Harry crawled under the thick roots of the tree. He hoped that when the black dragon hovered over the forbidden forest, he could not find the three of them through the dense canopy. Yakov was not far away. Harry hoped that the professors could discover the dragon above the forbidden forest as soon as possible, and also hoped that Yakov could lead the dragon over. Although this was a bit selfish, Yakov and the dragon were even more terrifying, and it was hard to say.

The trio swallowed their breath as they heard the broken branches above their heads, a powerful, agile behemoth body broke the branches and fell nearby.

As it moved, the rustling sound of the fallen leaves was endless. Such a huge creature would inevitably make a sound when it moved. The trembling caused by the heavy body on the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer. The trio pressed against the wet soil and tried to hide their bodies in the depression. Ron's heart was beating wildly, and when they heard the sound of getting closer and closer, they almost suffocated.

"Little Dragon!" Yakov's scream rang out in the distance: "It's there... don't run! Little Dragon!"

The sound of the black dragon approaching the trio suddenly stopped, and then quickly moved away. The sound of densely broken branches and the sound of the air slamming with dragon wings came from above, and the sound gradually moved away in the direction of Yakov.

"Thank God!" Ron couldn't help but say, "The dragon was finally drawn away!"

Harry thought of him the same way. He patted the soil on his body and said to Hermione: "The black dragon appeared in the forbidden forest. You must tell the professor about this. I will go find Hagrid... at least to rescue those Demstrong's students."

Ron stepped out of the protection of the tree root with one foot and hesitated: "It's hard to say whether they need us to save it! If you can beat the werewolf into such a wizard and join forces, you may not be afraid of a dragon. At least for wizards, werewolf is not easier to deal with than dragons. Should we protect that dragon or protect the madmen of Demstrong?"

"That's not an ordinary dragon!" Hermione retorted: "Didn't you feel it yet? As soon as we saw the dragon, we completely lost the courage to resist... It must be an ordinary dragon, it may be...an ancient dragon!"

"Aunt Dragon?" Ron grabbed his head, looking confused.

Hermione explained: "Yes, it is mentioned in some magic books that, like ancient wizards, there are some differences between ancient dragons and modern dragons. The ancient dragons are more wise. They are like horsemen and fishmen, with human-like wisdom and unique magic, and unlike modern dragons, they are just some larger beasts."

"The ancient dragon once had its own magic system like a fairy."

"The book mentions that one of the characteristics that distinguishes ancient dragons from modern dragons is the saying "dragon power". It is said that ancient dragons have a unique spiritual pressure on the creatures they hunt."

"I understand! Miss All-My Story!" Ron muttered, he turned around and climbed out of the tree roots, and Harry followed closely behind. He lowered his head to find the place to climb. He accidentally bumped into Ron in front. Harry was about to ask why Ron was still in front. As soon as he looked up, he saw a pair of silver-white eyes staring at them with a little sarcastic meaning.

It was a pair of platinum pupils. Harry believed what Hermione said before, and the pupils showed vivid spirituality that was no less than human.

So much so that the trio could see that the black dragon was looking at them with a sneer, his eyes full of contempt and sarcasm. The black dragon had an indescribable sense of oppression, as cold and bloodthirsty as the blade, making people's hands and feet numb, sour and weak. The black dragon was not like a bloodthirsty beast, but was calm and even a little proud.

Harry was very familiar with this, and he could even see his thoughts from the Black Dragon's eyes, you stupid, lowly mortals.

Harry quietly held the wand tightly, but before he could take action, he was shot out by a force field spitting out of the black dragon. This feeling was very familiar to Harry: "Give your weapon!" He said in horror.

A dragon that knows how to use magic.

The dragon stepped out of its front paws, and Ron took out his magic wand to stop it, but before the old magic wand was lifted up, it was broken by a strange magic power surrounding the black dragon's body. The black dragon grabbed Harry, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, leaving Hermione screaming in despair on the ground. Ron was slapped open by the black dragon's wings and hit the tree. It seemed that at least two of the ribs were broken.

The Black Dragon pulled Harry tightly, making him feel a little difficult to breathe, and his lungs were burning and painful. When he saw the Black Dragon proudly, he roared freely. When he looked down at Harry in his hand, he showed a look of disdain, understanding, and even relaxed, just like something that had been entangled for a long time suddenly released.

