Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 100 99. Norwegian Spinosaurus, get☆daze!!
Starting from where Harry landed his fist, a layer of white frost covered most of Angry Horn's head even in this warm water. This made it want to roar because of the pain, so it took another big gulp of water - and it choked a little.

Although underwater is also the hunting ground of the Norwegian Spinosaurus, its body does not have the ability to breathe underwater. Before entering the water every time, the Norwegian Spinosaurus needs to store enough air for movement before going down.

But at this moment, under the influence of Harry's Frost Fist, Angry Horn forgot that it was underwater in a panic, and accidentally exhaled the air in its lungs when it opened its mouth and roared. A huge bubble was shattered by the violently turbulent water, rising rapidly, and shattered on the water surface in the blink of an eye.

Harry would not miss this good opportunity. He kept hitting the body of Wrathhorn that he could reach. Within a few seconds, Wrathhorn seemed to be covered with a layer of white clothes, and all the scales on his body were stained with a layer of white frost. Both his struggle and his speed of escaping to the shore slowed down.

The cold was eating away at its body, making it stiff and slow.

Having completely lost his composure, after losing the air in his lungs and accidentally choking on some water, Nujiao had completely entered unknown territory.

In panic, it didn't even care about Harry who was attacking it. It just struggled in the water, trying to swim to the shore, or at least get to the surface to breathe.

If viewed from high above, the originally peaceful world in the suitcase suddenly lost its azure color and became turbid, with mud and sand churning. Even the birds and animals that were originally by the river felt the danger and fled to the distant forest or other places at their fastest speed.

Wow! ! !

The already turbulent water surface was completely broken, and a dark dragon quickly flapped its wings and crawled towards the shore, and on its body was a figure that was constantly swinging fists.

The young dragon only had a few moves at its disposal. After coughing up a mouthful of water, Wrathhorn could no longer tolerate the presence of Harry, who had been attacking it. It tried desperately to bite Harry or hit him with its wings, but to be honest, with Wrathhorn's current strength, this had become almost an impossible task.

It's already very tired.

All the previous attacks, whether it was rolling back and forth or taking off and falling rapidly in the sky, were extremely energy-consuming movements, so that the attack speed of Angry Horn has now slowed down. Well, perhaps it was also due to the ice fist attacks it had endured.

And Harry - Harry was feeling tired too.

After all, Harry himself knew what his own race was. He did not have a naturally strong body and lasting endurance like a real minotaur, nor was he a warrior who controlled his anger and was known for his physical strength.

Besides, this body is still young, and its strength and physical strength have naturally declined significantly after such a fierce battle.

But it didn't matter. Harry seemed to hear a wild roar in his ears for a moment, and in an instant, his muscles became fuller and even seemed to be stained with a thin layer of blood, extremely bright red.

Bloodthirsty!!
This is the unique spell possessed by the Shaman, which can allow friendly troops to briefly burst out with power far beyond their normal strength, comprehensively enhancing the friendly troops' strength and reaction speed, making them more fanatical, faster, and more damaging.

It was as if his body was inflated. Not only his muscles, but Harry's entire body looked bigger and taller than before.

Even though Harry will feel tired after the effect of bloodlust ends, and will need potions to heal the damage to his body caused by bloodlust, at least while the effect of bloodlust lasts, Harry will have stronger strength.

——A force that was even enough to pull Nujiao to the ground at this moment!
Under Nujiao's own incredulous gaze, it was actually pulled sideways by this tiny thing that was not even as tall as it was when it lay down. Even though it struggled with all its might in the other direction and tried hard to prop up its body, it still fell to the ground.

Then came the severe pain.

Harry gritted his teeth and kept waving his fists!
The azure frost condensed on his fists, bringing sparks of lightning or flashes of fire as they rose and fell. The chains, which were also covered with frost, had even bound Wrathhorn's wings. Harry pulled the chains from the edge of Wrathhorn's wings, stomped on them, and tore them, making it impossible for Wrathhorn to spread his wings and fly into the sky.

A blood-red mist was shrouding Harry's body, and when Harry moved through the mist, one could see tiny beads of blood condensing on his body that was coated with pine oil - these were the blood that burst out of Harry's body under the effect of the bloodlust spell.

If someone touched Harry's red skin with his palm at this moment, he would be surprised to find that his body was as hot as fire, yet as hard as iron.

The roar of Wrathhorn had turned into a, uh, even crying sound. It struggled to scrape on the ground, trying to escape to a safer place, back to its nest on the cliff - but under Harry's control it was unable to move even a step.

