Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Immediately following the coma curse is the eye curse. After a brief dizziness, the fire dragon sends a heartbeat pain in his eyes, which closes his eyes and his body wants to roll hard to relieve the pain.

But no, it's powerless now.

Fire dragons roared unwillingly, massive bodies weighing tons fell down, crushing the slabs on the ground and spraying a bunch of mushroom-like flames in front of their mouths.

The inky green scales sparkle and the entire temple of the moon is shaking.

Although Ivan emits a magical power far beyond the ordinary man's imagination, Fire Dragon's powerful magic resistance causes the magic to instantly fail, and it quickly claps its broken wings, struggling to rise from the broken ground, and the inner anger prevails.

It is absolutely unacceptable to be played by two tiny creatures like ants in a row.

“Strike it in the eye, it's the weakest fire dragon defense.” Ivan shouted loudly at the Uggart in front of him, as they were falling rapidly from the sky.

Ugarte drank loudly and his back hoof fell heavily behind the dragon, without a slight pause, regardless of whether his body was being scratched by the spikes on the dragon's body.

He ran forward on the dragon's razor-sharp barbed armor, just like he did on Mount Knife.

Leveraging forward, the horseman pointed the longgun at the right eye of the dragon that had just lifted his body.

The next second, he stabbed him hard, and a lot of dragon blood splattered out.

Ugart tried his best to move forward and then burst into the force, pressing his whole body against the long gun in his hand, a large number of blood vessels protruding on his thick arm, blue muscles bursting.

His long gun stabbed Fire Dragon in the right eye and penetrated through the body from the center position.

The fierce tentacles gave the dragon another roar, unprecedented loudness.

It violently shook a giant head, trying to shake the horseman away from himself.

In comparison to its powerful power, Uggart is like a lonely boat in a storm, shaken and destroyed ruthlessly.

But he didn't loosen his hand, bite his teeth off, try his best to hold his long gun, stick it tightly on top, and shake the dragon's head violently in the air.

Strong horseman fighters can insist, but under the power of immense power, Ivan, sitting on Uggart, is simply unable to maintain his balance.

In another swing up, he finally couldn't grasp and let go of his hands.

His body was thrown away at high altitude, and below was the giant mouth of the Fire Dragon.

If you fall like this, you will either be swallowed alive by the Fire Dragon or you will be trampled into a meatloaf.

Ivan had no time to think about it, and the battle had reached a critical moment.

He held his breath, dancing with the wand in his hand, drawing complex patterns in the air, and white light, as thick as the coma spell he had just used, emerged from the end of the wand.

Like throwing a spear gun, Evan threw the spell in his hand into the other eye of the dragon.

Boom!!!

Under the impact of the Evan spell, the Fire Dragon fell down.

It made yet another scream of torn hearts and lungs, with a hint of screaming in its voice and a succession of severe wounds to its wings and eyes, which had left it at the end of a strong crossbow.

It's getting impatient and the frequency of bodily swings has dropped significantly.

Ugart grabbed the opportunity and the long gun pulled up hard and raw, pulling out the yellow eye of the dragon. He held the long gun in his hands, pointing his head down and stabbed the black scales of the dragon with his bloody eyes, sliding straight down.

Fire dragon wails, only two hole eyes are left bleeding outward, open huge mouth can't even spray out the flame, huge body shaking, may fall at any time.

This is absolutely the bloodiest and most brutal dragon slaughter movement ever, with a powerful dragon at the top of the food chain dying in the hands of two less powerful creatures.

For a long time, under the impression of a wizard, only the most powerful wizard can conquer the Fire Dragon, but this custom is destined to be broken today, when a twelve-year-old wizard and a horseman join forces to complete this miracle, which is astonishing enough for the magical world.

Ivan fell from the air and finished the dragonslayer Uggart jumped to catch him.

Horseman's body is scarred, bloodstained, and in some places burned by flames, he can no longer see an intact skin.

Before Ivan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that deep in the platform ahead, a large number of horseman were praying crawling with evil statues, indifferent to the battle nearby.

As they moved, the blue and black clouds in the sky grew thicker and lower, and a giant vortex formed, as if something was going to climb out of it.

Above the giant statue, Gryffindor's magic stone emits a red light.

Magical fluctuations visible to the naked eye dissipate from the magical stone, which forms a red light path that slowly flows down and converges into the statue of the Evil God.

The pressure at the top of the temple dropped further, as if it were a precursor to a storm, with an ancient, powerful atmosphere that kept everyone breathless.

“No, their magic is about to succeed, we have to...” Ivan shouted loudly.

Ugart did not hesitate, dragged his body full of scars forward yet again, and Ivan issued several spells in a row, hoping to stop the summoning ceremony.

But the Horseman Astronomer Guan in front seemed to be all under a petrochemical spell, and he couldn't resist the spell that struck him, leaving Ivan and Uggart to attack.

They had no expression on their faces, and their eyes glistened insanely.

Ivan's heart sank quickly, his anxiety grew stronger, and the sight in front of him was too weird, and these horsemans had become unusual to the extreme.

“You're late, Uggart!” After being defeated, an old horseman slowly said, "Be ready to bow down, great beings are coming...”

His voice had just fallen, and the giant statue of the Evil God in front suddenly became real.

Focusing on the statue, a hidden giant phantom emerges empty-handed.

The pile of flesh at the top of the temple began to rise and drift towards it, with the bodies of the firecracker dragons that had just been killed by Ivan and Uggart.

Ivan looks at this ever-clearer evil god with amazement, like a goose grass that is magnified countless times, or like a tree root with countless branches.

It floats slowly in mid-air, with a great deal of flesh floating towards it, gradually forming a huge, drumming mass of flesh like a dark cloud.

The flesh is covered with green, uneven, creased skin that appears to open like bark or scales of some kind of monstrous creature.

In addition to the large mouth in the center with green mucus and black fangs, its body has many open mouths and different shapes.

And then up, on the edge of the black meat mass, on both ends, are two disproportionate eyes, red eyes rolling inside, staring straight ahead.

Whether outward or phantom, there are countless peristaltic tentacles at the end of the tentacle, either a mouth with fangs or an eye or claw.