Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 99 98. Harry Tames the Dragon!

After all, Harry doesn't need to rely on the Heart of the Wild to establish a connection with tamed beasts, or to draw strength and healing from that connection to enhance himself and his allies.

He just needed to teach Wrathhorn to put down his sharp claws and teeth when it came to his own people, control his savagery, and become a safe mount - well, maybe it could even help in battle.

The chain in Harry's hand is a weapon created by Transfiguration, which can help Harry control Wrath's actions very well. The most important thing is that the existence of Transfiguration allows the chain to be extended or shortened at will, which can bring about various unexpected combat effects.

In the world they now live in, wizards believe that dragons are one of the most dangerous magical animals that cannot be tamed. The best they can do is to make some dragons acknowledge their existence, rely on magic to control those dragons and keep them in captivity in some mountainous areas far away from Muggles, or simply use magic to keep Muggles away.

Of course, offering food or healing can also establish friendships with some dragons, or simply being a person like Newt Scamander who is gifted in communicating with magical creatures can make Newt live in harmony with dragons - but in the final analysis, these are very special cases.

Rare and not universal.

In the books that Harry had read that recorded the research on dragons, the mainstream view of wizards was that dragons were unruly and wild, and therefore classified them as untamed. But to be honest, in Harry's opinion, the reason why wizards could not tame dragons was because they did not understand the hearts of the beasts, and therefore could not conquer them.

Wizards could kill fire dragons and sell the materials from their bodies to make various potions or clothing accessories. Dragon livers were so huge and plentiful that they sold for as cheap as seventeen Sickles an ounce. However, wizards could never tame fire dragons and make them as obedient as cattle and horses, completely turning them into domestic animals - they couldn't even tame them into reliable fighting partners or mounts.

As mentioned before, dragons have been at the top of the normal food chain since birth, and an adult fire dragon even requires at least a dozen wizards to fight together to subdue it. In Harry's opinion, it is impossible to tame a proud beast by subduing a fire dragon with numbers.

Even the relationship between Newt and the dragon is not one of taming. Instead, Newt relies on his wonderful affinity for magical animals to make the dragon put aside its hostility towards him and be willing to listen to his requests and act according to his intentions - but this is never taming.

If you want to tame a fire dragon, you must fight it one-on-one and subdue it from the front.

Only in this way can a proud beast be subdued, and only in this way can it voluntarily put away its claws and become a companion you can trust.

But in the wizarding world, how many wizards can defeat a dragon head-on in a one-on-one fight?
Dumbledore could do it, and so could Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who caused so much trouble decades ago. Voldemort... probably could do it, too, although Harry felt that Voldemort's dark magic would probably kill a dragon first.

And this involves another issue, which is the method of taming dragons.

Unlike the dragons in the world of Azeroth that have high intelligence and can cast magic, the dragons in this world can only be regarded as high-level beasts at best. They can also have their own wisdom, but this wisdom is born out of their own wildness and instincts, so they cannot develop their own civilization.

Even high-level beasts are just beasts, it's just a matter of rarity. For these dragons who always rely on their physical strength, claws, fangs, and dragon fire breath to hunt prey, it is extremely strange that a little creature holding a small wooden stick and using all kinds of strange light balls to knock them down is simply inexplicable.

Especially those little bugs that besieged it always liked to attack its fragile eyes, which made the dragon extremely angry - how could the wizards convince them when they defeated the fire dragons in this way?

For these beasts who rely on their own physical strength, only a direct physical knockdown can conquer their hearts, without any room for maneuver.

Because of this, Harry would wait until Wrathhorn had adapted to this small world and regarded this small world as his own territory before taking action.

He wanted to defeat Wrathhorn head-on and subdue the proud beast's heart.

"Come on, Wrathhorn." Harry tightly grasped the chain in his hand. The upcoming battle made Harry feel excited. "Although you are just a young dragon, my body has not grown up yet - this will be a fair fight."

The chains, which were flickering with electric light from time to time, collided with each other with a crisp metallic sound and retracted into Harry's hands. Under the gaze of Angry Horn, a translucent shadow flashed behind Harry. It had white and thick hair, but there was also flashing lightning between the fur. It was clearly a giant wolf, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it was just an illusion.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly he raised his head and roared. Nujiao still remembered the person in front of him. In that small place where he couldn't even spread his wings freely, this person had fed him some food.

It sneezed, and a stream of fire mixed with black smoke came out of its mouth, directly burning a small piece of grass in front of it.

Harry felt that Wrathhorn could actually understand what he said. Just like its current furious look, it wanted to defeat - or kill the little thing in front of it, in order to ensure its dominance over its territory.

Territory fight!