Panic, fear, desire for life, fear of death...all surged into Angry Horn's heart at this moment. It had never been so impressed by a figure before, so much so that the Norwegian Spinosaurus, which was known for its strong fighting spirit, ferocity, and abnormal aggressiveness, even developed a fear of it.

But Harry still knew that it was not the right time yet.

Just like before, he continued to swing his magic-infused fists without stopping. From time to time, translucent elemental wolf shadows wrapped in lightning and storms appeared between his fists, gnawing at the flesh and tearing at the scales of the angry horn.

In the end, Angry Horn didn't even make a wailing sound. It just lay straight on the ground, its head seemed to want to burrow into the soil but always failed. Only the two fists that fell down repeatedly seemed real.

So real that it’s numb.

The effect of the bloodlust spell had long disappeared from Harry's body. He was just holding his breath at this moment. His hair and exposed body were covered with sweat, which even splashed everywhere as Harry swung his fists.

The sensitive sense of smell allowed the Angry Horn to smell the scent, and it also remembered the scent deeply, engraved it in its mind.

After landing the last punch, Harry stood on Wrath's back and took a deep breath. His body visibly shook, but returned to normal after he shook his head.

Still clinging to the chain with one hand, Harry jumped off Wrathhorn's body - he pulled the chain hard, so even though Wrathhorn was unwilling, it was still forced to turn its head and take in Harry's entire figure.

What a clear look.

Harry saw panic, hostility, and fear in those huge dragon eyes...but the recklessness at the beginning had disappeared.

For the first time, Wrathhorn felt the beauty of power from the human in front of him - a battle that even beasts could understand, a battle that came from physical conquest, pure physical strength.

He beat me hard, until every part of my body was in pain, and I could even twist my head forcibly, forcing me to look at him no matter how unwilling I was...

Harry suddenly loosened the chains.

With a clanging sound, the chains that bound the torso and wings of the angry horn slid off its body.

With an expression of disbelief, the angry horn moved tentatively, as if it couldn't believe that it had been released - and then it rushed into the lake nearby at the fastest speed, and soon rushed to the shore with a fat fish in its mouth.

It's hungry.

It was almost going crazy with hunger. It was the first time that Nujiao was so hungry. It couldn't wait to have a big meal. It wanted to eat fish, pigs, leopards, and even fly to the sky to eat swallows.

Although he didn't understand the principle, Nujiao knew that he needed to eat a lot to replenish his strength and energy, and then to heal his injuries quickly.

The plan was good, but when Horned Wrath opened his mouth to swallow the big fish, a ball of hot magma flew over from nowhere and turned the fish into inedible charcoal in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!!!!"

With red eyes, Wrathhorn roared angrily again, and rushed towards Harry, and then fell to the ground as fast as it rushed over, and once again transformed into a ghost wolf. Harry jumped up and down from the side, and with this force, he stepped hard on the side of Wrathhorn, making it fall down with his own power and slide far away from the ground. Just like two primitive animals biting each other, Harry, who turned into a ghost wolf, evaded Wrathhorn swiftly and bent back to bite his big mouth, and then bit Wrathhorn's dragon scales, and from time to time transformed into a human form, bombarding Wrathhorn's head with storm strikes - even breaking the two thorns on its head.

When Wrathhorn lay motionless again, Harry also spread his arms and lay flat on the ground by the lake in a big letter shape. Only his chest could be seen rising and falling rapidly.

After a long time, Harry staggered to his feet again. The time in the suitcase had automatically changed from day to night. Everything was repeating itself, just like what had just happened.

Wrathhorn dived into the lake to hunt, and this time it learned its lesson, preparing to eat the fish in the lake - however, Harry, who dived into the lake right after it, crushed the fish it caught.

The man and the dragon fought again.

Wrathhorn rushed to prey on the wild boars again, and it did catch them, but Harry's subsequent lava attack turned the whole pig into charcoal.

This time, Wrathhorn didn't even have the strength to fight with Harry again, and just limped away.

It couldn't return to the nest it had dug, and it couldn't even fly, but when Wrathhorn finally found a flat spot to sleep, Harry punched it in the head again.

Another rage, another trembling, and an abrupt stop to the fall.

Wrathful Horn looked at Harry, and Harry looked at Wrathful Horn, and neither the man nor the dragon made any move.

Harry could even see his own reflection in Wrathhorn's huge eyeballs - his shoulder was burned by an unexpected burst of dragon fire mixed with black smoke, and his waist and abdomen were left with a scar by the dragon's claws, and he was almost ripped open.

Fortunately, Harry used fire to stop the bleeding from the wound in time.

