The story begins.
In the extremely cold place in the far north, there is a ferocious dragon dormant.
Gray scales covered almost the whole body, from the upper torso to the claws, gradually transitioning from gray to black, walking down the spine, a pair of extremely strong wings suddenly extended, many scales turned upside down, just It was as if sharp knives grew out of his bones.
The green eyes are like clear emerald gemstones, and the spots around the eye sockets are like the accumulation of countless black rocks that have gone through vicissitudes.
With a flap of his wings, a violent snowstorm will blow from the snow field, and with a wave of his sharp claws, the towering snow mountains will collapse and collapse.
It doesn't need to eat, it can maintain its own life by drinking snow and ice. Many of them are creatures of the same dimension as those subspecies of dragons.
But he is greedy by nature.
Loves wealth, cruelty and bloodthirsty.
Relying on its almost infinite magic power and strong physique, the evil dragon invaded unscrupulously, from wealthy villages, towns, to entire countries, and destroyed them step by step.
Countless wealth was collected during this process, and a gorgeous palace was erected out of thin air in the originally pure white and clear ice and snow, made of pure gold.
And at night, he went back, fell asleep in that palace, and occasionally used his sharp claws to pick up some of his trophies, a proud spectator,
As a dragon, they like shiny things, and he tried every means to plunder them. There are countless treasures hidden in the palace where he lives. His pillow is a square pillow strung with countless pearl chains, and his bed is also made of pure gold. Forged, reinforced by magic, the everlasting lights and shadows above the head are the largest luminous pearl in the world.
In short, all the extravagant objects in the world are taken by it for its own use.
He doesn't care if others will laugh at his so-called "vulgar" taste, he only knows that it is enough for him to feel pleasure.
Xia Chong can't talk to Bing, and how can these inferior races understand his happiness
The only value of their existence is to collect good treasures, and then make it easier for themselves to plunder.
Countless warriors, knights, and even the united army followed one after another, sending out dragon-slaying teams, holding up the sword, but they couldn't even touch his skin. With one breath, the group of poor humans turned into ice sculptures, beautiful ones, Turned into one of his collections, the ugly ones may be completely frozen in the ground.
Like all cliché plots, it captured the wealth of the royal family while destroying another country.
A girl with a sad expression stood and firmly stopped in front of him who was about to leave.
"Oh, another fish that slipped through the net." He opened his mouth wide, opened his sharp teeth, and prepared to breathe out for a while, killing this human girl.
But, just after he inhaled.
His emerald green pupils narrowed.
The girl's cold eyes pierced his heart in an instant.
He never thought that one day he would be able to see that kind of stubborn emotion in the eyes of human beings, that kind of deep-rooted hatred, which aroused his interest.
Maybe it's because there are no female dragons nearby, or maybe the girl's eyes are too clear.
An inflated greed grew crazily from his heart, and he suddenly felt that all the wealth he had acquired before could be discarded, as long as this girl was willing to follow him willingly.
It was an instinct from the blood, and it was irresistible.
"Conquered by me." The black dragon opened his bloody mouth, stared at it with his dark blue fierce eyes, and ordered the girl in human language.
Girls are stubborn, even in the face of death threats.
"You are too cruel, I can't be conquered by you, unless you stop killing, then maybe I will consider it." The girl said indifferently.
"Forever? That's unrealistic." The dragon shook his head.
"Ten years, ten years, how about it?" The girl raised her head and said stubbornly.
It was extremely accidental, on a whim, and he felt pity for a moment.
"Ten years? It's just a dream."
"But you must remember this oath." said the evil dragon.
Then the air on the city wall suddenly turned cold, and layers of ice froze from the girl's steps to her head.
Staring at this ice sculpture, he felt that all attempts to snatch it were meaningless. A sharp bone spur penetrated into the corner of the ice cube, and he left with the frozen girl.
This is how he convinced himself that he was lenient with this girl because he was bored.
Not for any other reason - such as the ridiculous "love".
He felt that he might just be a little tired of this kind of life suddenly.
The dragon then abandoned the palace, dived under the glacier with its huge body, and fell into a deep sleep.
For a giant dragon with a long lifespan, ten years is nothing.
But when he woke up again.
He was horrified to find that his claws were blunt and his teeth were no longer sharp.
The wings are no longer strong, and they used to be able to set off a huge northern gust of wind by waving them at will, but now they have died down.
He soon weakened.
he died.
Died in boundless despair.
He lost his strength and died worse than a dog.
But the ice gradually melted, and the girl still looked at the giant dragon that had imprisoned her for more than ten years indifferently, expressionless, and then the snowflakes drifted down again, covering her body.
In this world, there seems to be no existence that can conquer her.
The story is over.
"Doesn't it sound ups and downs at all? Yes, there are many things in this world, but there is no logic. The abrupt turning point makes it more ridiculous than the poems of our bards. For example, the dragon falling in love may be in its aesthetics. Among them is an ugly human girl, and let her go."
"I don't know what I want to tell you in this story, because there are many things in the world that are far-fetched and forced to interpret. People only want to see what they want and ignore objective things. "
"What do you think about this story?"
"Maybe, what do you think, you will get the answer in the future."
The last yellowed page of the book seems to be the self-portrait of the bard, staring at the readers outside the book with mocking eyes, and his sly eyes are rolling.
"What does this mean?" Ron scratched his red hair and said with a frown, his eyes fixed on the book in front of him, then he turned the page and closed it again.
Hermione came to the library and found the two of them among a row of bookshelves.
Show them the story.
Evil comes with evil
The evil dragon gave up and continued to do evil, but in the end the girl didn't fall in love with him and died.
Hermione frowned: "There must be other meanings." Then she shook her head and decided not to think about it for the time being.
Now she was already feeling a little sleepy, she tilted her head, facing the row of dark bookshelves filled with books, raised her hand to cover her lips, and yawned slightly.
"By the way, Harry, where's your Invisibility Cloak?"
Harry, who had been silent just now, had been staring at the floor, wondering what he was thinking, and didn't even notice Hermione's question.
"Ah? What are you talking about?" He seemed to be relieved at this moment.
"Your invisibility cloak," repeated Hermione.
"Maybe it was stolen by the guy who knocked you out."
"What?" Hermione had a look of surprise on her face.
"Your cloak is in Dumbledore's office?"
"Maybe not." Harry shook his head.
"Maybe I fell into the other side of the curtain with the headmaster. He once borrowed it from me, but I didn't find it among the relics." Harry said disappointedly.
A look of disappointment quickly appeared on Hermione's face.
Another thread was broken.