Completely following the guidance of instinct, the Angry Horn suddenly lowered its head and rushed towards Harry, roaring! The deafening roar could even scare those timid animals to death, or at least make them panic.

Wrathhorn spread its wings and ran quickly on the ground with its two strong legs. At the same time, it bent its head and neck, which were covered with sharp thorns, and pressed them against the ground, then rushed towards Harry arrogantly!
The speed was very fast! At such a close distance, an ordinary wizard would not even have time to react before being pushed away and hung on the tree like a piece of rag.

No, Wrathhorn's attack was far more than that. No one knew where it had learned it from, or if it was a natural talent. In any case, its attack was not a simple first time attack. When it rushed past Harry's original position, it turned around and rushed back without thinking.

(Those who have been hit by a dragon cart must have been hit by a dragon cart.)
Crazy, absolutely crazy - the Norwegian Spinosaurus is indeed one of the most precious dragon species, and Wrathhorn's ferocity further proves this point. It is obviously just a young dragon, but after leaving Hagrid's hut and Hagrid's loving slap, Wrathhorn's nature has been fully released in these few days of free range.

Even one back and forth was not enough, Angry Horn ran back and forth violently, and had already flattened several trees in the area. The poor little trees were not even a wall in front of Long Li, and were easily knocked to the ground.

Broken rocks and flying dirt fell like raindrops, and Wrathhorn's roar made Harry's eardrums itch and feel a faint pain. Even though he had not yet reached the stage where he could spit dragon fire at will, the air was now filled with smoke produced by burning, which was coughed out of Wrathhorn's throat when he roared.

From time to time, thick or thin pillars of fire were spit out as the running angry horn opened its mouth, but they did not last too long and could only be regarded as sporadic sparks.

It was indeed very aggressive, but in Harry's eyes, these attacks of Wrathhorn were just a futile waste of his own energy.

What's the point of attacking if you can't hit the enemy? A mature beast will also rationally conserve its physical strength, and a venomous snake will control the amount of output when injecting venom.

From the day it was born, Nujiao had never known what it felt like to be hungry. Or rather, in its head, its physical strength should be endless. It had always been constantly forced and suppressed, and had never been able to fully release it.

Even the process of preying on the incompletely degenerated half-wild boars in the suitcase world was extremely easy. He only failed once at the beginning, but by the second time, Horned Wrath had already learned to make the pigs panic and lose their ability to resist.

Harry dodged swiftly when Wrathhorn charged, like an experienced hunter, he was not in a hurry to attack, but patiently waited for the prey to show weakness. It didn't take too long to wait, Wrathhorn was not an old dragon who had lived for a long time and had many battle experiences. After five consecutive charges, Wrathhorn finally showed a trace of fatigue.

The movement slowed down, and the turning movement also slowed down. Just as its old strength had gone and new strength had not yet been generated, in the process of turning around, Harry, who had already rolled to avoid the charge of the Angry Horn, suddenly jumped up - wildly attack! !

When he left the ground, he still had a human form, but when Harry landed on Wrathhorn, he had turned into a translucent ghost wolf!
Before deciding the winner, Harry would not show any hesitation or weakness. He suddenly opened his wolf mouth and bit directly on the shoulder of Angry Horn!
The defense was broken, but not much. A piece of dragon scale was torn off Angry-Horn's body as Harry bit it. The pain was as if it was skinned, and Angry-Horn couldn't help but let out a terrible cry of pain - this was the first time it had been hurt by the outside world since it was born.

Pain, fear, panic, these emotions surged into Nujiao's heart in an instant, causing him to roll on the ground instinctively.

Harry was crushed by the dragon.

To be honest, although Wrathhorn was just an immature fire dragon, its body already had a considerable weight. So much so that when Harry grabbed Wrathhorn's back and rolled on the ground twice, he even felt like his intestines were about to be squeezed out.

But even so, Harry never let go of the wolf's mouth. To him, enduring the pain was not a difficult thing. He knew very well that when the beast became ruthless, only by being more ruthless than the beast could he defeat it completely.

Sure enough, after rolling twice, he found that he had not gotten rid of the strange thing on his back that was constantly biting him, so Nujiao simply flapped his wings, which had become strong, and flew into the sky!

It was flying very fast, and the moment Wrathhorn took off, Harry changed back into human form from ghost wolf form. Wrathhorn's neck was so long and thin that Harry could easily throw out the chain and wrap it around its neck and hang himself on Wrathhorn's body. His hands and feet were resting on the place where Wrathhorn's scales were connected, and to be honest, it was quite easy to step on.

The dragon is flying.

The Angry Horn was rolling wildly in the sky. Although it had only recently learned to fly, its skillful movements made it seem as if it had never landed on the ground.