The physical sleepiness and fatigue as well as the feelings of hunger and thirst almost devoured Angry Horn's heart. It even stretched out its long tongue to lick the blood that flowed from its head, its own blood.

But it still stared at the person in front of it, and neither of them was willing to look away first. Both Harry and Nujiao understood what it meant to look away at this time.

The starry sky in the suitcase had disappeared again without anyone noticing, and the sunlight penetrated the leaves in the forest, giving off a slight warmth.

The confrontation between the dragon and the man continued like this, until - suddenly, Angry Horn moved his head away, he exhaled a long breath, and placed his head completely on the ground, and his body completely relaxed.

After the initial shock, a bright smile quickly appeared on Harry's face.

Won.

In this battle between a man and a dragon, Harry won the final victory, and it was Wrathhorn who chose to surrender first.

"A dragonskin bag is flying here." Harry raised his hand. His voice became a little hoarse due to not having any water for a long time, but he still grabbed the dragonskin bag summoned by the Flying Spell and staggered to the front of Angry Horn.

There was no attack, no sneak attack, or anything like that. Wrathhorn lay there quietly like a dragon corpse, letting Harry touch his chin, his eyelids, his teeth...

"Good boy," Harry said weakly, "from today on, your name will be Wrathhorn."

As he spoke, Harry took out the food he had prepared long ago from his dragonhide bag. It was meat mixed with herbs with healing effects. He poured three buckets of food all at once onto the grass in front of Angry Horn.

At the beginning, it hummed from its throat, but after exhaling long breath from its nostrils, the Angry Horn started moving. It began to swallow the meat in front of it in big mouthfuls, and even almost got a bone stuck in its throat, but it never stopped eating for a second.

It was starving - all Angry Horn wanted to do now was eat until it could no longer eat, drink until it could no longer drink, and then find a safe and warm place to lie down and have a good sleep.

During the whole process, Harry kept stroking Angry Horn's face or neck, applying a thick layer of difficile on the wounds on its body, and pouring healing potion into the meat that Angry Horn was eating.

During the entire process, Wrathhorn did not show any resistance. At most, he shook his head or body uncomfortably when Harry touched his wound. But after feeling the disappearance of the pain and the cool feeling, even such tiny movements disappeared.

Even though it hadn't eaten or drunk water for a long time, Harry still persisted at this moment. He knew that he had to treat Wrathhorn's wound first, so that it could feel his care, or know that it could live a better life with him.

Today - in short, everything that happened in the past two days was just the beginning. Taming a dragon has never been an easy task.

In the days ahead, Harry needed to spend more time with Wrathhorn, cultivate mutual understanding, feed it or play with it, wipe its scales, and fly in the air together...

But even so, as Wrathhorn continues to grow, as it leaves the young dragon stage or as it becomes an adult dragon, Harry knows that he may still face challenges from Wrathhorn. After all, its strength, wildness and even ambition will change over time.

This may be the fundamental reason why wizards can never tame a dragon.

No wizard could conquer them and accept their challenge with the concept of a dragon like Harry did.

But at least at this moment, Harry knew he had succeeded.

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During the entire dragon training process, in order to prevent any accidents, Harry directly closed the entrance and exit of the box, so that when he got out of the box after eating, drinking and sleeping well, what was waiting for Harry was not even questions about the results of the dragon training, but the anxious face of Neville who had been guarding next to the box.

Final exams are about to begin.

Although every professor knew that Harry was very talented, and that the magical knowledge he possessed had long surpassed his age, and that Harry was already able to teach a unique magic class, he still needed to take an exam.

Even if you fail the exam, you will be held back.

Ron and the other two were not worried that Harry would not pass the exam. They were only worried that Harry would miss the exam. Now that Harry was out, everything was easy.

It was not until the exams were over that Harry's friends finally got around to following him into the suitcase world to meet the so-called tamed dragon - except Hagrid.

Both Harry and Wrathhorn looked miserable now. Harry's wounds were more or less covered by his clothes, but Wrathhorn... once Hagrid saw the large and small wounds and the peeling scales on Wrathhorn's body... well, it was naturally impossible for him to fight with Harry, but the four people agreed that Hagrid would definitely cry out of heartache.

Considering Hagrid's ability to bear it, Harry decided to wait until Wrathhorn's injuries recovered and grew beautiful scales again before letting Hagrid see it.

——This is not a bad thing for Hagrid.

At least when Hagrid saw Wrathhorn again, he wouldn't have to worry about his legs or arms being bitten hard by a grown dragon.

(End of this chapter)