, passed through a narrow tunnel lined with thick bushes, and emerged at the end—where a gap had opened in the trees.
“Good luck, Wade,” Rolf said, stopping. His round eyes held unspoken worry.
Wade gave a calm nod, stepped into the stadium, and walked forward with steady, composed strides.
Rolf blinked. For a moment, he thought sunlight had wrapped Wade in a golden armor—like nothing could stand in his way.
He took two steps forward, eyes fixed on the scene ahead.
A seven-headed Fire Dragon had formed a giant circle, its massive bodies chained together with thick iron chains—each thicker than a wrist—restraining them in place. At the center of the ring lay a golden compass, as large as a millstone, slowly rotating.
The closest was the Scottish Black Dragon. Its towering frame resembled a moving mountain, radiating suffocating pressure. Its wings were bat-like, its skin a deep, inky black. Its eyes burned with cruel, furious light.
But what drew the eye was its thick, armored tail—covered in hard scales and jagged spines—its arrowhead tip glinting coldly in the light.
When it saw someone emerging from the gap, the dragon lunged forward instantly—but the chain held it back. It didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, it opened its maw and let loose a furious roar.
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
The ground trembled. A torrent of scorching flame erupted from its jaws, a blazing river aimed straight at Wade—intent on reducing the tiny figure to ash.
Wade didn’t flinch. With a swift flick of his wand, he shouted, “Shield Charm!”
An invisible barrier flared into existence—unbreakable. The flame slammed into it, instantly transforming into a towering wall of crimson flame, its heat blasting outward in all directions.
Before the flames dissipated, Wade swung his wand diagonally toward the sky and cried, “Fresh Water Spring!”
Though this basic spell required no incantation for him, Wade wasn’t ready to reveal his silent magic just yet.
A stream of clear water shot from the wand’s tip, arcing through the air like a silver curve. It collided mid-flight with the oncoming fire—explosively.
A sharp hissing filled the air as the water vaporized instantly, bursting into a massive cloud of white steam. It exploded outward at incredible speed, like a layer of sky being torn down to earth, blanketing the entire area in thick fog.
The Black Dragon recoiled in shock—confused, furious. It lunged again toward where Wade had been, only to be yanked back by its chain. Roaring, breathing fire, thrashing its massive tail, it tried to whip away the fog—desperate to find the invisible enemy.
But this was exactly what Wade wanted.
He whispered another incantation, sending out more streams of Fresh Water Spring. The fog spread rapidly, blurring everything beyond a few meters.
But Wade didn’t need to see. The dragon’s movements were like a pile driver—loud, violent, impossible to miss. Even without sight, he could pinpoint its position by sound alone.
He also cast an Enhanced Perception Charm—a spell that heightened all five senses. In that moment, his perception sharpened to an almost supernatural degree, allowing him to detect the faintest shifts in the air.
Moving cautiously, he flicked his wand—casting silent spells: Shielding Charm, Obliviation Charm, Disillusionment, and more. He didn’t care if they worked. He just threw them out, one after another.
The dragon realized Wade had vanished from his original spot. It began pacing furiously within the limits of its chain, flapping its wings, lashing its tail in wild, sweeping arcs—striking anything it could reach.
Suddenly, Wade felt a violent gust of wind rush from behind, accompanied by a crushing sense of pressure.
No hesitation.
His body launched forward like a spring, dropping to the ground. He planted his hand, twisted, and rolled—just in time.
In an instant, the dragon’s massive tail swept past where he’d been, striking the earth with a thunderous crash. Deep furrows split the ground, debris and soil exploded into the air.
The dragon’s roar cut off abruptly. The air crackled with sudden, deadly intent.
In that split second, a vision flashed in Wade’s mind: the dragon’s ear twitched—catching the faintest sound of his movement.
It tilted its head, leaned forward—pretending ignorance—while silently preparing for attack.
Then, with a sudden lunge, its colossal body surged forward. Its jaws opened wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth.
The vision vanished.
Wade reacted instantly. He raised his wand and murmured, “Swarm of Birds!”
A flock of birds erupted from the wand, scattering in all directions. The sudden noise startled the Fire Dragon—just for a heartbeat.
That was all Wade needed.
He sprinted the final stretch, leapt forward—and slammed his hand onto the golden compass.
(End of Chapter)
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