Rolling, rising, plummeting - these movements seemed to be engraved in Angry Horn's blood instincts. It repeated these movements skillfully. Harry tightened the chain and grasped Angry Horn's scales tightly with his other hand. He just forcibly rode on the place where Angry Horn's neck and back were connected, clamping its scales tightly with the strength of his legs.

Harry had to use all his strength to ensure that he would not be thrown off by the angry horn. The shorts he was wearing had already had holes and cracks due to the friction of the sharp edges of the scales. Harry could even feel the pain coming from his thighs.

The scales of the angry horn rubbed Harry's thigh into a bloody mess, but even so, Harry would not let go... or rather, no one would be stupid enough to let go at an altitude of several hundred meters.

Finally, the Wrathhorn seemed to realize something and began to climb rapidly. The fierce speed and cold air flow scraped Harry's skin, making him hold his breath. At the same time, Harry also shrank his head as expected.

Bang! ! !
Sure enough, within a few seconds, Wrathhorn crashed the entire dragon to the highest point in the sky - but don't forget that Harry trained the dragon in a suitcase world, no matter how boundless the scene in the distance seems, everything has an end after all.

It had never expected that the seemingly infinite sky above its head was actually a solid wall. Angry Horn ran headfirst into it and was knocked unconscious. It even let out a pitiful roar of confusion.

He must have been knocked unconscious, because Wrathhorn was falling rapidly towards the ground in a state of free fall. If it really fell from such a high altitude, Harry would not have to think about taming the dragon today. He should quickly contact Snape or Newt to come and save the dragon's life.

Even Angry Horn itself knew that this was wrong, but it instinctively flapped its wings a few times. However, the force of crashing headfirst into the sky just now still made its dizzy head unable to smoothly control its falling body.

Harry could feel his stomach churning, or rather, his internal organs were making uncomfortable sounds in this rapid upside-down free fall, and his eardrums were swollen and painful due to the sudden change in air pressure.

The blowing wind had deprived Harry of the right to breathe. He pulled the end of the chain, and under the effect of Transfiguration, it had turned into a steel ball.

Storm Strike!!!

Blue lightning spread on the chain, and the steel ball was instantly wrapped with storm elements, and slammed hard on the back of the angry horn - pain! !

The violent electric current caused the entire body of the dragon to tremble for a moment. It roared angrily, and even the confused feeling in its head was awakened at this moment. All it could feel was the pain in its body, the pain in its head, and even the pain on its back - crash! !

Finally, it spread its wings in an orderly manner again, and at the last second before it was about to fall to the ground, Wrathhorn angrily flapped its wings again, just like the moment when Harry caught the Golden Snitch on his flying broomstick, and with a quick turn it rose back into the sky, finally avoiding the end of the dragon being destroyed and the people dying.

As if it had found a powerful weapon to deal with Harry, Wrathhorn kept flying towards the highest point in the sky, but this time it learned to be more careful. When it reached a certain height, it accelerated and dived directly towards the ground, and then turned sharply back into the sky when it was about to fall to the ground.

In the middle, there were also technical moves such as spinning and rolling, and finally he even dived into the lake - at a high enough height and speed, even the originally soft water surface seemed to have turned into hard stone.

It was obvious that this was the first time that Angry Horn discovered this truth, so much so that when it fell into the water, it lay at the bottom of the water with its neck slumped for a full two seconds, as if it had not reacted, and its pair of wings were crooked and tilted.

Then came the fierce bite!!

As a species of dragon that can hunt underwater, the Norwegian Spinosaurus possesses a certain degree of combat power even in an underwater environment. It instinctively balances its body with its wings and tail, and continuously opens its huge mouth to bite towards Harry.

Harry couldn't use lightning in an underwater environment, but that didn't mean he couldn't deal with Horned Horn's attacks.

The ever-lengthening chain tightly locked onto Angry-Horn's slender neck. Harry followed the rippling water flow and flipped over to the top of Angry-Horn's head. He stepped directly on its head with both feet, while one hand firmly grasped the chain to steady his body, and with the other hand, he clenched his fist and punched directly into Angry-Horn's eyes.

Brush and pull!

Sharply capturing Harry's movements, Wrathhorn closed his eyes in an instant, both his eyelids and his nictitating membranes, but it made no difference to Harry.

Harry was not afraid that he would damage the eyes of the angry horn with just his fists. He just kept swinging his fists at its head - on its eyes, on the top of its head, or on its ears and cheeks.

The underwater resistance obviously weakened the power of Harry's fist, but he was not a simple warrior. Harry's right fist was wrapped in frost at some point, and the condensed ice burst the moment it hit Angry Horn's head.

(End of this chapter)