The black dragon flew towards the unicorn's dead body. Harry was in the sky and was poured into his mouth by the cold wind. His eyes blurred uncontrollably. He lowered his head and refused to let his glasses slide down.

Then, I felt my body tremble slightly, and as the black dragon fell near the unicorn's corpse,

There was a short and fat male witch who described as a vulgar, biting the unicorn's throat and trying to squeeze the last drop of blood. The black dragon threw Harry to the ground and suddenly spoke out: "Harry Potter, the prophetic savior... in fact, it's just that!"

The weird man saw the black dragon and hurriedly wanted to escape, but he quickly howled and fell not far away, shouting: "Master, I was wrong Master! Please... don't! Ah!" He screamed, his face suddenly turned yellow, as if he was ten years old.

But the Black Dragon was short of his mind to look at him. It stared at Harry Potter and whispered: "I was once confused by the halo on you, the aura of the Savior. It was so dazzling that I forgot that you are the real weak and vulnerable body of the mortal under the halo. You are one of the two shadows in my heart. When I asked you to be my friend, you rejected me."

"For a Weasley friendship, I refused...me!"

The black dragon roared angrily: "No one has ever rejected me! You... dare to be the first one!"

Harry was incredulous and said in horror: "Are you Malfoy?"

"I am Decora (Dragon)!" Black Dragon sneered.

"Just because you are the 'savior'? I became so resentful, until just now, I realized that I was finally affected by the mud breeds. I should make people all over the world proud of being friends with me. It is a great honor to let them kiss my toes, rather than entangled in a fragile, bubble-like friendship."

"I will be the king of wizards!"

The black dragon slowly turned around and looked at the twitching short and fat male witch behind him. Its figure slowly became smaller, and its black scales twisted into a huge shadow. A young man in a black robe and long platinum hair suddenly walked out of the shadow. He looked at Peter, a little dwarf, who was lying in the dust, and whispered.

"There is a second shadow to be solved... I once feared and feared him. My beloved father had no dignity at his feet. They regarded him as king and God. I thought I feared him, but then I realized that I had no respect for him. From beginning to end, I was only afraid of his cruelty, coldness and strength."

"I followed him, and my family feared him...until, I saw through his weakness and stupidity, madness and cowardice...he was not worthy of being king!"

The little dwarf Peter's body suddenly turned over, and a pale face appeared on the back of his head, and the face suddenly said, "Who gave you this courage... Little Malfoy? Is your cowardly father who shivered under my feet?"

"Stop!" Malfoy raised his hand and shot out a blue light.

The curse hit the dwarf, causing him to tremble violently. Attached to the back of his head, Voldemort's soul squeaked like it was soaked in sulfuric acid, his face was corroded and blood blurred, and Voldemort's soul wailed in pain.

"The Black Sutra of the Undead!" Voldemort screamed: "You have stolen its power, and now... you can use my weakness to hurt me, but when I really return, it is better to let you die without a burial place."

"Death is my realm... Do you want to come back? Have you ever asked me?" Malfoy said sternly. With his wave of his wand, the fragments of Voldemort's soul suddenly burned. The fire in the underworld burned his soul. Harry suddenly understood when he heard the "Black Sutra of the Undead". He had always had doubts, but at this moment he finally confirmed that another magic book was indeed in Malfoy's hands.

"Today, I will completely solve everything in the past." Malfoy said: "The savior, Voldemort, will all become the past."

Harry took a step back when he heard this, but Malfoy laughed. He said, "I will not kill you, Harry. You don't understand that you are not my enemy from beginning to end. My glory and shame have nothing to do with you. What really hurt me is the fate that was put on you! Savior... Haha... Is a mere enemy of Voldemort worthy of becoming a savior?"

"I will bury Voldemort, imprison him forever in the underworld, and be tortured like hell."

"I will bury your fate, Harry Potter... You will be just a boy who survives the disaster. The prophecy of the Savior will become a joke, and this is my real purpose." The book Harry once saw in his closet appeared in his hand. The black metal cover, the "Black Sutra of the Dead" has been opened. Voldemort wailed and turned into a ray of black smoke, and was about to escape like the sky.
Chapter completed!